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Muriel Corrupted
by SansSerif (address withheld)

***

A husband experiences the ultimate betrayal. (MF, wife, 
cheat, voy, reluc, oral, intr, preg)

***

I met my wife Muriel when we were seniors in high 
school and she was an exchange student from Holland. 
The biology teacher assigned seats alphabetically, so I 
shared a table with her, but I would have tried to sit 
next to her anyway. She was not gorgeous but she was 
exceedingly cute, with a curly shoulder-length 
dishwater blond hair, light blue eyes, and a smile that 
revealed the dimples in her slightly chubby cheeks. 

She didn't have a model's body, though she was pretty 
tall at 5'10''. But she had nice curves in all the 
right places, with a nice pinch-able ass and gorgeous 
big breasts. All said, she had a nice figure and 
attracted all the breast men in the school.

She had caught my eye before school even started on the 
first day of the year. I was smitten right away and 
hoped to have a class with her. You can imagine my 
relief when we were lab partners in the last class of 
the day. I didn't waste any time making my move. I was 
shy back then, but had learned my lesson about 
hesitating with girls. 

Rough experience had taught me that you either waited 
for a perfect chance to make your move that never came, 
or if you did finally make your move the girl despised 
you for your hesitation. We got along pretty well—she 
thought I was funny and started treating me like a good 
friend, asking me to do things like show her around 
town. So before things got too friendly I invited 
myself to her host parents' house one night to study.

We sat together on the couch sharing a book after her 
hosts had gone to bed. It took me a while to work up my 
nerve since I was still young enough to fear rejection, 
but I finally leaned over with my heart pounding and 
kissed Muriel's soft red lips. She kissed back and my 
cock hardened as I frenched the cute little Dutch girl 
I had jacked off to for the last three weeks. But my 
paradise was short-lived. She broke our kiss and said 
we had to stop. She didn't want to get involved with 
someone in America only to leave in nine months. 

She was attracted to me, she said, but she wanted to 
protect herself. I was depressed that my effort was 
wasted and what I wanted so badly had been snatched 
from me just when it seemed to be mine. I still 
remember gathering my books and leaving with my rock-
hard cock about to rip through the front of my jeans. I 
am lucky to have a really thick penis that is almost 
eight inched long, but that night it was a curse. It 
was hard as only a teenager's cock can be and on 
obvious display for the foreign girl who had just 
rejected me.

I felt so bad I didn't sleep that night, but by dawn my 
courage had returned. I vowed not to give up, and she 
rewarded my perseverance a couple of weeks later when 
she relented and we made out for the first time. 
Needless to say, I had sex on my mind but my desires 
were frustrated again. The Dutch have a reputation for 
being sexually liberal, but Muriel was pretty prudish. 

She had never even let her past boyfriend feel her up. 
It took some doing, but eventually I was the first man 
to play with her perfect breasts and suck her nipples. 
Then she let me play with her butt through her clothes 
when we made out, and soon after I could slip my hands 
down the back of her pants and feel the silky skin of 
that sweet untouched ass. Later she let me rub her 
pussy through her jeans and the time came when I dared 
to reach down the front of her pants. She didn't stop 
me, so I ran my fingers through her bush and then found 
her swollen clit. She may have been a prude but she was 
curious as hell and I had gained her trust by moving 
slowly and not pushing her to go until I was sure she 
was ready.

She definitely enjoyed our sex play and soon relaxed 
enough to learn to orgasm, but at first she wouldn't 
let me finger her pussy. I was soon impatient with 
this, so one time when we were laying on the couch in 
my parents' basement and she was letting me finger her 
clit but not her pussy, I broke our kiss and unfastened 
my pants, pulled out my cock, took her hand, and looked 
into her eyes as I wrapped it around my erection. Her 
fingers touched my shaft and I was more than a little 
surprised when she barely hesitated and started 
stroking it awkwardly.

Muriel was unpracticed but willing, and the look and 
feel of my prick knocked down some of the barriers that 
were still between us. Her eyes and hands explored my 
penis. It clearly fascinated her. It was the first she 
had even seen and she was rubbing and playing with it 
without hesitation. Thank God for trust. I'm not going 
to lie and say that the mere sight of my cock persuaded 
her to let me fuck her that night. But things were 
going in the right direction.

As she gazed at and played with her new toy, I 
unbuttoned her jeans and against my better judgment I 
tugged them downwards. I once read that this is a great 
moment of truth, since a girl has to lift her ass to 
let someone pull her pants off. If she doesn't do this 
within a couple of seconds you might as well give up 
because you aren't getting any farther. I can't even 
describe my relief when she lifted her ass for me to 
pull her pants down—it almost made me sick, like the 
pain in the pit of your stomach when you just avoid a 
serious accident—so I wasn't too ambitious after that. 

I only pulled them down far enough to expose her pussy 
and ass. I couldn't help but look before I touched the 
pussy I knew was now mine. It was only the second one I 
had seen in real life but I had seen enough of my 
uncle's Playboys to know I was looking at something 
special. It was beautifully low-cut with the split 
peeking out from between her thighs. And she barely had 
enough fur to cover what she had; it was just enough to 
let you see the dim outlines of the lips that were 
plump enough to hide her clit, and you could see just 
an enticingly small tuft of fur sticking out from 
between her thighs until she spread them.

My mind reeled at the sexual possibilities this one 
moment promised me. This cute little prude finally 
trusted me enough to reveal her most private parts to 
me. I was soon the first to touch this moist little 
treasure and I slowly slipped my middle finger into the 
tight little hole and found her g-spot. As she sighed 
and relaxed I started working her clit with my thumb 
and kissed her around her face and neck again. She 
stopped rubbing my cock but she held it tight while she 
focused on her own pleasure. Ten minutes later she came 
for the first time from penetration as I worked her g-
spot and worried her clit. She told me after that it 
was a more intense orgasm than she was used to, but she 
was always shy about it. 

She parted her lips and whimpered a little and barely 
flexed her legs as she came, but this all the outward 
sign of pleasure I ever got from her, even later. After 
she recovered her hand started working my hard-on 
again. I rolled over on my back and she rubbed and 
watched my cock with the same fascination as before. 
"It's so hard," she whispered without taking her eyes 
off my prick. Her technique was crude but I was so 
horny it didn't matter. That warm little hand held my 
penis tight and she rubbed it, trying to make me come 
too. 

Her fascination with my penis was a real turn-on for 
me. The size didn't arouse her because she had never 
seen another man's dick, but she stared hungrily at my 
rod—she didn't take her eyes off it. I loved watching 
her watch it and my cock swelled even more as it jerked 
and erupted in her hand. I was so worked up and ready 
for this that I shot stream after stream of come all 
over my naked chest—some even to my chin. She watched 
it all and then cleaned it all up with a Kleenex as I 
caught my breath.

It wasn't too long after this that I finally fucked 
her. I won't describe it, because it was the usual 
clumsy and bad sex that young inhibited couples have 
the first time, but it led to more and better sex, 
unfortunately always with a condom, but you take what 
you can get. It was great, even with a rubber. Muriel 
enjoyed sex and never spurned my advances, but she 
never made the first move or lost her inhibitions about 
using her body or voice to express her sexual 
excitement, even after we were married. 

By the time we were sleeping together, our senior year 
was winding down. We both knew our time together was 
short and it led to a lot of stress and fighting. We 
almost broke up a time or two, and it finally led had a 
really bad row and I was about to tell her to go to 
hell, but I suggested we bite the bullet and get 
married after graduation. She was stunned, but she 
agreed. We both thought we were really awfully young to 
marry, but we really loved each other and wanted to 
give it a shot instead of just parting after 
graduation.

We graduated and she went back to Holland to get a 
green card. When she returned we eloped. We couldn't 
afford to go to college at the same time, so I went 
first and worked part-time while she worked full-time 
to support us. Then, I got my degree and got a good job 
and put her through school. It was eight years, in all, 
but it went well. We still loved each other after the 
trials of juggling college, marriage, and work and we 
were grateful that we had successfully navigated these 
waters since we had known things would be hard and the 
odds against us. After Muriel graduated, she got a job 
in marketing. 

We talked about starting a family but she wanted to 
wait a while and establish a career—after all, she 
said, why go to college if you aren't going to use the 
degree. It was the smart thing to do, and it was fine 
with me. To be honest, I didn't really want kids—she 
did. But I had always fantasized about fucking Muriel 
without birth control. That had always been a turn-on 
for me. Even before I had met Muriel I had fantasized 
about bareback, unprotected fucking and not giving a 
damn about consequences during the heat of passion.

My first girlfriend, Jen, had given me the chance to 
fuck her without protection once, but I blew it. Jen 
was already a wanton little slut at sixteen and once, 
when my parents were away, we were hard at a 
particularly hot night of fooling around. Our 
relationship was intensely sexual and we were already 
fucking like rabbits by this time, but I was out of 
condoms so Jen sucked me off with her usual enthusiasm. 

I came really hard in her mouth and after she swallowed 
my load I went down on her to return the favor. It 
wasn't long before she was squirming and moaning and 
pushing my face into her wet cunt. She was panting and 
nearing orgasm when she looked down at me and whined, 
"I need you inside me!" My cock was hard again and 
ready to fuck, but I was so afraid of getting someone 
pregnant when I was only fifteen that I denied her my 
cock. She begged but I was firm. Within a few days I 
was sorry for it.

Jen and I were together until nine months before I met 
Muriel, and she wasn't angry at me or anything, but she 
had aroused an intense desire I had not known before: 
the desire for unprotected sex. After that my fantasies 
revolved around unprotected sex and impregnation, and, 
whenever I masturbated, the fantasy was about 
overcoming some good girl's inhibitions and ramming my 
big cock into her fertile pussy until I filled her with 
sperm and got her pregnant. 

I never worked up the courage to ask Jen to fuck 
without birth control after that, even though I wanted 
it so badly. I'm sure she would have let me. But the 
lust Jen had awakened in me became a love of fertility 
and I think, now, that that explains my amazing 
attraction to Muriel. I have said that she was cute but 
not gorgeous, so my initial attraction to her should 
not have been as intense as it was. But, she had big 
round tits, a nice plump ass, and prominent hips, all 
marks of fertility. I wanted to fill her unprotected 
pussy with come and fertilize her as badly as I wished 
I had Jen.

Even after I married Muriel, I never told her my 
desires. She was a good girl, and I didn't want to seem 
to be a pervert to her. Our sex life did not change 
much through our married life, since it seemed sex in 
the missionary position was about as far as she would 
go. It was satisfying, alright, especially after she 
went on birth control and we started fucking bareback. 
I'm not saying our sex life was boring, but after the 
first time we had sex, the only changes to our sex 
routine were that she let me lick her pussy, though she 
never would suck my cock, and she let me fuck her tits; 
nothing really innovative. 

I never even told her that I had a nice, big cock. If I 
had, she would have asked how I knew it was big and I 
would have had to tell her that my first girlfriend had 
told me so and that other men's dicks I had seen were 
much smaller than mine. I thought it was bad form to 
tell her about my past sex life in any detail, even 
though she knew that she was not my first, and I didn't 
want to look like a cock-watcher, so I kept my mouth 
shut and didn't tell her that her husband's eight-inch 
long penis with six-inches of girth was at the top of 
the bell curve of penis size. But I loved fucking that 
shapely, fertile body and watching her big breasts 
bounce as I pounded her willing pussy. And I always 
fantasized about making her a mother.

She worked her new job for two years, and then decided 
it was time to start a family. I agreed, but not 
because I wanted to hear the pitter-patter of little 
feet. I didn't really want kids around but I could 
hardly wait to get Muriel down and fuck her without 
birth control. But she put a damper on things by saying 
she wanted to wait another six weeks, until our tenth 
anniversary. She said it would be even more special for 
her to get pregnant on that night. 

I never could resist my little Dutch girl, so I agreed 
and resolved to wait to finally enact my ultimate 
fantasy. She was using the Nuvaring by then and she 
used it to time her period so that it would end two 
weeks before our anniversary. We would abstain those 
two weeks until that night so that we would be 
especially hot for each other and she would be 
ovulating. I think she was looking forward to 
conceiving as badly as I was looking forward to 
impregnating her, because our marriage seemed even more 
exciting than before. 

She smiled at me all the time and gave me longing gazes 
that really got me going. In return, I tried to make 
her feel special, drawing her bubble baths and bringing 
her little presents. When her back was to me, my eyes 
watched her luscious ass and traced the shape of her 
hips. I couldn't help but walk up behind her and caress 
her waist and hips, then reach around and feel the 
heavy boobs that my sperm were waiting to fill with 
milk.

Then came her period and our time of abstinence. I 
don't know how I managed. We decided that I would work 
the day of our anniversary while she took the day off 
to prepare for the evening. It was fine with me. I knew 
she wanted romance and was willing to plan things so 
that she had all she wanted. All I wanted was to 
penetrate Muriel's plump pussy lips and fill her womb 
with sperm. It was fine if she arranged the romance 
herself.

The morning of our anniversary, I woke at 5:00 having 
barely slept at all. My cock was like blue steel all 
night and it had been hard to keep my hands off it. 
Muriel seemed sweeter than ever, lying next to me, 
asleep, and I cuddled her until she woke. I rubbed her 
back to help her wake up and she let me kiss her. But 
when I open my mouth to find her tongue, she rolled 
away and laughed, and told me to wait until evening. It 
was hard for her, too, she said, but she promised to 
make it worth the wait. 

I said alright, then showered and kissed her goodbye. 
She gave me a deep kiss before I left, then held me 
tight and whispered in my ear, "I want you to give me a 
baby tonight." Those words in her Dutch accent nearly 
broke me; I wanted to throw her down and ravish her 
right then but she looked into my eyes and I knew it 
would be worth the wait. I just had to keep my mind on 
my job.

When I got to work, I sat in the car until my erection 
subsided. Then, I climbed out of my car, looked at the 
building, and got back in. There was no way I could 
work all day with Muriel waiting for unprotected sex at 
home. I would buy some flowers then go home and fuck 
her brains out. Hell, it would turn her on to know that 
I couldn't wait for her sex. Before I went home, I 
would get some roses, then park down the street and 
sneak into the house. When I saw her, I would cover her 
eyes from behind and say, "Guess who." Of course, she 
would know it was me, but if things worked out, I'd be 
inside her within the hour.

When I got home, I parked down the street and went 
around the side of the house to the back. Muriel wasn't 
in the kitchen, so I opened the sliding door ever so 
slowly, and closed it as carefully behind myself. I 
heard the vacuum cleaner running upstairs. Perfect. She 
wasn't downstairs, and the noise would cover me while I 
sneaked up the stairs. Flowers in hand, I went through 
the dining room and started ascending the stairs when 
the vacuum stopped. 

Fuck! I turned around and hurried downstairs and turned 
at the bottom into the dining room. The stairs are at 
the center of the floor-plan of the house. They face 
the front door, and at the bottom you can turn one way 
into the living room or the other way into the dining 
room. The kitchen is at the back of the house, and is 
accessed from a short hall that goes under the stairs, 
between the living and dining rooms. 

You can walk a circle around the stairs, so I was safe. 
She wouldn't see me as long as I kept my distance and 
was silent until I had my chance to surprise her. Soon 
she would sit down in the living room, or something, 
and then I could put the moves on her.

Muriel came down the stairs about five minutes later 
and went into the living room but walked on to the 
kitchen. I waited at the base of the stairs and 
listened to her put dishes away for ten minutes or so. 
I was about to try to sneak back into the kitchen to 
surprise her, I was so impatient, but to my relief she 
finally came from the kitchen (as I scurried into the 
dining room with my roses), sat on the couch, and 
turned on the television. Thank god! She was wearing a 
black cotton housedress that had always turned me on. 

It wasn't intended to be sexy and it didn't show any 
skin to speak of; just her arms below the short sleeves 
and her legs below her knees. But it hung on her hips 
and ass in a way that hinted at the soft curves beneath 
without really revealing anything. It was just a 
housedress that left a lot to the imagination, but it 
had led to many spontaneous sexual encounters. It 
conveniently buttoned between her neck and the waist, 
and allowed me easy access to her titties.

I thought I would let her settle down and relax for a 
couple of minutes before I started my approach. But 
before I even had time to wait her cell phone rang. I 
restrained a groan, and stepped farther back into the 
dining room so she wouldn't see me if she turned 
around. Lucky for me, her phone was on the end table, 
next to the couch. 

"Hello," she said. "Oh, hi... Oh, shit! I forgot to 
bring them in to work yesterday... They're in my bag... 
Do you really need them?...Today's my anniversary and I 
need to clean and go to the grocery store... Well ask 
Sean and call me back." She hung up. Sean was her boss, 
so I guessed that someone had called about something 
for work that they wanted that she had at home. I 
figured I had better wait until the situation was 
resolved before I went on with my plan.

The phone rang soon after, and Muriel answered right 
away. "Yes?...I suppose if you need them that bad, you 
can come and get them... No, I guess I have plenty of 
time. It is only 10:00 and David won't be home until 
5:30... No. I'm not bringing them in on my day off. If 
you want them come over and get them. You know where we 
live... See you at 10:15... Bye." 

She hung up again and I resolved to wait another twenty 
or thirty minutes until someone from her office could 
come fetch something and get the hell out so I could 
knock my pretty wife up. God, I hoped they were quick 
about it and didn't want to chat. Muriel went into the 
kitchen. I risked peeking around the corner, through 
the kitchen door, and saw her making coffee.

It seemed an eternity until the doorbell rang, but it 
was 10:20 on the dot. Muriel came from the kitchen to 
answer it. She opened the door to a tall black man in 
suit pants, a tie, and a white shirt that was wet and 
stained on the right side. It was Sheldon, who worked 
in Muriel's office. I had met him a few times at 
Christmas parties and company picnics but didn't like 
him. He was vain and arrogant and obviously thought 
himself quite the lady's man. 

I never spoke with him for more than a few minutes 
before one of us made an excuse to get away. He was 
always chatting up the women in the building whenever I 
had occasion to drop by Muriel's office, whether it was 
the cute Latina receptionist by the door or one of the 
vice presidents. I can't imagine he ever got any work 
done. Once I asked Muriel if he did, and she just 
laughed and said "Sometimes."

"Well, he thinks a lot if himself," I said.

"Many of the girls at the office think a lot of him, 
too."

"Yuck."

"Why do you say that."

"You work with a bunch of mud-sharks or something?"

She laughed. "What's that?"

"What's what?"

"What is a mud-shark?"

"It's a white woman who screws black men."

"Why do you say it like that?"

"What self-respecting man would want them after they'd 
been with a coon?"

"I can't believe you would say that. There's nothing 
wrong with it." She was pretty mad so I got away from 
the subject as soon as I could and didn't bring it up 
again.

But Sheldon was standing at my doorstep, and I couldn't 
wait for this particular coon to leave. "Hi. Jesus! 
What happened to your shirt?" Muriel asked him.

"Some dumbass cut me off when I had Starbuck's in my 
hand. You got those reports?"

"They're in my bag. Come in and sit while I get them."

"I thought you'd never ask." Sheldon gave her that 
stupid wannabe lady-killer smile he always gave the 
receptionist at Muriel's office. He followed her in, 
closed the door, and sat on the couch while Muriel went 
to the closet to get her briefcase.

"Are you going home to get a shirt before you go back 
to the office."

"Shit. You know I live all the way across town on 
Cherry. I ain't drivin' over there and back. I gotta 
stop at Macy's and get a new one."

"You don't want to do that. Let me get one of David's 
for you." It was very kind of her to offer him my 
shirt.

"I'd appreciate it."

Muriel went upstairs to our room. I went through the 
dining room to the hall by the kitchen, where I'd be 
farther from them and could see them better. Sheldon 
fooled with the stuff in the living room while she was 
getting my shirt for him. It didn't surprise me that he 
didn't have any manners.

"Here you are," Muriel said as she came down the 
stairs.

Sheldon looked her in the eye and smiled as he said, 
"Appreciate it. That'll save me some green." He didn't 
bother to go to the bathroom to change, but took off 
his tie and shirt in the living room with Muriel right 
there. As he peeled the shirt off, I have to admit that 
I was surprised at the muscle underneath. As much as I 
disliked Sheldon, it was obvious he didn't make excuses 
not to get to the gym. There was a lot of lean muscle 
beneath that black skin. His arms and chest bulged and 
he had a well-defined six-pack. 

I was really surprised. At about six-five, with muscles 
like that, he must have weighed 250 pounds. Muriel 
noticed, too. She tried not to be obvious, but she 
stole glances at his torso while he donned my shirt, or 
at least tried to. Sheldon couldn't get my shirt around 
his shoulders. "Shit baby. Your little husband's shirt 
won't go over my shoulders. Guess I gotta buy a new 
one. Thanks anyway. I always knew you cared."

"Jesus," Muriel gave a good-natured laugh.

"What you laughin' at?" He smiled back.

"'I always knew you cared,'" she said as she rolled her 
eyes, mocking him but still smiling. "They always say 
you are arrogant."

"Yeah? Who's they?" Muriel smiled but didn't answer. 
"That's 'cos they know I got all this good stuff, 
girl."

Muriel laughed and shook her head. "You don't have to 
buy a new one. I'll wash it for you if Sean won't mind 
that you're gone a bit longer."

"He left before I did. He just wanted me to work on 
those reports if you were gone. I got all the time I 
need girlfriend."

"Girlfriend, huh?" Muriel took his shirt and headed 
toward the kitchen. The laundry was in a room between 
the kitchen and the garage.

"See. You know who's got the good stuff too." He 
followed Muriel while I retreated into the dining room.

"Jesus." She shook her head, smiling again as she 
reached the kitchen.

She went into the laundry to treat the shirt and put it 
in the wash. Sheldon saw the pot of fresh coffee. 
"Where's the cups?"

Muriel came back to the kitchen. "I'll get them." She 
went to the cupboard with glasses and cups. We usually 
use cups, but keep mugs on the top shelf in case our 
guests want them. Muriel can reach them if she stands 
on tip-toe. "I have a hard time reaching the mugs. Can 
you get them?" I had to wonder what the hell she was 
doing, but Sheldon was certainly tall enough to reach 
the mugs. I saw Muriel standing behind him peering at 
his back and shoulders as he reached up for the mugs. 
She started to pour the coffee and I figured I'd stand 
less chance of getting caught if I snuck upstairs and 
watched from up there. 

Soon after I got there they came to the living room to 
wait for Sheldon's shirt to finish in the washer. God I 
wanted this nigger to get his shirt and leave. I didn't 
like him flirting so openly with my wife and I was 
starting to get pissed off at her for not making him 
leave when he got fresh. I didn't like her looking at 
his body, either, but I have to admit I look at girls 
when I can, and a little looking never hurt anybody.

Muriel sat at the end of the couch. "So today's your 
anniversary," Sheldon remarked as he sat right next to 
her in the middle of the couch, still shirtless. "How 
long you been married."

"Ten years," she replied.

"Wow! You ain't that old."

"We married when we were eighteen."

"That's a long fuckin' time," he said as he leaned back 
against the couch and spread both arms across the back. 
Just like a black guy to lounge in someone else's 
house. "And you ain't even got no kids. What—your man 
don't got what it takes?" I couldn't believe it right 
then. I should have stopped it, but I didn't want the 
whole day ruined by some coon. I'd let him run his 
mouth, get his shirt, and leave.

Muriel turned to face him. She pulled her right knee 
onto the cushion, smiled, and said, "He has what it 
takes. We wanted to start our careers, so we waited 
until now to try to have children."

"So you're trying now. Had any luck?"

"We are going to start trying tonight."

"Mm-mmm. Makes me sad to see a pretty thing so young 
and off the market. You in your prime and here you 
gonna have some white boy's baby. Tell me, what is it 
makes you say this man's the one I'm gonna be with... 
be with and have his babies?"

"I can't believe you're asking me these things!" Muriel 
was turning red, but she was still smiling from good-
natured embarrassment. She folded her arms.

"Come on now, we worked together two years. You ain't 
gotta be embarrassed. We're friends, aren't we?"

"...Yes."

"You ain't got nothing to worry about. Besides. Elena 
told me some stuff."

Muriel raised her eyebrows. "What stuff did Elena tell 
you?"

"She told me that you weren't never with no man but 
David, before you got married or since."

"Is that your business?"

"Nah. It ain't my business. But it makes me wonder... "

There was a pause, until Muriel couldn't resist asking, 
"What are you wondering about?"

"Well I know you got options. Pretty European girl like 
you, with the accent and all. And you get married 
before you even know what's out there?"

Muriel folded her hands on her lap. "Maybe I found what 
I wanted."

"How you know you know what you want?"

"I know."

"How you know some other man won't come along and give 
you what you really want?" He let his left hand slip to 
her shoulder. Either she didn't notice or didn't mind.

"I have confidence," she said.

"Mmm. Confidence." He shook his head.

"What's wrong with that?" Muriel asked.

"You don't even know what your missing. You ever even 
kissed another man?"

"Yes"

"How many?"

"One.

"One? Bet he wasn't even black."

"No. He was Dutch."

"Would you even kiss a black man if you had the 
chance?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. If I wasn't married and 
I liked him. Why not?"

"What if you just liked him?" Sheldon's eyes bore into 
hers.

Muriel took a deep breath. "It doesn't matter. I'm 
married."

"I know that's what's so sad. See such a sexy thing 
make a mistake."

"What mistake?

"Get married and have some white-boy's babies, without 
even kissing a black man," he said softly as he shook 
his head. He put his right hand on her knee.

She put her hand down to take his off her knee. "It 
can't be much different."

As she pulled his hand way from her knee, he turned it 
over and grasped hers. She tried to pull it back but 
Sheldon held tight. She kept pulling, but half-
heartedly. She offered no other resistance. He easily 
held Muriel's hand in place, and he put their clasped 
hands back on her knee.

"Oh, it's totally different," he said. "I seen you 
looking at me, wondering why your white boy don't look 
like this without a shirt. I bet you wonder what it's 
like to be with a black man, just once to see if it's 
true what they say."

"What do they say?" she asked almost sheepishly.

"All this time with one white boy. Now you see a man 
lookin' good without a shirt, and you're thinking, 
'Just once...' wonderin' what it's like."

"No I'm not." She wasn't very convincing.

Sheldon nodded. "I think you are." He moved his hand 
from her shoulder to play with her hair. She moved her 
head a little but not enough to stop him. "You're 
thinkin' 'Just once... Maybe just a little kiss."

He leaned over to kiss Muriel. She turned her head 
slightly to avoid his kiss but not his lips. Sheldon 
brushed his thick black lips against her cheek and her 
nose for a minute or so. She wasn't fighting against 
his grip anymore, and she let him stroke her hair. 
"Sssssh. It's okay," Sheldon said. "It's okay to be 
curious. See what you're missin'." He pulled his head 
back far enough to look into Muriel's' blue eyes. She 
gazed back and he saw what he was looking for. This 
time her lips rose to meet his as he leaned toward her, 
and they kissed. At first they it was slow, but with 
soul, just with their lips. But then Sheldon opened his 
mouth and Muriel's tongue met his.

Muriel stopped for a moment. She didn't pull away, but 
she looked Sheldon in the eye and said, "I don't want 
to do anything else but kiss."

"Ssssshh." He kissed her again, and she didn't stop him 
this time. After a few minutes of deep kissing, 
Muriel's hand found its way to the hand that was 
stroking her hair. She caressed it, then her little 
hand made its way down his arm, feeling all the way, to 
his chest. She ran her hand over his swollen pecs as 
they explored each others' lips and mouths. Sheldon put 
his arm around her waist, a signal to come closer. She 
slid toward them without breaking their kiss until 
there was nothing between them but the fabric of her 
dress. Sheldon had his left arm around my wife's 
shoulders and his right hand made its way to her waist. 
It caressed her sexy round hip, and it soon found its 
way to her chest. 

As soon as Sheldon's hand touched her breast, Muriel 
snatched it to pull it away and she shook her head. But 
he again reversed her move, grabbing her hand and 
pulling it to his lap. Muriel started to pull away but 
he put her hand on his cock. I couldn't see it, but it 
obviously impressed my wife. She froze but he held her 
hand against his fat shaft for seconds until he felt 
her hand react. My wife started feeling the nigger's 
dick, not knowing that I watched from upstairs. She 
gazed into Sheldon's eyes and resumed their kiss, with 
more passion. This time, she only moaned when he felt 
her big tits.

It wasn't long before Sheldon was confident that my 
wife was so enthralled with his cock that he could do 
whatever he wanted. He unbuttoned Muriel's blouse to 
get to the treasure inside, the milky titties that only 
I had touched before now. The front-clip bra was no 
hindrance to him. He quickly unhooked it and felt the 
soft flesh below. They stopped kissing and Muriel's 
breath got shallow while he played with her tits. I've 
never seen her get so turned on by breast play—you 
would have thought he was rubbing her clit by the look 
on her face.

Sheldon looked into her face and nodded with a look of 
satisfaction. "Yeah. You like that." She licked her 
lips and nodded. "I think you want more than kisses. 
You want me to suck your big titties?" She hesitated 
but nodded again. "Mmm. Yeah. You know what you gotta 
do."

"Huh?" She looked up at him.

"You've been rubbin' that dick through my pants long 
enough. Why don't you let it out and give yourself a 
treat. Before your man gets home and you won't have a 
chance to feel a real dick anymore."

"I can't cheat on my husband." She said it but she 
didn't pull his hands from her tits or take hers from 
his cock. Sheldon didn't say anything. He just lowered 
his face to Muriel's swollen breasts and started 
kissing around the nipples. Then he teased them with 
light licks.

"Can I just play with it?"

"Mm-hmm." He didn't stop his assault on her luscious 
bosom. Muriel unbuckled his belt. Then she opened the 
front of his pants and slipped her hand inside. She 
closed her eyes and groaned as she felt his black meat 
thicken in her hand. She pulled it out as Sheldon took 
a nipple in his mouth and started sucking.

"Oooh. It's so big. Thick and hard." Muriel's voice was 
breathless.

I know I have a big dick, so I had to have a look at 
this guy's package. The whole scene was making me sick, 
but Muriel was right. I won't estimate how big 
Sheldon's cock was, but it was longer and thicker than 
anything I've ever seen. My wife's hand couldn't nearly 
fit around it nor did it even begin to hide his meat. 
It was as big as her forearm, and reached up to his 
chest. When Sheldon heard my wife react go the sight of 
his penis, he knew she was his as long as he wasn't 
stupid.

I think Muriel still thought she could get away with 
playing with his cock for awhile then sending him on 
his way, but he didn't waste any time getting his free 
hand to her sweet spot. He pulled her dress right up, 
revealing her white legs and a pair of skimpy black 
cotton panties that barely covered even her low-cut 
pussy. His ran his hand over her thighs and tickled 
their sensitive insides until her legs parted and he 
had access to her juicy cunt. At first he teased her by 
caressing her pussy lips through her panties with the 
tips of his fingers, up one lip and down the other, 
careful to keep clear of her clit or pussy.

By this time Muriel was working his big balls with one 
hand and his immense cock-shaft with the other, staring 
as if she had never seen a penis before. She slowly and 
unconsciously parted her thighs until Sheldon lifted 
the edge of her panties and set his black hand to the 
silky fur and slit beneath. She closed her eyes and let 
a moan louder than any expression of sexual 
satisfaction I had ever heard from my proper wife.

Sheldon let loose of her quivering breasts with his 
mouth and moved his face to her ear. "You like that?' 
he whispered before he kissed her ear.

"Yeah," she panted, barely audibly, nodding her head.

"You like that?" This time he probed her ear with his 
tongue.

"Yeah." This time it was a whimper. She licked her lips 
and spread her legs a little wider.

"Lay down so I can finger your pussy." Muriel slowly 
lay back on the couch and scooted her ass to the edge. 
Sheldon ran his finger around the outside of her plump 
pussy and teased her cunt for a time. "Man, this is 
wet. I think I know somebody who needs somethin' bad."

"Don't tease me," Muriel pleaded. Sheldon worked his 
middle finger into her pink pussy and held it for a 
minute, then slowly out and back in as she began to 
squirm and gasp. He worked his free hand under her ass. 
"Ooooohh," my wife moaned. I don't know if his finger 
work was great or if my wife was overwhelmed with lust 
for his mammoth prick, or if it was the allure of the 
forbidden. But Muriel was hotter than I had ever seen 
her. I was transfixed and sick to my stomach. Don't ask 
why I just watched; I don't know. I wasn't turned on by 
my wife cheating with a black man. That's not my thing.

Muriel was going to climax soon, but Sheldon knew 
better than to let her come yet. He pulled his hand 
away from her hungry cunt. "Don't stop," my wife 
whimpered.

"You want more?"

Muriel nodded.

"It's your turn."

"Please. I'm playing with your penis."

"This ain't a penis. It's a cock."

"I'm playing with your cock."

"I don't wanna see no dress."

Muriel took her arms out of her sleeves. She stood and 
helped her dress over her hips and let it fall to the 
floor. Sheldon leaned back and ogled her body with a 
lewd smile. Her bra landed next to her dress. Sheldon 
pulled off his pants and boxer briefs, then leaned 
forward, put his hands on Muriel's ass, and pulled her 
onto his lap. Her hands went right back to his prick 
and he didn't have to tell her to grind her pussy 
against it. 

Sheldon's face went back to her tits. The extreme 
sensuality of dry humping a hung nigger's cock with 
only a thin layer of cotton to keep him from fucking 
her pushed Muriel to the verge almost immediately. 
Sheldon stopped her again, grabbing her hips. "Not yet 
white girl. We got some more lessons first. Get on your 
knees."

If Muriel hesitated, it was only for a moment. She 
never let my cock touch her lips, and I don't know if 
she wanted to suck Sheldon, or if she had surmised that 
he wouldn't take no for an answer, or if she just 
wanted to come so bad that she was willing to do 
anything. But she dropped to her knees between his 
legs. 

Her hands never left his package as she laid her head 
on his thigh. She caressed his cock and balls, her eyes 
having their fill as she prepared for her first 
blowjob. At first, she brushed his black balls with her 
lips and gave them a peck. Then she kissed the base of 
the fat shaft, then farther up, and then again. She 
kissed it and nuzzled it without stroking for a minute 
or so, then gave it a nice lick on the bottom of the 
shaft. "Mmmm," Sheldon moaned. "I guess you got the 
good stuff too." 

This time her tongue roamed from his balls to the tip 
of the shaft. "Yeah, girl. It's gonna be nice breakin' 
in a sweet white thing like you with this big dick. I 
knew you... " Sheldon couldn't finish his sentence 
after my wife parted her lips and took the head of his 
cock into her eager mouth. Both her hands went to work 
on Sheldon's black shaft. She couldn't even cover his 
whole cock with both hands and her mouth. My wife was 
giving her first cocksucking to a nigger, and she 
wasn't working his meat like an amateur. He watched her 
work with a satisfied smile until it got too hot.

He grabbed Muriel's hair and pried her lips from his 
cock. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't want to come before I've had that married 
pussy. You can finish that later." She looked at him 
for a moment, undecided, but her lust won the day. 
Muriel slipped out of her damp panties, climbed up on 
his lap, and caressed his body with hers.

"You have to wear a condom," she told him. "I'm not on 
birth control."

"Sit down, baby." Muriel sat next to Sheldon on the 
couch. He leaned forward and pulled a condom from the 
pocket of his pants on the floor. "It's a Magnum, but 
you'll be lucky if it don't break." He handed it to 
her. My wife opened the foil and pulled the condom from 
the pouch. Then she leaned over Sheldon's lap and 
kissed his black cock again before she tried to cover 
it with the rubber. It was so thick, though, that she 
wasn't strong enough to stretch the rolled condom over 
the head. Sheldon started it himself while she held it 
for him and then she finished sheathing his cock.

He told my wife to lie down. She slid off the couch and 
lay on the floor and Sheldon stood and looked down at 
her. Muriel was a treat for his eyes, and they roved 
from her breasts to her soft belly and down to the 
slight pubes and the velvet pussy he was about to fill. 
Muriel couldn't help but stare at the ponderous cock 
hanging over her. The Magnum couldn't even cover 
Sheldon's cock. It looked stretched to the limit and it 
left a generous amount of uncovered meat at the base.

"Oh, come on," Muriel whined in anticipation. The black 
buck got on top my wife and she spread her thighs to 
make room for him.

Sheldon teased her pussy with his prick. He massaged 
her lips with the shaft and let it tease her clit. He 
let the head knock at her pussy before he slid it up 
and over her clit again. "You want it, put it in," 
Sheldon teased. Muriel's hand found his big dick and 
guided its head to her waiting cunt. I thought nothing 
could have pleased the black more than for a proper, 
married white woman to make a whore of herself by 
putting his oversized black cock into the pussy she had 
pledged to a white man. Its touch seemed to send a 
shock through her body. The head of his dick was so big 
that it wouldn't slide in; he had to work it into her.

"Oh god. It's too big. It hurts."

"Ssssh. Just wait and let the head sink in. Then I'll 
work it in slow."

"It's harder than the first time!" But Muriel did not 
ask him to stop.

"Relax your pussy... There you go." Sheldon pushed his 
cock forward to overcome the resistance while he 
slightly swiveled his hips so that this cockhead 
massaged her opening. Muriel bit her lip and closed her 
eyes while Sheldon assaulted her cunt. He pushed harder 
and she groaned, but he overcame the resistance. Her 
clit rode over the thick head as it disappeared into 
her hole. The pain of being so stretched brought tears 
to her eyes. I saw one on her right cheek just before 
Sheldon wiped it away and whispered "Ssssh, baby girl. 
It ain't so bad. The hard part's all over now." 

Sheldon began to pump with very short strokes. His 
black stuff worked a little deeper into my wife's body 
with each thrust. It seemed to relax her. "There," she 
said. "Oh that feels better... it feels good." Sheldon 
had only worked a little bit of his prick into her, but 
he was so thick she felt stuffed. Her hips were soon 
trying to meet his short thrusts as he stretched her to 
the limit.

"This what you want, baby girl?"

"I can't believe how big you are. I can't believe I 
could take you."

"No girl. You only got about five inches so far."

"No!"

"See for yourself." Sheldon pushed his body up with his 
arms, and hovered over her. Muriel lifted her head to 
see between her legs. She saw a thick slab of black 
cockmeat still waiting to stretch her.

"I don't know how much more I can take."

"Don't worry, girl. I'll make sure you get the whole 
thing." Muriel held him tight as he worked his pussy 
wrecker into uncharted territory. Sheldon kept driving 
deeper and deeper. His cock seemed endlessly long to 
Muriel, but then she felt his balls nestle against her 
tail, and she knew she had his whole penis. She sighed 
and kissed him as he started to stroke her pussy 
excruciatingly slowly. 

Sheldon pulled out until only the head remained inside, 
then inch after inch of black cock disappeared between 
Muriel's thighs. As Sheldon's pace increased she pulled 
her legs up to give her black stud room to work his 
massive tool. Muriel savored the fullness in her pussy 
and Sheldon finally allowed her the orgasm that he had 
been folding at bay.

"You're driving me crazy. Ohmygod! Ohmygod. Ohmy... 
OOOOHHH." Muriel loosed a throaty scream that her 
body's contractions cut short. She threw back her head 
and arched her back. She must have came for twenty 
seconds while Sheldon still hammered her. Corrupting a 
married white woman made him smile lewdly as he watched 
her come and felt her body writhe beneath his. When 
Muriel's orgasm subsided, Sheldon stopped stroking and 
let her breathe. She kissed his lips again when her 
senses returned and lightly thrust her hips, enjoying 
the steel shaft that filled her pussy.

"Time for you to learn to ride a black man's dick." 
Sheldon pulled out and got up and sat on the couch. 
Muriel was atop him almost as soon as he sat down. She 
stood up on the couch and crouched until her lips found 
his penis. With the head inside again she slowly sat on 
the shaft. She seemed relieved that Sheldon filled her 
again and she humped his black meat. 

Whenever I fucked Muriel she only came once per 
session, then she wanted to nap, but she was visibly 
building to another orgasm riding Sheldon's cock. She 
fucked him as if she hadn't even come yet. Muriel 
leaned back to let Sheldon suck her tits and his black 
hands roamed freely around her creamy ass. "Mmm... play 
with my ass. I love it," she moaned. "I love your cock. 
It's going to make me come again." My wife had never 
talked dirty before, but she was right. "I want to come 
on your big dick," she panted.

"You feel it?" Sheldon asked.

"Uh-huh."

"You feel that big dick in your married pussy?"

"Oh," she sighed. "I love it." She kept humping. 
Sheldon started rubbing her asshole with his middle 
finger. This pushed her over the edge and her second 
orgasm of the morning shook her body. Her pussy 
clenched his cock and she held his head tight to her 
breasts. Soon she was trying to catch her breath again 
while Sheldon's hands enjoyed her curves.

But he couldn't wait any longer. "Lay down. It's my 
turn."

"Take me to the bedroom?"

Sheldon didn't need another invitation. "Lead the way, 
baby." I slid down the hall and around the corner while 
they came upstairs. When they were in the bedroom, I 
looked inside and saw them kissing next to the bed. 
Muriel took his hand and lay down on the bed, pulling 
Sheldon with her. He got between her legs but didn't 
lie down on top of her. He got on his knees and put his 
hands behind Muriel's knees and pushed her thighs up to 
her chest so her pussy and ass were fully exposed. He 
laid his prick on her pussy and clit and dragged it 
slowly back and forth to tease her. 

Every time he drew it back, the head came tantalizingly 
close to her entrance but he didn't let it slip inside. 
Muriel watched it over her breasts for a minute before 
she reached down as if to put his cock-head inside. But 
she didn't do that. Instead, she peeled the condom from 
his cock before she brought it home. Her invitation was 
clear and my stomach was in knots. I had waited years 
for the chance to unload in my wife's unprotected cunt 
and give her a baby, but when my time came she offered 
herself to a nigger instead. I thought of getting my 
shotgun and letting Sheldon have both barrels, one for 
his face and one for his cock and balls, but it was in 
the bedroom closet.

"Yeah, there's a girl who knows what she wants." 
Sheldon entered my wife for the second time that day. 
He and Muriel looked at each other before he wrapped 
his fist around the hilt of his prick and fed her cunt 
the bare black shaft. It penetrated her easily this 
time and she was filled again. Things sexier now that 
they were fucking bareback. 

They both knew she wasn't using birth control and it 
made them even hotter. Sheldon meant it when he said it 
was his turn. He fucked her fertile body with abandon. 
She gasped each time he rammed his prick home and her 
breasts bounced to the rhythm of his thrusts. I was 
sick as I watched that big black prick sawing away at 
my wife's finely-furred love cradle .

Sheldon was poised over my wife like a breeding bull. 
He didn't just thrust his hips; he fucked her with his 
whole body and she rocked back and forth beneath him. 
Sheldon's overly-thick cock was truly reaming Muriel 
and she adored it. "I love your cock, Sheldon. I wish 
you could fuck me forever," she said between pants.

"I ain't stoppin'. I'm makin' this pussy mine."

"You're going to come inside me?"


"Gonna fill that hot white pussy with black man's 
come."

"What if I get pregnant?"

"You're gonna have my black baby in your tummy."

"But I'm married."

"You want it."

"Oooh," she sighed.

"You want it. Tell me. Tell me you want it."

"I... I want it." 

"Tell me how you want it."

"Oh, Sheldon. Come inside me so I can have your baby. 
Make me feel it." Muriel was delirious with sex and 
Sheldon dominated her pussy. His thrusts became more 
powerful and she felt his cock swell in her pussy as it 
got ready to come. "Come on. Put it in me," she moaned 
as Sheldon buried his black baby-maker in her and 
emptied his balls. The warmth between her legs sent 
Muriel over the edge. Her pussy milked the load from 
his cock and sucked the sperm into her womb. The woman 
who had pledged herself to me had given herself to a 
hung buck and treated him to a breeding session. She 
couldn't turn back now if she wanted to.

Sheldon collapsed on top of my wife. They were both 
dazed. When Muriel could breathe again she whispered 
"You're sweaty."

He lifted his head and smiled. "I've been workin' 
hard."

"Speaking of hard... " Muriel gestured downward with 
her eyes.

Sheldon grasped the back of her knee and rolled over, 
pulling Muriel with him. They lay side-by-side, as near 
each other as they could be with her thigh pulled up 
over his hip and his still-erect prick buried to his 
balls.

"You worried it's gonna get soft? You ain't used to 
being fucked all night?" I guess he had forgotten it 
was barely afternoon.

"I like it. It feels good."

Sheldon rolled her over on her back again and locked 
her lips in slow, wet, sensuous kisses. She wrapped her 
legs around his waist as he started to stroke. They 
fucked slow and hot, looking into each other's eyes. It 
was bad enough when they were just fucking, lustful for 
one another's bodies, but they were making love this 
time. Sheldon put his left hand under Muriel's head, 
with her hair between his fingers, and she savored his 
prick's veiny texture as he treated her to deep, 
sensual strokes. 

Her breathing soon grew shallow and she spread her legs 
wide as came again. The power of her orgasms hadn't 
abated. Sheldon watched her face and grinned as she 
came and worked her pussy with even more finesse. He 
seemed proud of his work. He didn't give her any rest 
but kept stuffing her with his fat lady-pleaser, making 
her come every few minutes.

I don't know how long they mated like this, but when 
Sheldon decided it was time to give her more seed, he 
waited until her body was building to another orgasm 
and said, "I love your titties."

"I love it when you play with them and suck them."

"I'm gonna fill those titties with milk."

Muriel just moaned.

"Yeah, milk for my baby." His thrusts became more 
insistent and Muriel held him tight. She whimpered and 
shook her head slowly, her blue eyes locked with his. 
"Fuck. Yeah, baby, I'm gonna come... in your tummy." 
Muriel felt Sheldon's cock flex before he buried it in 
her pussy again. His throbbing cock made her clit 
explode so she felt it in her nipples. Being bred by a 
black man made her orgasm even more intense. Sheldon's 
sperm flooded Muriel's pussy again and even after he 
came this time, his prick was as hard as it had been 
all day.

He let Muriel rest for a bit, and they lay side by side 
as before. I don't know how long his cock had been 
inside my wife. She kissed his chest and neck and he 
held her ass. Muriel's body was perfect for breeding. I 
think it was her fertility as much as anything that 
attracted to me in the first place and Sheldon could 
sense it, too. He used his cock to plug her pussy and 
hold his sperm inside. But he had blown such healthy 
loads that semen was seeping out around it. "You done 
yet?" he asked my wife.

"Can you stay a while?" she asked.

"Just checking. How you wanna come next?

Muriel didn't even answer. She just rolled him onto his 
back and straddled his waist. She sat up on his prick 
and arched her back and rocked her hips. Sheldon caught 
her swaying breasts and massaged and squeezed them and 
rolled her nipples between his fingers. Then he let one 
go and brought his thumb to my wife's crotch to worry 
her clit. "Don't stop," she pleaded. His shaft was 
almost too much for Muriel but she reveled in the 
feeling of being stretched to the limit as she rode her 
black stud. 

"It's so hard, baby," she moaned. Sheldon worked her 
clit with a steady rhythm until she felt a familiar 
tingle spread from her crotch to her nipples. Her 
orgasm's power silenced her this time. I barely heard a 
whimper. When she came down from her high, she tried to 
roll over, but Sheldon wouldn't let her. "You ain't 
done 'til you make this dick come." 

Muriel didn't argue. She sat up again, put her hands on 
his shoulders, and started bouncing on his pole, 
working it with her pussy. This time she wasn't working 
for her own gratification. She was striving to satisfy 
her black lover. Sheldon let her breasts alone and set 
his hands on her hips. Muriel watched him while she 
pleasured him and I watched his meat stuff her as she 
slid down his pole. Sometimes she leaned over and 
teased his face with her tits, keeping them just out of 
reach of the lips and tongue that tried to capture 
them.

"Oh baby, that feels gooood. You like my big dick, 
dontcha?"

"I've never come so hard. It feels like I've never had 
sex before. It's like you're my first."

"Better get used to it."

"Mmmm."

"Mmmm yeah. Fuck my black dick with that virgin pussy. 
Make it come again."

Muriel increased her efforts, her sweet pussy loving on 
Sheldon's cock. He watched her tits bounce and let his 
eyes rove over her curves until they found the furry 
little crotch fucking his pole. Then he closed his eyes 
and enjoyed being fucked by a married white woman. 
Soon, his grip tensed on her hips and he pushed her 
down tight on his prick to give her his third load of 
the day. Muriel didn't come that time. She sat down on 
his cock to completely engulf it and relished its 
pulsing and spewing. She wanted his come as deep in her 
as possible.

This time they parted. Muriel had to lean far forward 
to escape his long pole. It fell out of her pussy with 
a plop and bounced a couple of times on his abs. 
Sheldon moved from the middle of the bed and rested his 
head on my pillow. Before Muriel lay down, she took 
some Kleenexes from the box on her nightstand to try 
stanch the flow of come running from her cunt. "There's 
so much."

"More where that came from," he chuckled. There was 
already a huge wet spot on the bed, so Muriel gave up 
using the Kleenexes and lay next to Sheldon with her 
head on his shoulder and her arm on his chest. He put 
his arm around her.

"Do you like me or did you just want to have sex with a 
white girl?" she wanted to know.

"You know I like you. You're the cutest thing I know." 
He ran his free hand over her waist again. "I love your 
sweet body and tight pussy. You got a body made for 
lovin'. I can't wait to see my son suckin' your 
breasts."

"I like your body too."

"Yeah. I seen you lookin' at me at the office when you 
thought I wasn't lookin'."

"Well you were always staring at my breasts and my 
behind."

"How'd you know I was lookin' at your ass?"

"Karen told me... and it made it burn."

"Why not look when there's something good to see?"

Muriel's eyes rested on his cock again. "You're still 
hard." Her hand found it way to his sticky shaft.

"You want some more?"

"Let's rest first."

Both fell asleep pretty quickly. I looked at my watch. 
It was 1:00. I thought I might go downstairs and get my 
baseball bat and teach that nigger a lesson. My wife 
could watch while I beat her black buck black and blue, 
and then I'd kick her out without a stitch of clothes 
to cover her ass. 

I went downstairs, but instead of going to the closet I 
went to the liquor cabinet and poured a tumbler of rum. 
The stuff tasted like shit straight, but I'd have to go 
to the fridge in the garage to get a coke and didn't 
want to risk waking them. I leaned against the wall and 
had three or four drinks while my mind reeled. I don't 
even want to write about my thoughts, then. The ones 
already written down are bad enough.

Too soon, the sound of the toilet flushing upstairs 
interrupted my thoughts. I set my glass down on the 
dining table and snuck up the stairs in time to see 
Muriel climb back in bed and curl up next to Sheldon. 
This woke him and he pulled her close and kissed her on 
the forehead. His cock had softened while he slept but 
Muriel felt it stir against her leg and looked down to 
watch it harden. The sight fascinated her. 

Even though she was straitlaced, she had always been 
interested in my penis. She watched it intensely when 
she played with it and I was surprised that she never 
really let herself go with me. But she was awed by the 
sight of Sheldon's cock pulsating and growing. She 
grasped it to feel it throb and every time it did it 
got harder. It was only seconds before it was at full 
mast again. And he had already come three times.

Muriel and Sheldon enjoyed each other's bodies while 
they made out again. Soon he was rubbing her clit and 
teasing her cunt, getting her ready for another fuck 
session. She was a willing participant. Sheldon's prick 
was ready but he couldn't keep her hands off his shaft 
and balls. She lightly squeezed and tugged his balls 
with raunchy enthusiasm. It seemed she had forgotten me 
completely and was devoted to breeding with Sheldon. 
"Get up baby," he commanded. Obediently, she rose from 
the bed. By now she would do anything he asked her. He 
got up behind her and took her hand and led her to 
stand in front of the vanity mirror. "I want you to see 
how hot we are."

He stood behind Muriel and caressed her body as they 
enjoyed the scene in the mirror. Muriel's full breasts 
and round curves made her seem a Venus nestled in her 
black lover's arms. She could feel Sheldon's erection 
against her back as he ran his black hands over her 
creamy skin—all over her torso but avoiding her 
sensitive breasts and pussy. Watching this enticed her, 
and she put her hands on Sheldon's to guide them. She 
pulled his right hand to her breasts and her breath 
grew shallow as she watched the black hand knead her 
breasts in the mirror. "Don't stop," she moaned.

Sheldon brought his left hand to her breasts and let 
his right wander to her crotch. At first he let her 
pussy alone and teased her by playing with her pussy 
curls. Muriel's pussy and pubic hair are some of her 
sweetest features. She barely even has to trim her fur 
never needed a razor. He ran his fingers through the 
short hairs and tugged them lightly. 

Muriel loved the sight of the black stud hulking behind 
her and toying with her pussy. Desire got the better of 
her and she wanted to turn and kiss Sheldon, but he 
held her tight so she couldn't move. "Sssshh," he 
quieted her. He kissed the back of her neck as his 
fingers found their target. He rubbed her clit and 
teased her slit with his middle finger until she opened 
her legs and his finger slipped inside. Sheldon held it 
there then pulled it out slowly and dragged it up 
across her clit.

"Let's go back to bed," Muriel begged. But Sheldon had 
other ideas.

"Bend over a little... Not that much. I want you to 
watch."

Sheldon looked down at her ass as he took his cock and 
guided the head back to her sex. He had a hard time 
finding her hole but she eagerly reached between her 
legs and helped his prick back in. Sheldon used 
Muriel's hips for leverage and slowly opened her up 
again. She had tightened a little while they slept. 
They both watched his fat pole creep into her in the 
mirror. 

When she had the whole thing again, Muriel bent over 
farther and put her hands on the vanity. This was her 
first fuck doggy-style—she had always been too self-
conscious before—and she looked down to watch Sheldon's 
mighty balls pound her beaver as he drove his cock 
home. She whimpered and moaned while he fucked her but 
Sheldon waited until just the right time to reach 
around and massage her tits. She came within seconds. 
The sight of their fucking in the mirror coupled with 
my wife's wanton display was too much for Sheldon. He 
looked down at her white ass and bore into her pussy a 
final time. Muriel arched her back to receive him 
deeper when she felt him shooting.

They both relaxed. "Man that was fine," Sheldon 
exclaimed, but Muriel wasn't done yet.

"I think I'm going to come again," she said 
breathlessly. Sheldon wasn't even thrusting but her 
cunt exploded anyway. He held Muriel in his arms and 
grinded his big cock hard into her even though she was 
full. Her greedy cunt squeezed his meat and worked a 
few remaining drops of semen from his shaft.

Sheldon pulled out slowly and guided Muriel to the bed. 
She lay down and made room for him but he sat down next 
to her. "Man. I gotta rest a minute." When he didn't 
lie down, Muriel sat up and got behind him. She put her 
legs to his sides and held him, and kissed his back, 
and nuzzled her face against him. "I gotta get to work 
sometime today."

"We still have some time before my husband gets off. 
Can't you stay a while?"

"I wish I could. I could use some more of that good 
stuff."

Her hands felt for his dick. "You're still hard. Can't 
I try to make this go away."

"Man you're hooked. Always leave 'em wantin' more." 
Sheldon stood up and turned around and faced her. His 
cock swayed right in front of Muriel's face. "You 
better finish what you started." Muriel didn't wait. 
She put her hand around his cock and brought the head 
to her mouth to suck her new lover again. "Yeah. Now 
play with my nuts." She grasped his balls so she could 
work his loins with both hands and her mouth. I wish 
she had put as much effort into resisting his advances 
as she was into sucking him off. 

"Come on Dutch girl. You look so good. Suck your baby-
daddy's dick." 

Muriel moaned as she blew him to increase his pleasure, 
but she enjoyed it herself. She couldn't get much more 
than the head in her mouth so she worked the shaft hard 
with her hand. 

Sheldon continued to talk dirty to my wife as he 
relished the sight of a married white woman sucking his 
cock and the feel of her wedding ring on his balls. He 
didn't warn her before he blew his final load but 
Muriel didn't care. I think she had planned to take his 
come in her mouth, and she didn't waste a drop. She 
stroked his shaft and moaned while he came and then she 
sat back and swallowed. She softly kissed his prick and 
caressed it with her lips.

"I still have to dry your shirt, you know. You'll have 
to stay a while anyway."

"I got another one in the car."

"Another shirt?"

"Yep. I brought two. It was the only excuse I could 
think of to stay a while."

"You planned this?"

"Elena told my you were gonna try and get pregnant and 
I wanted to make sure it was mine. Make sure you didn't 
make a mistake with whitey."

She sat on the bed stunned for a moment. Then she said, 
"When can I see you again?"

"Saturday. At my house. Afternoon or evening—whenever 
you can get away."

Muriel stood and kissed him deeply, then she put her 
robe on. I stepped around the corner as they came out 
of the bedroom, but I saw them holding hands as they 
walked downstairs. Sheldon put his clothes on without 
the shirt, but before he left he picked up Muriel's 
black cotton panties, smelled them, and put them in his 
pocket. She followed him to the door and they kissed 
again. "I love you," Muriel whispered.

He kissed her on the forehead and held her. "I'll see 
you Saturday. Wear something sexy. And shave your 
pussy." Sheldon opened the door and walked to his car 
in my driveway without a shirt in full view of the 
neighborhood. And my wife watched him from the door in 
her robe.

I'd had so many intense emotional reactions in such a 
short time that I was reeling. I really couldn't decide 
whether to confront Muriel, or try to sneak out of the 
house and return later as if nothing had happened, or 
get out, go to a bar, and decide what to do. Worse, I 
had thoughtlessly left a tumbler on the dining table. I 
prayed she wouldn't find a reason to walk through the 
dining room. I had held the roses I bought all this 
time; I'd forgotten about them. Whatever I did, I 
wasn't going to give them to Muriel. 

Maybe I should send them to the receptionist at 
Muriel's office, or maybe it would be cruelly amusing 
to sneak out of the house, and return as if nothing had 
happened and try to fuck her as we had planned. Surely 
we wouldn't risk letting me near her pussy after 
accommodating a cock like Sheldon's; it would be 
painfully obvious that she had been at it hard with 
someone else.

Muriel came upstairs and almost caught me before I 
decided what to do. I barely had time to slip back 
around the corner at the back of the hall. Lucky for me 
she went back into the bedroom. As I tip-toed back 
toward the bedroom door, I heard her peeing. She had 
left the door open, thinking no one was home. After she 
flushed she laid down on the bed in her robe, curled up 
on her side, and slept. 

I waited until she slept soundly and entered the room. 
It reeked of sex and the unmistakable stink of nigger 
got stronger as I approached the bed. I couldn't resist 
pulling her robe away from her ass to expose her pussy. 
After all, she'd been caught screwing a black man 
without birth control on our anniversary. She didn't 
deserve any dignity.

I pulled her robe up slowly and she still slept. It 
wasn't the cute little pussy I was used to. Instead, it 
looked like a veteran whore's cunt. Her fur was matted 
with dried semen and her once-tight slit was now a 
battered gash leaking a stream of come that ran down 
her ass. I knew I would never think of that pussy the 
same again after Muriel's betrayal.

Muriel wasn't stupid, so I figured she would at least 
shower and change the bedding before it was time for me 
to get home from work. She still had a couple of hours 
before she expected me home and I figured she would 
shower as soon as she woke. So I went to wait in the 
spare room until I heard the shower.

The wait was miserable. I was tempted to just leave the 
house, after hiding my tumbler, of course. I didn't 
know what I would do after I left anyway but I resisted 
the temptation and waited. It seemed like I waited 
hours but I heard the shower at last. 

A couple of minutes later I went back to the bedroom 
door. I couldn't see Muriel but I could hear her in the 
shower, so I went inside, sat on the bed and waited for 
my wife to come out of the bathroom. I didn't know what 
I would say, but I hoped something clever would come to 
me. It was a chore to sit there amidst her lover's 
stink and jism, but I wanted to see the look on her 
face when she saw me there.

Muriel showered for a long time and I wondered if she 
was nursing her battered pussy. Then the shower stopped 
and I heard the curtain rings sliding on the rod. I 
heard her drying herself, and then I supposed she 
combed her hair. She was naked when she came back to 
the bedroom.

Muriel stopped and took a step back when she saw me. By 
this time, I had thought of the perfect thing to say 
and opened my mouth to heap up a nice helping of verbal 
abuse. But then I saw her pussy was shaved.

"You scared me," she said. "Why didn't you call and 
tell me you were coming home early?"

"Why. Wouldn't you have fucked Sheldon for so long?"

Muriel didn't move or speak. She was trying to decide 
if I had caught her cheating for sure or I just 
suspected. She decided to play it safe. "What are you 
taking about?"

"Don't play stupid." I stood up and grabbed her arm and 
pulled her over to the bed. I pointed at the wet spots. 
"What the hell are those?"

She started crying—the kind of crying where you can't 
move or even breathe.

"What the fuck are those?!" I was yelling and brought 
my hand up as if to bitch-slap her. Muriel put her arm 
in front of her fact to protect herself.

"I don't know." I could barely hear her.

"What?"

She tried to be louder and clearer. "I... don't... 
know." But she could barely speak at all.

I still held her arm so I spun her around and pushed 
her down on the bed. "Sit!"

She was too scared to disobey and I was enraged. I 
undid my pants and pulled my dick out. It was limp, but 
I let it hang in front of her face and I grabbed her 
hair. "Come on. Suck your baby-daddy's dick... Come 
on... I know you know how. I watched you suck that 
nigger's dick. Your husband's dick not good enough for 
you?"

Muriel just shook her head as she cried. Then she 
mouthed the word "No." It was more than I could stand. 
I let go of her hair and backhanded her pretty face. I 
never thought I'd do that to her or any woman, but then 
I never thought she'd betray me and let a coon knock 
her up. Before she could react I had her by her hair 
again. She tried to pull my hand away but that wasn't 
going to happen. I forced her onto her stomach and used 
her hair to hold her down. She wouldn't stop 
struggling, but I managed to get my shoes and pants off 
anyway. I pulled her to the middle of the bed by her 
hair, then I beat her ass as hard as I could.

Muriel's ass was an angry red when I stopped. She was 
bawling when I climbed upon her back and started 
rubbing my dick to make it hard. I had some 
apprehension that I couldn't get hard but my cock 
reacted and soon stood at attention. I slid down her 
body to ream her pussy but the silly bitch held her 
legs together. I gave her a couple of powerful smacks 
on her sore ass and pulled her hair and she relaxed her 
thighs. 

I forced them open with my knees and used my hand to 
guide my prick to its destination. Muriel was crying 
and whimpering "No," but I didn't care. She'd promised 
me a crack at her fertile pussy on this day long ago 
and I was going to give Sheldon's sperm a run for his 
money.

It wasn't the tight pussy I was used to. I imagined 
that this was what an old streetwalker's pussy must be 
like: loose and sloppy. But I wasn't fucking her for 
pleasure. I wanted to teach her a lesson and leave some 
sperm for her egg. Hell. This might be the best thing 
to ever happen to her—my sperm might fertilize her and 
save her from a lifetime of shame from raising a black 
kid.

I hit her pussy pretty hard, so it wasn't long until I 
came. I hadn't had sex in two weeks so I gave Muriel a 
massive load. After I came, I kept my penis in her cunt 
to keep the semen inside and let my sperm swim upstream 
to her egg. By the time my cock softened and slipped 
out, she had stopped crying. She was sniveling with her 
face buried in the covers. I almost pitied her for a 
moment but I hardened my heart and got up.

"Get up and get out."

Muriel didn't even stir. She just sniffled. I let her 
have another swat on her ass. "You heard me." She 
scampered away and fell off the other side of the bed 
and looked up at me. "You'd better get moving." I moved 
toward her and she leapt up with a handful of sheets to 
cover herself.

"Where will I go?"

"Go to your boyfriend's house. See if he's dumb enough 
to take you in."

She started to say something but I cut her off. "Just 
shut up and get out if you don't want more of the 
same." She realized leaving was the wisest course of 
action for her and she got some panties from her 
dresser and started to step into them.

"Nope. Just get out. Now."

"I need to get dressed." I noticed that my come was 
starting to seep from her pussy.

"Get the fuck out NOW!" I raised my hand to spank 
Muriel again, but she heeded my words and started for 
the bedroom door. I stopped her. "Don't get dumb and go 
the police or I'll send your parents the pictures I 
took." She didn't know I hadn't taken any pictures, of 
course. "And tell your boyfriend that if he wants to 
come over and act like the man, I'll be waiting for 
him." With that, I took my shotgun from the closet.

She waited for a moment to see if there was more, and 
when there wasn't she scampered down the stairs, 
grabbed her keys, went to the garage, and drove away in 
her car, naked and ashamed. She was in such a hurry 
that she even forgot her phone. I wasn't about to let 
her have it, or anything else. Afterward, I wished I 
had gotten her wedding ring, though.

After Muriel left, I took my shotgun downstairs and got 
my tumbler and bottle of rum from the dining room and a 
bottle of Coke from the garage. I wanted to get drunk 
as hell, but I needed to be ready in case Sheldon came 
over, so I paced myself. I needed to remember to change 
the locks in the morning, too. Anyway, over the course 
of the evening, I drank rum and Cokes, ordered pizza, 
watched bad soft-core porn on Cinemax, and waited for 
Sheldon. I don't know what happened to Muriel that 
afternoon but I can only assume she ended up at 
Sheldon's and had to wait for him to come home from 
work. How would she explain her situation to anyone 
else, showing up naked with a bruised ass and come 
running down the inside of her thighs?

I never heard from her, only from her lawyer when she 
filed for divorce. And I didn't see her until we met to 
finalize the divorce. At the signing, she was fat with 
child, and her breasts were swollen with milk. She 
wouldn't look at me. I don't know if it was because she 
was ashamed of herself or because of what I had done to 
her. If it was the latter, I wasn't sorry. I just kept 
my fingers crossed and hoped the baby in her belly was 
mine.

We don't have friends in common anymore, so I rarely 
get news about Muriel. I knew she must have delivered 
months ago, but that was all I knew for a while. I 
never told my friends and family the real reason we 
divorced because I didn't want them to know that a 
nigger had gotten to my wife and, strangely enough, I 
didn't want them to think badly of Muriel, at least not 
to the extent that the truth would engender. 

Then one day I went to the doctor because I had a 
throat infection. I went to the doctor both Muriel and 
I had gone to when we were married but I thought little 
of it. He was friendly, and I told him Muriel and I had 
divorced when he asked how things had been. He seemed 
uncomfortable, or as if he wanted to speak of some 
subject he didn't know how to breach, so I asked "What 
is it?"

"It's not my business to say this but I cared for 
Muriel during a recent pregnancy. Did you know she was 
pregnant?"

"I know."

"When she came to the office she was with an African-
American man. He came into the examination room, looked 
at sonograms, et cetera, and basically participated in 
the pregnancy as the father."

I nodded.

"When Muriel delivered, he was in the delivery room and 
held her hand... The baby was black. They were in again 
a week ago Thursday. She's pregnant again."

You can imagine I'm bitter and disappointed, since that 
adds insult to injury. Now, when I think about Muriel, 
I can't even remember the smiling young face of the 
girl I loved. All I can imagine is her naked, spooning 
with Sheldon, and smiling at the black baby suckling at 
her breast while his mighty cock stretches her pussy.

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