My friend David and his wife Zoe like to experiment in their sex lives. They’re an interracial couple he’s Irish white and she’s a very dark-skinned Ethiopian woman he met while travelling in Europe after college. They’ve been married almost twenty years and have been sexually liberated for as long as I’ve known them.
Their daughter Charmagne was away visiting David’s mother in Chicago, so David and Zoe decided to celebrate his fortieth birthday early with an intimate little party for three: the two of them and me. I was included in their plans because David and Zoe wanted to have their fun in the company of someone they felt comfortable with, and I’m one of David’s closest friends–and certainly the only man he knows with a taste for erotic adventure to match theirs.
When we began to discuss the party the two of them didn’t really know what they had in mind, but it was eventually decided that David would watch Zoe and I have sex. David really got into the little game we were playing, deciding that he would watch from the top of the stairs while Zoe and I fucked on the pull-out sofa bed in their living room.
I was excited not only because I’d be helping two good friends celebrate a special day, but also because I’d never been with a black woman before and was always very attracted to Zoe.
As the day came closer, I realized that I couldn’t wait to fuck Zoe, even though she was my good friend’s wife. Or maybe I couldn’t wait to fuck her because she was my friend’s wife. In the back of my dark little fantasy I started thinking that Zoe had come up with the idea for this party because she had wanted to fuck me too. Whatever the case, I started getting an incredible thrill when I thought about sinking my cock between Zoe’s legs, imagining the contrast between my pale white body and the soft pink center capped off with dark, almost purple pussy lips.
When the big night finally arrived, the three of us settled in for a few drinks, ate a nice dinner then hightailed it to the bedroom! Zoe and I were both understandably nervous but equally anxious to get going. Zoe asked what I wanted her to do and without a word I lay her back on the edge of the sofa-bed, took a handful of her braids and held her still while I rubbed my cock around her face, letting it come to rest on her thick, deeply painted lips. Zoe closed her eyes and her bright pink tongue came out to massage my cockhead. Peeling back my foreskin to expose the head fully, she lapped around and around the rim, stopping only to drag her tongue along the underside near my balls and work her way back up. She put her thick warm lips around the sensitive glans and sucked softly before devouring my cockhead again.
Even though I was totally enjoying getting head from that beautiful black woman, I looked up quickly to see how David was enjoying the show. I almost didn’t see him there, playing his role of voyeur to the hilt, but I finally caught sight of him standing in the doorway to his bedroom, peering around the edge, his bathrobe obviously open, his hand moving slowly up and down on his cock.
Zoe got up on her elbows and rolled me over on the convertible. She stood up and bent at the waist, leaned down and took my penis back into her mouth, shaking her full, round ass slowly back and forth in David’s direction. Bobbing down on my cock, I could feel her stiff nipples brush against my thighs when she took my prick as far into her mouth as she could manage. When my cock popped out of her mouth she jerked the staff in her smooth palm, making it shine in the pale light of the living room.
Zoe took my dick out of her mouth one final time before reaching over to the nightstand and pulling a condom from the drawer. She split the plastic wrapper with her teeth, ripped it open and rested the cold rubber ring on my cockhead. Returning her mouth to my prick, she slowly unrolled the condom at the same time she engulfed my shaft. After it was completely covering my prick, Zoe slid up my chest, gave me a deep kiss and reached back to place my rod between her thighs.
I was so turned on to be finally fucking a woman I’d wanted for so long and knowing that her husband, my best friend, was getting his rocks off watching us that I couldn’t just stay in the passive role Zoe seemed to have planned for me. Taking hold of her waist, I thrust into her three or four times fast and hard before flipping her over and pinning her to the mattress, arms above her head. I pushed forward and filled her completely.
The whole time Zoe and I were having sex, she whispered in my ear, telling me how David was enjoying the show. “David’s got his cock in his hand and he’s jerking off,” she would say. “He loves the way you’re fucking me, and so do I.” That one really caught me off guard. I had gotten so wrapped up in feeling Zoe’s soft skin against mine, taking in the smells and tastes of this new woman that I’d almost totally forgotten that we were performing for David.
Zoe put her tongue in my ear and gave my earlobe a little lick before she said, “David just came in his hands, but he’s still watching us.” She gave my earlobe a bite. “Let’s make this good for him, baby. Fuck me real hard, Mark. I want to make you come, too.”
If she was ready for me to come I knew how I wanted to do it, especially if this was going to be the only time I’d have Zoe the way I’d always wanted her. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat Zoe down across my lap, her smooth, hard butt sliding back and forth over my thighs as I started fucking her. Sitting up straight like that, I could drive myself as deeply as I could into her beautiful black body. I could also look David right in the eye while I did.
As my orgasm approached, I got more and more vocal about the reason we were all there. “You like this, buddy?” I called to my friend. “You like how I’m fucking this thing?” I stuck a finger in Zoe’s asshole. “I’m fucking her good for you, huh pal? You tell him how good this feels for you, Zoe. Tell him. . . .”
“Yeah baby,” she offered between breaths. “He’s fucking me good. He’s making me come. He’s making me come for you.” David leaned back on the stairway, his cock getting hard again. I bounced Zoe off my lap a few more quick times before I let out a groan and pulled her close, the delightful tingling of my orgasm working its way up my calves and thighs as I started to shoot my come into the condom.
I grabbed the bottom of the bag and pulled my cock out of Zoe, then dropped the rubber on the floor. Noticing David sitting on the stairs working his cock in and out of his palm, I wrapped a leg over Zoe’s lap before giving her a lingering kiss on the cheek and a slight nudge on the back. “Thanks for this, honey. It’s been a fantasy come true for me too.” She looked me in the eye, noticeably surprised by this show of emotion in what was admittedly a pretty strange situation. “Now go take care of David for us. The two of you should be together now.”
The last thing I saw that night as I started getting dressed and ready to let myself out of their apartment was the sight of Zoe’s perfect round black ass shimmying back and forth as she stood over David’s parted thighs and swallowed his cock down, just like she’d been doing to mine not long before. I realized then why my best friend wanted to watch his wife fuck me. It was a beautiful sight.–M.G., Decatur, Illinois
For the past couple of years I’ve set up a monthly party where I rent a motel room and get some food and some smoke and some friends to enjoy my wife I’ll call her Candy . Candy’s a tiny little thing, about five foot two, with long kinky hair, a small waist, a big butt and big tits for a girl her size. Her hair’s not the only thing about her that’s kinky. She likes sex with multiple partners and has a real thing for white guys, even though we’re both African-American. Candy especially enjoys putting on a show for me, knowing how much I like to see her fucked and take loads of white-boy come all over her body.
Last month was one of the best parties yet. Candy tries to make each one a little bit different, and that time she decided to make it a marathon. That sounded like a fine idea to me, because it meant that instead of fucking all the guys at once like she usually does, she was going to fuck them one at a time for as long as everyone on line could keep going. That way she’d come as many times as possible and I’d get to see a nice long show.
One of the guys I’d wanted to bang my wife punked out on me at the last minute, so it turned out she’d only be fucking three men: one was William, whom I met through an ad in a swingers magazine. The next guy was Robert, whom I’ve known from my job as a supervisor for a large national food-distribution chain for ten years and have swung with a few times in the past. And finally I brought along my friend Ty. I grew up with Ty in California and he dated Candy for a short while before I met her. Candy and Ty’s relationship is too involved to describe here except to say that he’s the only man besides me that I let fuck her on a regular basis. The whole party went on for longer than even I thought it would, so I’ll just tell you about each guy’s best round of fucking my wife.
Candy was pretty horny for the night to start, and after telling the guys what she wanted to happen she decided to take on Robert first. Robert has a lot of staying power, although he’s not too fast on the rebound, if you know what I mean. But there’s one thing about Robert: he loves to eat pussy and always makes sure that when he’s with a woman she comes a few times before he puts his cock to her.
Candy came out of the bathroom in a short terrycloth bathrobe that Robert opened up while he slowly sat her down on a chair. He spread her legs and kissed her pussy with his mouth wide-open, covering her little pink gash with his lips and driving his tongue in. Holding her lips apart with long, bony thumbs, Robert dove right into her pink slit, lapping the edge of each lip up and down before zeroing in on her clit for a few strokes and starting the whole thing over again. Candy grabbed a handful of his hair and got into it right away, sliding his face back and forth all over her cunt and making sure he didn’t miss a spot.
Robert had Candy coming in just a few minutes, a sign that she was really turned on and he had a good tongue on him. She moved a hand across her tits and started brushing her fingers across her nipples, making them stiff and hard and long. Throwing her head over the back of the chair, she bucked against Robert’s face and started whimpering, “That’s it! Right there! Yes!” And I knew what that meant! When my baby started to get off, she wrapped her legs around Robert’s neck and dug her heels into his back, pinning his face to that heavenly spot between her light-brown thighs.
All of a sudden she wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him over to the bed so they could get down to it. Candy lay on her back and grabbed herself a handful of Robert’s long white cock, put the head at her lips and let him take it from there. Robert started fucking her slow before hitting his stride and just plowing her hard and deep and steady. He reached down and started working her clit again with his thumb, helping her come again while he was inside her.
He went on like that for close to twenty minutes before Candy practically begged him to shoot his first load. Robert pulled his cock out and gave himself five or six quick tugs. With a loud grunt he laid in a big puddle of cream on the middle of my wife’s thick, nappy pubic bush.
By the time she was done coming with Robert, Candy was ready to get down with William. She called him over to the bed where he lay next to her, waiting for her to make her move. She rolled over on top of him and placed her legs across his hips and reached down between her thighs. Grabbing hold of that pale shaft, she started rubbing his cockhead on her clit, popping the head inside every couple of strokes and then pulling it out to frig it some more. Candy was already wet from being eaten and fucked, so every time she took him inside, he entered her smooth and fast.
Finally ready to get herself fucked right, Candy stuck him in and started to ride him. She leaned down and pressed herself tight against William’s chest, burying her face into the crook of his neck and pressing her titties against him as she bucked up and down. He took hold of her hips and started to slam her onto his prick, the wetness of her cunt sending sharp smacking sounds throughout the room, mixing with her moans and the heavy breathing coming from the other men who were watching her and waiting their turns to have her.
It’s a beautiful sight when the woman you love is getting fucked by another man, and watching what her body was going through from such a close distance was making me horny as hell. From my seat across the room I could see her asshole pucker every time he sunk it in and tighten up when he pulled himself out again. It took a lot of control on my part, but I had to hold back and let the party go on the way it was planned. What I really wanted to do was go over and stick my own cock in that dark black hole, but I resisted the temptation. I took a hit off a blunt I was smoking and sat back to enjoy the show.
William was really into performing for us too, and started in with a lot of dirty talking, telling Candy what he liked and saying exactly what it was he wanted to do with her for the next couple of hours. Candy was getting pretty excited by all the filthy ways he was describing how it felt to have his pink tool inside such a warm, wet black cunt too, and she started getting in on the fun. When Candy started hissing and told him to fuck her like a dirty black bitch, I thought me, Robert and Ty were all going to lose it.
When he was just about to get himself off, William rolled Candy over and started sticking her so hard and so fast that I thought he’d just about put her through the bed. He knew that I wanted to see what he had to give her, so just before he got ready to come he whipped his cock out of her, rubbed the head a few times and blew a string of cream onto Candy’s belly. She reached down and ran her fingers through it before bringing it up to her tongue for a little taste, then pulled William close and gave him a kiss so he could get a taste of it too. They passed the clot of come between each other before Candy swallowed it down and got ready for Ty.
After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Candy sat up on the bed and called Ty over for his turn. He was the wildest of the bunch. He’s got a serious thing about fucking a girl from behind, because without saying a word he put Candy flat on her stomach, pulled her legs apart like a fucking wishbone and never looked back. He started giving her a nice long rimjob, which I know from my own experience that she really loves. He split her round ass and licked her crack up and down, only stopping to tell her to relax so he could shove his tongue further up her hole. As if that weren’t enough, he dipped a few fingers into Candy’s pussy so he was finger-fucking her and butt-fucking her with his tongue at the same time.
Candy had lifted her ass up off the bed so he could lick her better, and she started playing with her clit while he did. Every few minutes she’d have what sounded like one orgasm after another. By the time Ty was through eating her asshole and had finally started to fuck her, Candy had the pillow over her head and was just moving from side to side, squealing and lifting her ass higher to get him in deeper. She must have come four or fives times herself during their long, hot session.
That motherfucker managed to stay hard longer than anyone else there. He was banging away at Candy for a long-ass time. Every once in a while he’d pull his ivory cock out, slick and shiny with my wife’s cunt juice, and give her a little whap on the ass with it. Then she’d let out a moan and tell him to stick his rod back inside her again. When he’d get that white log back into her pussy she’d squeal like a schoolgirl at recess.
Like I said up top, Ty and Candy have known each other for a long time and are kind of what people call fuck-buddies. If I remember correctly, Candy told me once that it was Ty who helped her get her taste for white cock. Over the years he’s stayed close friends with her, which is why I don’t mind him getting a steady piece of her when we have these get-togethers. He’s a good guy and always makes sure that Candy has a good time when it’s playtime.
After eating her ass, Ty wanted to get a good face-fucking. Ty knows from dating her that Candy is an incredible cocksucker, and he took full advantage of her skills. He sat on the bed over a couple of pillows he’d placed on the floor. Candy knelt in front of his dick and took it into her hand, rolling it between her fingers before bringing it up to her lips and giving it a little kiss. Ty threw his legs over her shoulders and brought her head in close so she’d be taking him as deep as possible.
She had no problem getting Ty’s whole, impressive cock into her mouth. She would take him all the way in and whenever she brought him out to take a breath would use both her hands to make sure his cock was being taken care of right. She’d jerk him off a bit so he wouldn’t come but could stay hard before putting his prick back in her mouth and taking him deep again. Finally it got to be too much and Ty told her he wanted to come. When he was just at the edge, she pulled him out and pointed his prick at her wide-open mouth. She jerked and jerked until he ejaculated, landing a bright white dribble of sperm in the middle of her tongue. She swallowed it right down.
By the end of the night, everyone had fucked her, fingered her or eaten her at least twice some of the guys had more staying power than others and my baby was covered in sweat and come. Her hair was a mess and the whole room smelled like pussy. The party we had that night was one of the best and it went on for about five hours before I decided to call it quits and have her all to myself. Sinking my cock into Candy’s pussy, warm and wet from her three white lovers, was one of the best fucks that I ever had. It’s hard to imagine that the next party will be better than that one, but I can’t wait anyway!–D.D., Detroit, Michigan
I particularly enjoy reading letters about husbands watching their wives have sex with another man. A strange idea to many, but to me being able to watch your conservative professional wife let herself go with another man is wildly exciting and incredibly sexual.
Greta and I have been married for almost eight years, and had dated for a number of years before that. She’s five feet one, a beautiful blue-eyed strawberry blonde with nice B-cup breasts. One day, before we were married, we exchanged sexual fantasies, and I told her that one of mine was to participate in a menage trois with her and another man–in other words, to have two men driving her wild with passion. She listened to all my wild ideas for fun, but said that she would never go for that threesome idea. She repeated this several times over the years, whenever I alluded to the idea.
The closest we got was during our honeymoon. We rented a boat with another honeymoon couple and went around to the other side of the bay, where we were secluded. We all went skinny-dipping, and my heart raced as we shed our bathing suits in the warm Caribbean water.
I had playfully tossed my trunks and Greta’s bikini up onto the beach, so the only way to get them would be for us to get out of the water in plain view of our friends. I had such a hard-on when, after the two of us did a fair amount of nude splashing and frolicking in the water, she got out, completely naked and proudly exposed for all to see.
Alas, she quickly put her suit on, and that was the end of that. Still, I knew now that she was capable of going at least as far as being naked in the presence of another man while we kissed and fondled in the water, and even of exposing herself fully in his presence.
Still, I had more or less given up any hope for my fantasy until one fateful day when, after a night on the town, we brought some friends back to the house. We all had a number of drinks under our belt, and by the end of the evening were feeling pretty “up.” After our guests left, we found ourselves talking in the same flirtatious way we did back when we first dated, at university.
At the time, Greta–who works in the finance department of a midsize company–had been getting chummy with an accounting consultant who was helping her company with a tax audit. Rich was about the same age and background as Greta, and they often went out for lunch together. That wasn’t so unusual, as they were working closely during this project. But every day Greta would come home with a sparkle in her eyes and tell me some story Rich had told her. She seemed kind of smitten, and it seemed he was kind of taken with her too. This intrigued me.
We had always agreed that it was only natural to find ourselves attracted to other people, so, knowing this, and knowing about my fantasy, Greta didn’t feel like she had to cover up her attraction to Rich. So as we sat at the countertop in the kitchen that night, pouring still more drinks, I steered the conversation in his direction.
She described Rich as “attractive,” with wavy black hair. She smirked at my obvious interest in her attraction. “He works out, you know,” she said.
“Oh yeah?” I said.
“Yeah,” she said with a smile and a giggle. “One time when we were working at my computer, my hand brushed against his arm and I felt his muscles. It sort of made me tingle inside.”
I was getting a tingle myself. “Hmm, interesting,” I said with a smirk. “Maybe you should have dinner with him.”
But her typical shyness couldn’t bring her to make that sort of move. I asked if she ever thought of Rich in a sexual way, and she just gave me a knowing “Oh, I’ve been caught” smile. Her eyes told all. She also told me that she had fantasized about a clerk at a record store who was in a band. She said she’d fantasized about having sex with the clerk right there on the counter of the record store.
Most interesting! I thought. This was a very enlightening evening. We went to bed that night and had great sex. I sensed that she was thinking of Rich, and teased her about it.
One day, during a long drive to visit relatives, the subject came up again. I asked Greta if she would ever want to have sex with Rich. She just smiled another of those knowing smiles and then, after a pause, said, “Oh honey, I only want to have sex with you.”
Time went by, and Rich finished his consulting contract with Greta’s company. After that they spoke occasionally on the phone, and met once in a while for lunch. One time over lunch he told her that his marriage was not working. Unhappily, he was getting a divorce. Later he called to say that he was moving, going to work for a small company about forty minutes outside of town. She was disappointed that she wouldn’t see much more of him, and I was bummed thinking a chance had passed us by.
But I got an idea. I figured, what the hell, I’ve got to set this up! I tracked Rich through the company he used to work for and gave him a call. I was diplomatic yet clear. I explained who I was and told him that Greta had quite a crush on him, which was okay with me. In fact, it kind of gave me a kick. I told him that she missed him but was too shy and too married to act on her feelings. He wondered where I was going with this, but I could tell that he was beginning to get what I was proposing. He said he definitely liked Greta–she was attractive and fun to be with.
So we set it up, and on the arranged night, Greta and I went to a local dance bar that is also a bit of a meat market. I asked her if she would dress really sexy for me, something I know she feels funny doing. But that night she wore a black quarter-cup bra, the kind that just supports under the breast and leaves the rest exposed, and thong panties with black thigh-high stockings, a black leather miniskirt and a shiny red silk shirt. With her makeup and hair all done for a night of fun, she looked hotter than ever, yet still tasteful. Thanks to the fabric of the shirt, you could see clearly that her nipples were hard.
I dropped her off in front of the bar while I parked the car. I told her I would meet her inside, warning that it might take me awhile to find a spot. In fact I quickly found one close by, and then went for a stroll. After about forty minutes I decided to head for the bar. By this time there was a line at the door, and it took me another ten or fifteen minutes to get in.
I went upstairs looking for Greta, and saw her on the dance floor with Rich. Surprise, surprise!
I ordered a gin and tonic and just watched across the floor as the two of them slow-danced, unaware that I was there. They seemed quite comfortable, and very intimate. He had his arms around her, with one hand on the small of her back and the other teasingly close to the curve at the top of her butt. She had her eyes closed.
I felt my cock starting to stiffen.
After the song was over they returned to the bar and looked around for me. I made my way over, and as Greta sipped her drink, our eyes met. She perked up and waved me over.
“Honey, guess who I just bumped into,” she said with a big smile, making no comment on how long it had taken me to park the car. “This is Rich!”
“Not the Rich?” I said, feigning surprise. While I was “parking the car,” he had bought her a few drinks and danced with her. The three of us chatted, and Rich and I took turns dancing with Greta, but mostly Rich and Greta danced. As we chatted, I again saw that sparkle in her eyes that told me how she felt. At one point she glanced at me while I smirked at her, and she looked back at me with that smile and raised her eyebrows as if to say, “What?” She knew I was finding this chance encounter very stimulating.
Rich was great. He is actually a pretty cool guy, and I liked him immediately. In this casual setting he was full of compliments on how great Greta looked. The compliments were having the desired effect. During one dance she confessed to me that she was getting “all hot and bothered” having two handsome men paying all this attention to her. The universe was unfolding the way it should, I thought.
After a few hours I suggested we head home. The drive from the bar to our house was twenty minutes, and Rich faced a forty-minute drive beyond that to get home. So I invited him to break up his long drive by stopping for a drink at our place, since it was on his way anyway. Greta chirped in that this was a great idea. I wasn’t surprised when he accepted the offer.
On the drive home, Greta’s spirits were soaring and she was unusually frisky. As I drove, I put my hand on her thigh and caressed her leg. I moved my hand up her thigh to where her stockings ended and the skin was exposed. She chatted away about the evening as I stroked her bare skin.
She parted her legs slightly, and I continued up to where the thong panties covered her sex. She was steamy and moist, and I caressed her. She wasn’t talking now. Her head was tilted back on the headrest, and she moaned, “Mmm,” as she moved her hips up and down. She reclined the car seat and moaned loader. I moved the thong to the side and rubbed my fingers up and down the slick lips of her vagina, up to her clitoris.
“Oh honey,” she said. “Yes, mmm!”
I kept bringing her close to orgasm, then backing off. She got impatient with me. The next thing we knew, we were home. I congratulated myself on timing it perfectly. She had yet to come but was really horny now.
Rich pulled up in the driveway beside us, and we went inside. I poured more drinks, and Greta put on some music. It was a highly sexual mood as we drank and talked and flirted. Greta and I teased Rich about being a single guy again and not having a regular woman to have sex with.
“I know, I know, it’s rough,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny.”
To which Greta replied, “I’m feeling kind of horny myself.” We laughed, and I said maybe we could kill two birds with one stone. Greta looked at me and said, “Hmm.” Her nipples were again clearly hard as the shiny silk shirt rubbed across her “uncovered” breasts.
After some more drinks and a lot of flirting, I said that we were out of tonic and I was going to walk to the corner store and pick some up. I winked at Rich, who smiled and winked back. As I left I said, “You two aren’t going to start making out until I get back, right?” They both laughed and assured me they would try not to. The mood was set.
I walked around to the back of the house to look through the window. Greta and Rich were sitting on the sofa talking and laughing. She got up to fix another drink, and he followed her to the kitchen. I moved to the kitchen window. He was standing next to her, and they were talking seriously. She gazed in his eyes, and he bent down to kiss her on the lips.
She closed her eyes and kissed him back. He put one hand on her back while with the other he caressed the side of her waist. Her hand dropped to his hips and then to his butt. She caressed his butt through his jeans, and his hand moved to her left breast. He pressed his groin into her, and she pressed back. My cock was about to burst though my pants and my heart raced as I watched my “shy” wife in the throes of a passionate kiss.
They broke off the kissing, and Rich said something to Greta. They both laughed. She started to kiss him again, only this time after a few seconds she moved her hand around and placed it on the bulge in the front of his pants. She unzipped his fly and slipped her hand in his jeans and grabbed his cock. She stroked it as they kissed with their tongues. He was holding the side of her face with one hand and stroking her breast with the other.
Rich pulled back from the kiss and took Greta’s other hand, then led her back to the family room. He sat her on the sofa, knelt down in front of her and leaned up to kiss her face and fondle her tits. While he kissed her neck, his hand slid down to her hips, and then to her legs, running down the outside of the leg and back up the inside. The hand crept up her thighs along the path my hand had taken earlier in the car.
He touched her skin above the thigh-high stockings and bent down to kiss her on the soft inside of her upper legs. She had closed her eyes and was running her fingers through his wavy black hair. He kissed her through the thong and started to put his hands under her bum. She lifted her hips, and he pulled her thong down over her stockings.
He resumed kissing his way slowly up her thighs. I knew he had reached his destination when she opened her mouth in a silent moan and tilted her head back. She began to move her hips back and forth as he sucked and licked her lips and clitoris.
I felt it was time for my entrance, so I made my way back around to the front of the house and opened the door quietly. As I walked toward the family room, I heard moans coming from my wife: “Oh God, yes! Oh Rich, oh–”
“I think we should take this party upstairs,” I said with a smile. “Don’t you?”
At first Greta was startled at being “caught.” But once she took in what I had said, she looked at me sheepishly and said, “Definitely.”
Rich picked her up and carried her upstairs. He and I started to remove her clothes. I stood behind her and unbuttoned her shirt. With her panties already removed, all that was left was the leather skirt and the bra, which she unfastened herself, leaving her thigh-high stockings on.
Rich bent over to suck first one nipple and then the other. I knelt behind Greta and kissed her on the soft cheeks of her butt. As I did that, my hand crept though her legs and softly stroked her damp mound. She began to undo the belt and button on Rich’s jeans, and again reached in to pull out his cock.
He kissed her neck and chest, and then her shoulders. Once again she had her eyes closed and was moaning, caught up in the pleasure of having two sets of lips kissing her and two pairs of hands stroking her all over. She moved back toward the bed and lay back while Rich knelt again before her.
As he sucked on her sex, I removed my clothes, releasing my own straining cock from my pants. I moved across the bed and began to kiss my wife. I nibbled on her lips and moved to her slender neck, all the while caressing her beautiful tits, which heaved up and down with her heavy breathing.
She reached over and stroked my hard-on as I kissed her flushed body. “Oh God, Seth, this feels so-o-o good. I love you for this. Oh, yes!”
I kissed her on the lips. Our tongues lunged at each other, and the tempo increased. She began to quiver and cry out, “Oh God, I’m going to come, I’m going to come, he’s making me come!”
She really began to buck now. She stopped stroking my cock, and her hands grasped Rich’s head. Crying out “Oh God!” one last time, she came with more intensity then I had ever seen. Her flushed chest rose sharply, and she wrapped her legs around Rich’s neck and shoulders, arching her back. She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her. I loved her so much.
After Greta stopped writhing, she pulled Rich up to kiss him. He had a big smile. “God, that was great!” he said.
She pulled off his shirt, practically ripping off a few buttons. He removed his jeans and boxers. His cock was pointing straight up. She grabbed it. They moved up on the bed. She lay on her back and he towered over her, supporting himself on his forearms. She guided his cock toward her ready lower lips.
He teased her by going in only an inch or so, and she pleaded for him to “come in all the way.” She raised her stocking-clad legs and wrapped them around his waist, forcing him to plunge deep inside her.
My fantasy was being lived out right before me. I had waited for this moment for so long. I watched as Rich plunged in and out of my wife’s steamy honeypot. She was coming alive with raw sexual passion.
“Oh Rich, you feel so good!” she burbled. “Oh God!” She ground her hips up to meet his thrusts. She moved her hands from his waist and stretched them over her head, making her tits fuller and more inviting. I broke out of my daze and reached over to rub her clitoris as he continued to slide in and out of her vagina. He leaned down and sucked on one of her nipples, licking around it and down to the underside of her breast. I licked the other breast.
Rich slowed down and began to roll over, pulling my sweet wife up on top. She leaned back and started to move slowly up and down on his shaft. I got behind her and supported her balance. She leaned her head back on my shoulder, and we kissed while Rich reached up to stoke her firm tits. I looked down as we kissed, and saw her exquisite body poised on Rich. I was dazzled by the beauty of her breasts.
My cock was rubbing along Greta’s hip and back. She reached down to stroke me. Rich was rubbing her clitoris, and she began to gyrate her hips with more energy. She was lost in a sexual daze. Rich began to thrust harder as well, and she leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his upper chest and clutching his head with her arms.
“Ooh God, I’m coming!” he groaned.
“Yes!” she replied.
They ground their bodies together in a sweaty climax that was even better than the previous one. Rich looked wasted, but Greta began to kiss him eagerly. I stroked her back and kissed her back and bottom. She leaned up again and rested on my chest. I ran my hands over her breasts while she continued to grind her hips on Rich.
Greta turned a bit to the side to face me. She looked me in the eyes and said, “I love you.”
I kissed her back and thanked her for being the best wife in the world. She moved off Rich, and we continued to kiss. My hand found her sex, which was hot and gooey. I rubbed her clitoris.
She asked me to come inside her.
She lay on her side facing Rich, and I got behind her in “spoon” position. I entered her easily. It felt so good as I slid in. The images of her and Rich were fresh in my head, and as I pumped into her, I cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between my fingers. She pushed back at me, and Rich closed in for a kiss. As they kissed, I leaned back and watched, holding on to my wife’s hip with one hand and running my fingers along the back of her neck and through her hair with the other hand.
I delighted in feeling her sexy ass up against my lower abdomen. She was so smooth and wet, and I loved the feeling as I slid continuously into her, knowing that she had just had nasty sex with Rich. I was too excited to make it last, and soon felt that urgent shot of pleasure beginning around the crown of my cock and working its way to my balls. In no time I roared as my cock began to spasm, and I came inside my sexy wife, my come mixing with Rich’s.
We lay still for a while, with Rich and me stroking Greta and nibbling on her neck and nipples. Soon enough she began squirming from the attention. This time I traveled down her body to her sopping pleasure zone and began to lick and nibble on her thighs and inner groin. Then I went down on her, licking her musky sex pot and bringing the tip of my tongue to her clitoris.
My face was met with a sticky slickness that turned me on. Greta’s moans intensified, and her hips began a slow gyration, as Rich French-kissed her and stroked her ultrasensitive nipples at the same time. She was so wet, and so full of come, that she was more juicy than I had ever seen. It was strangely exciting to dig deep in her inner folds and smell and taste all of Rich’s and my jism.
I was loving the taste, and the rawness of the moment wasn’t lost on Greta either. She bucked and moaned louder and louder. Her arms were raised over her head, giving total access to both Rich and me as we continued to service her in ways she had never experienced. The combination of alcohol, sexual tension and loss of inhibition had pushed my darling wife into a new sexual zone.
Bucking and moaning, she arched her back and lifted her hips up and out as she thundered to her last orgasm of the evening. In the afterglow of our fantastic sex, Rich and I cuddled with her for a while, stroking her gently.
With all that Rich had drunk, there was no question of his driving home that night, so the three of us were free to drift into a peaceful sleep, a happy tangle of naked bodies. It was an exciting feeling to wake up in the middle of the night and know that my wife was lying there next to me, naked and draped over her naked lover.
The next morning Greta and Rich showered together and had sex once more. While they were upstairs I made a big breakfast to give them some time alone. After Rich left, Greta and I had a session of slow, sensuous sex. Again I went down on her, licking her slick lower lips to another orgasm.
Since then we often relive the event when we’re in bed. It has added electricity to our sex life, giving us back that edge you get when you’re first dating and get that first kiss. It is pure brash, potent sexuality, and I love my wife for it.–S.C., Sherbrooke, Quebec
Over the last two years my wife and I have been reading Penthouse Letters together, and we enjoy it very much. We both get really hot reading the letters about husbands letting their wives date and have sex with other men, especially those involving white housewives and black men.
Nikki and I have been married for ten years and have two children. I had a vasectomy a couple of years ago, and we both found that without the risk of pregnancy, some of the zip went out of our sex life. We still enjoyed sex with each other, but it wasn’t really the same. But the thought of Nikki having sex with other men, particularly black men, was a great turn-on for both of us.
Once we began to discuss this subject seriously, Nikki came up with a surprise. She said there were two guys where she worked who had been hitting on her. Their names were Burt and Eldon. She said they were both very black and very sexy, and it made her wet just thinking about fucking them. She said that after I had my vasectomy, she would even sometimes fantasize about them while we made love. The thought of having their potent sperm flooding her womb would get her off every time. The imagined risk of pregnancy increased the pleasure of the fantasy. She said the only reason she hadn’t accepted their advances was the fear that if she got pregnant by one of them, it might destroy our marriage.
After a lot of discussion, mostly in bed with my face between my wife’s legs, the decision was made. Nikki would start dating Burt and Eldon, and add more black lovers as time went along. Since the risk of pregnancy was such a big part of her arousal, she would sleep with them without using any birth control or protection of any kind. If she got pregnant, she would have the baby and we would raise it as if it were our own.
Nikki gave me a deep kiss as she left for work the morning after we made this decision, telling me she would call me if anything happened with Burt or Eldon. Shortly after lunch she did call, sounding very excited. She said she had met Eldon on the elevator, and he had asked her when she was going to break down and go out with him.
She totally surprised him when she said, “How about Friday night?”
Eldon thought she was kidding at first, but when he saw she was serious, he asked her why they had to wait till Friday night. Nikki then reached over and squeezed his cock as she said, “Since we don’t have to work the next day, we won’t have to worry about getting home early.”
Eldon’s cock got as hard as a rock in her hand, so she gave him an open-mouthed kiss and sucked on his tongue until the elevator stopped. On her way out of the elevator, she told him to pick her up Friday at seven o’clock.
After she told me this, Nikki said, “I’ll be home a little late tonight, honey. I want to stop and get some new clothes for Eldon to enjoy me in.”
I hung up the phone with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, and my cock as hard as it had ever been. I had to take it out and rub it until I came. This was really going to happen! My pretty blonde wife, five foot two and eyes of blue, the mother of our two beautiful children, was going to get naked and fuck a virile black stud who might end up getting her pregnant. What a rush!
All day Friday at work, a hundred scenarios of what would happen that night ran through my mind. All of them ended with Eldon’s massive black manhood blasting his load of love juice deep inside Nikki. And she would climax violently as she felt his hot semen shoot in her.
When I got home, Nikki was soaking in a perfumed tub, getting as clean as she could for Eldon. When she finished, she began to get dressed for her date.
First she put on a red garter belt and sheer stockings, which framed her neatly trimmed blonde bush. Over these she drew on a pair of thong panties. She said this was so Eldon could remove her panties and fuck her without having to take off the garter belt and stockings.
Next came a white lace bra, which just barely covered her beautiful size-C breasts, and a sheer white blouse, through which the bra was clearly visible. She finished the job off with a red miniskirt and red high-heeled pumps.
As I looked at her, my cock got hard again. But there was no time to fool around. She finished with her hair and makeup just as we heard the doorbell. Eldon was right on time.
She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and said I should wait up for her if I wanted sloppy seconds and was able to handle it. I told her to come home without cleaning up at all, as I wanted to smell, taste and enjoy her after her black lover had fucked her.
I went in the family room and watched through the crack in the door as Nikki let Eldon in. He was smiling from ear to ear as he took in the view of her sensuous body. He led her out of the house with a huge black hand on her ass.
When they were gone, I went to the window and watched as he opened the car door for her, then went around to his side and got in. I saw him put his hand between her legs. Then I saw her kissing him as they drove away.
Again I had that strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew that the next time I saw my wife, she would have Eldon’s sperm in her fertile womb. They might even conceive a baby that night. My cock was so hard, and I was so turned on, that this time I came in my pants without even touching my prick. I made myself some dinner and then settled down and tried to watch television, but my mind was on what Eldon was doing to my wife at each moment.
Time went by very slowly, until about three in the morning I finally heard the door open and close, and Nikki came in. She came over to me with a very large and satisfied smile on her face. Her hair was mussed, her makeup was smeared, her bra and panties were missing, and there was dried come on the inside of her leg. Her breath smelled like semen, and through the thin material of the blouse I could see hickeys all over her breasts.
I gave her a deep kiss, then went down between her legs. I ate her well-fucked pussy, savoring the taste of the man who had just fucked my wife silly. As I ate her pussy, she told me all about her evening.
She said they had gone out to dinner and then dancing, until about midnight. Then they went to Eldon’s place, where she took off her blouse and skirt while he got naked. He pulled off her bra and went to work on her breasts. He sucked them hard, nibbling her nipples and making her moan as he drew her over to the couch.
Once there, Eldon ripped off Nikki’s panties and put the head of his penis up against the entrance to her love tunnel. She said his penis was maybe one and a half times the size of mine, in both length and girth. It looked fantastic, she said, and it felt even better as it entered her pussy.
That huge rod went deeper than I ever could, and when he was all the way in, she was already on the verge of orgasm. He started to pump her very hard and fast, and in a couple of minutes he groaned and she felt his semen entering her. This pushed her over the edge to climax, an orgasm so intense that she almost passed out from the pleasure of it.
They just lay there in each other’s arms, his penis still inside her, until finally he went soft. Then she went down on him, sucking him until he got hard again. She said the taste of his semen on his black dick got her hot and ready for him. This time they fucked slowly for about forty-five minutes before Eldon stiffened and blasted another load in her.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke up about two in the morning. Eldon fucked her one last time, hard and fast, and blasted still another load inside her before they decided to call it a night. Her bra and panties were both torn, so she just put on her blouse and skirt, and he drove her home.
I was so excited from listening to Nikki’s story and from eating her come-filled pussy that I could hardly control myself, and we finished off the night with me having sloppy seconds. Bathing my cock in another man’s semen inside my wife’s vagina–well, it was an unbelievably fantastic sensation.
When I asked Nikki how she felt about her evening with Eldon, she said she had enjoyed it so much that she made another date with him, for the following Friday night. She asked if I was all right with this, and I told her to go for it, as I had never experienced such emotions. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and spent the weekend making love to each other like newlyweds.
Nikki’s night with Eldon put the zing back in our love life. But even though the sex we had was great, she couldn’t wait to get that big black prick of his back inside her.
On Tuesday evening, Nikki told me that Burt had approached her that day at the copying machine. It seemed that Eldon had been bragging to him about their evening together, and he wanted to know if she would be willing to date him as well. She agreed to go on a date with him Saturday night. So that weekend she spent Friday night with Eldon and Saturday night with Burt. Her night with Burt was every bit as exciting and fulfilling as her session with Eldon had been.
From then on, my wife would fuck Eldon every Friday night and Burt every Saturday while I stayed home with the kids. Each night when she came home from her date, I would bury my face between her legs and taste her lover’s semen, then enjoy sloppy seconds. The excitement of plunging my cock in my wife, knowing that some of her black lover’s sperm was still inside her, never failed to make me come within moments.
After one of these post-date sessions, I told Nikki that I would love to watch her and her lovers fucking. She said she would invite Burt over to the house one night after the kids were in bed. I could watch from the closet while she and Burt used our marital bed to fuck their brains out.
It was a Tuesday evening about ten when Burt came over. As soon as we heard the doorbell ring, I headed for the bedroom closet. My heart pounded as I listened to them talking in the living room. I heard Nikki offer Burt a drink before leading him to the bedroom. When they came into view, I got my first look at one of the studs who had been fucking my wife. He was about six feet tall and about two hundred pounds, with a very muscular torso.
They wasted no time in getting out of their clothes. In a minute Burt was completely naked and Nikki had on only her garter belt, stockings and pumps. Burt’s penis was way larger than mine, and he was uncut, adding to the excitement.
Watching from the closet, I tried not to breathe too loudly as Burt laid Nikki on the bed and climbed on top of her. She spread her legs and helped guide his huge prick to the entrance of her vagina. He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down her slit till he could get the head inside. Then he worked his manhood slowly back and forth until it was all the way in.
Now Burt started to piston in and out of Nikki, and soon she was groaning with passion. Their open mouths were fused together as they sucked on each other’s tongue. The contrast of Burt’s huge black body moving against that of my tiny white wife was an incredible turn-on. I was looking right at his pumping ass, thrusting cock and huge balls as he fucked my beautiful blonde wife so powerfully in our marital bed.
Burt was moving faster and faster, plunging deeper into my wife’s cunt, until finally he stiffened and blasted a load deep in Nikki. I saw the come coating his black cock as he continued to jab deep in her squirming pussy. She had a huge orgasm as she felt his jism coating the inside of her pussy.
Watching this, I came as well–all over the closet floor! But my orgasm barely diminished my excitement. I could hardly wait as Burt got dressed and left. When he was gone, I rushed out of the closet and buried my face in Nikki’s cunt, tasting the semen that could very well be getting her pregnant. Then we cuddled up and fell asleep.
For the next several months, in addition to continuing to go out with Eldon on Friday nights and Burt on Saturday nights, Nikki had one or the other of the guys come over a couple of nights a week and fuck her in our bed while I watched from the closet. I would shoot my come in a tissue as they blasted their virile sperm in her pussy. After they left, I would eat her out and have sloppy seconds.
As we expected, Nikki eventually got pregnant from her trysts with Burt and Eldon. We don’t know which of them is the father, and we don’t care. We now have a beautiful dark-skinned six-month-old baby boy, along with our two white children.
I often stay home and look after all our children while Nikki goes out with her new black stud boyfriend, Lester. Sometimes he comes over after the children are in bed, and I watch from my place in the closet as he fucks her furiously.
Oh yes, Eldon and Burt are still in the picture as well. Nikki does like variety, and as for me, I say the more the merrier!–P.F., Detroit, Michigan
My husband and I are deeply in love with each other, and I always believed we had a pretty good sex life. Then I stumbled across a collection of Penthouse Letters that Ken had obviously been trying to hide from me. Since I was alone, I started to go through them.
Looking at the dog-eared, crinkled pages, it was easy to see which letters he had been returning to over and over. I was surprised to see that they all centered around guys watching their wives make it with other guys, usually big black ones. Since Ken had never mentioned this kind of thing when we shared our sexual fantasies, I was more than a little surprised. Most of the fantasies we talked about concerned things like fucking in exotic places, or me doing really slutty things for him. The idea of sharing was something new, as was the idea of interracial sex.
I stewed about this discovery for a few days, trying to figure out what my reaction should be. As I said, Ken and I have a very loving, trusting relationship, and if he had come to me and asked if we could open our relationship to include other people, I was sure I would have been secure enough to at least be open to the idea.
I finally decided the best strategy was to confront him with what I had found. The next night, when we were calming down after some steamy sex, I asked Ken if I satisfied him. When he expressed surprise at the question, I told him I had found his little magazine stash, and from the look of it, it seemed obvious that he had fantasies about sharing me with other guys.
After stammering around for a second or two, he finally spit it out. “Look, baby, I love you more than anything, but you are such a hot number that yeah, I’ve been having thoughts about watching you with someone else. I think about seeing some other lucky guy’s big cock in that pretty, talented mouth of yours. I think that would be really hot.”
I thought about that for a minute, then said, “You mean you wouldn’t be jealous if I fucked and sucked some complete stranger? Or does this mean that you want to start fooling around with other girls?”
“No, no. Nothing like that. I have absolutely no desire to be with any woman other than you. I just think it would be so hot to watch you getting it on with some big stud, watching you swallow some big, strange cock. And I wouldn’t get jealous, because I know you love me too, and would never want to leave me.”
“But how would we find someone to do this with?” I asked. “Do you know someone? Or do you think it would be better if we didn’t know them?”
“It should definitely be a stranger,” he said. “If you’re game to try this, leave the details to me. I’ll figure out how to set it up and keep it safe, okay?”
By way of demonstrating my agreement, I simply leaned over and took his now-hard cock straight in my throat and sucked him until he let loose a blast of come. He had already come twice that night. Obviously our conversation had really gotten him excited.
Over the next few weeks, my mind kept wandering to thoughts of getting it on with some big stud. My sex sessions with Ken were explosive, and we were making it more often than when we were first married. We talked about what it would be like when it finally happened, but Ken kept deflecting my questions about the progress he was making in getting it set up.
Then one day when I came home from work, I found him waiting with flowers and a big grin. “Let’s take a trip down to Miami Beach for the weekend,” he suggested. “You’ve been working hard, and you deserve a break.” I knew that this was it, but Ken wouldn’t tell me any details, saying he wanted it all to be a surprise.
We talked about all kinds of things on the trip down, but he kept changing the subject every time I asked about what he had planned. When we checked in, we went right up to our room, where we found a bottle of champagne, with three glasses. I looked at Ken curiously, but he just smiled.
“Why don’t we take a shower after that long drive, dear?” he said. He undressed and headed for the bathroom, and I went along with him.
As soon as we got out of the shower, while I was toweling off, there was a knock at the door. Ken suggested that I answer it. I put on the hotel bathrobe and went to the door. When I opened it, I was treated to the sight of a very large black man completely filling the doorway.
He smiled and said, “Hi, I see you got the champagne I sent up. May I come in?”
I simply stood there with my mouth open for a moment, then moved aside as he entered and closed the door behind him. At that point Ken came out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe and a grin.
“Honey, this is Darryl,” he said. “We’ve been trading notes and phone calls over the past few weeks, and I think he’s just what we’ve been looking for. Let’s have some champagne, and a toast to good, hot, no-strings-attached sex.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Darryl said. I said I would too.
And we did. After we finished the bottle, Darryl said he would like to take a shower as well. As soon as he was in the bathroom, I flung my arms around Ken’s neck and kissed him.
“My God,” I said, “did you see how big he is? Did you see the size of the bulge in his pants? I can’t wait to see the real thing. Thank you so much, dear, for setting this up for me. I can’t believe how exciting it is. How will we begin?”
“Why don’t we let Darryl lead the way?” Ken said. “I’m pretty sure he’s done this sort of thing before.”
A few minutes later Darryl came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped round his waist. “Okay,” he said. “Time to get started, I guess.”
He led me over to the bed, had me sit down and untied my robe. Ken sat in a chair in the corner. Darryl leaned down and gave me a very tender, delicious kiss. Then he slowly pulled the robe down over my shoulders, kissing the flesh that was revealed. When he got to my breasts, he got down on his knees and began to massage, squeeze, kiss and nibble them.
My breasts are very sensitive, and this stimulation, added to the anticipation that had been building up for the past few weeks as I had dreamed of this, got me going in no time flat. For the first time in my life, I came without anybody or anything touching my pussy. As I felt my orgasm coming on, I locked eyes with Ken and saw him smile. All the time I was coming, I just looked at him and mouthed “I love you” over and over.
Of course Darryl didn’t stop there. He opened the robe all the way and laid me down gently on my back. He continued to kiss and lick his way down my body, his mouth following his searching hands. When he started to rub my pussy, it seemed to open in invitation. He parted my cunt lips gently and began to knead my womanhood. He once again had me in a state of the highest excitement.
He smiled before bending down farther and began to use his talented mouth on me. He licked me for several moments, then thrust his tongue in my sex and moved it back and forth as though it was a little dick. He licked my pussy lips again, then moved down to lick my anus, even pushing his tongue right in my asshole. It was magical! This guy really knew how to pleasure a woman.
I was completely immersed in the feelings that were coursing through me, and I lost all track of time as Darryl worked his magic on me. Eventually I couldn’t take any more, and I pulled him up so I could kiss him, tasting my strong flavor in his mouth and all over his face. “That was absolutely wonderful,” I panted.
I pulled him up on the bed until he was kneeling next to my head, then took a deep breath and slowly loosened the towel around his waist. As I pulled it aside, I was greeted by a simply magnificent penis. It was long, thick, perfectly proportioned and a deep chocolate brown. Even only semi-erect, it was longer than Ken’s beautiful dick.
My mouth opened instinctively, perhaps with awe or perhaps with hunger, or possibly both. I reached out and took his sizable balls in my hand. They felt as hard as tennis balls. Finally I guided his beauty toward my mouth, pointing it directly at the back of my throat. I kissed the head and licked all around it like I was eating a lollipop. I ran my tongue down it and back up, brushing it across the underside of the head, then down again until I got to his balls, which I sucked on gently, one at a time.
The next time I ran my tongue back up to the head, I opened my mouth and teasingly sucked it in, locking my lips around the ridge so just the head was in my mouth. I fluttered my tongue around it, then sucked it in and out a few times before taking more of his cock. All this time this magnificent piece of maleness continued to grow and grow. Finally it was hard enough that it stood out perpendicular from his body when I let it fall from my mouth.
Seeing it in all its glory was almost breathtaking. It was so long, thick and dark. I couldn’t help just staring at it for a few seconds before taking it back in my mouth. This time I made every attempt to take it in as deep as I could, but there was no way I could take it all the way. Darryl didn’t seem to mind, though. He just knelt there before me, moaning his encouragement.
When he started to thrust his hips slowly back and forth, I removed my hands from his dick and let him fuck my mouth. He never tried to force more on me than I could handle, but I could tell he was getting close to coming. His tempo picked up, and his moans became more like grunts.
There was no way I wanted to miss feeling this thing pulse out its offering to me, but I also wanted to give Ken a show. So I backed off a little bit, but kept licking the underside firmly, and I opened my mouth without losing contact with that big purple head. When I grabbed the end of Darryl’s cock near the glans, he let out a shout and started to come.
I backed away just enough so that Ken could see every spurt as Darryl shot his semen directly in my mouth, but not far enough so that I would miss any. After the first two or three bursts, I vacuumed that cock back in my mouth and sucked and swallowed until he was spent.
I licked him clean then, taking my time. I was fascinated by the fact that even as his tool deflated, it never got any smaller than when I had first seen it.
“May I return the compliment you paid me a few moments ago?” Darryl said as he sat back on the bed with a very satisfied look on his face. “That was absolutely wonderful!”
When I looked over at Ken, I saw that he had opened his robe and was slowly stroking the dick that I have loved and worshiped for the past five years. I got up on my knees at the edge of the bed and said, “Why don’t you bring that thing over here, darling, so I can pay it the attention it so richly deserves?”
Not surprisingly, Ken did exactly as I suggested. He walked over to me, took my head in both hands and thrust his throbbing cock directly in my mouth. I took him in until my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his balls were mashed against my chin. Of course his cock was nowhere near as big as Darryl’s, so I could deep-throat him with relative ease. He was so excited that he fucked in and out of my face for only about two minutes before he tensed and came.
As I had before, I pulled away slightly, this time so that Darryl could see it all. But he had other things on his mind. I was aware of him getting up on his knees behind me, and then I felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down my slit. Before Ken finished feeding me his tasty load of come, Darryl was pushing his monster in me. I let out a gasp, and whatever portion of Ken’s come I hadn’t swallowed ran out of my mouth as I felt that huge prong hit depths that had never been reached before.
Ken was so excited that his cock never went soft. He just started to thrust in and out of my mouth again as Darryl pumped me with a steady rhythm. For the first time in my life I was having sex with two men at the same time. The feeling of pure raw animal lust was incredibly overpowering.
The guys soon fell into a contrapuntal rhythm as they fucked my body, one pushing in as the other pulled out. I felt like a receptacle for their pleasure, but at that moment I wanted more than anything in the world to be exactly that, because their pleasure was my pleasure too. I was soon coming almost continuously, and I had no desire to stop.
I have no idea how long they kept it up. All I know is that both my mind and my body were overwhelmed by the orgasms I was having. It went on and on, as both guys kept humping me. Finally I felt Ken’s cock twitching uncontrollably, ready to come again. At the same time Darryl groaned and clutched me tighter as he thrust all the way in me, which only intensified my already unbelievable orgasm. When Ken started coming, I couldn’t swallow it because I was screaming with sheer pleasure. His spunk simply overflowed around his cock and spilled out of my lips.
As both guys finished coming, they slowly pulled out, and as they backed away from me, I fell on my back, still shaking with climax, and passed out from sheer exhaustion. When I came to, I was greeted by the sight of Ken and Darryl sitting around a food cart that had been sent up by room service.
“Welcome back, honey,” Ken said. “I would say that I hope you enjoyed yourself, but I know you did. By the way, you should have seen the room service guy’s face when he saw you lying there with come running out of your pussy and mouth. You had such a look of satisfaction on your face that we couldn’t resist, so we invited him to come back up here when his shift ends.”
I just smiled happily.–E.S., Savannah, Georgia
My wife Erin is thirty years old, a five-foot-seven-inch blonde bombshell with a gorgeous shape. Our sex life is wonderful and we make love very frequently.
One Saturday evening we were preparing to go out for an evening of dancing. I was finishing up some yard work while Erin got ready. When I was done I went into the house and went to the bathroom to wash up. To my surprise, Erin was still in the shower, and when I opened the shower curtain I saw that she was shaving her pussy. The sight of her running that razor around her sensual pussy lips gave me an instant hard-on. When Erin noticed my cock stiffening she just smiled and said, “Would you like to help me?”
I couldn’t get into that shower fast enough. Erin was just about finished, and I proceeded to run my fingers all around her now smooth pussy. What a feeling! Her juices started running almost immediately, and a slight moan escaped her lips as I worked my fingers in and out of her hot box. With my heart pounding and my cock twitching, I had her on the verge of coming. I pushed her up against the shower wall and slid my pulsing cock inside her with one smooth motion. We fucked like savages until we both came.
When we arrived at the dance club the place was hopping. We found a table and started drinking and dancing. As the night wore on I noticed a young black stud eying my sexy wife. I told her that she had an admirer and pointed him out to her. Erin looked at him and winked. Soon he came over to us and introduced himself as Rob. He then asked Erin if she would dance with him. Erin looked at me, and I told her if she wanted to it was fine with me. I ordered another drink and watched them dance.
I saw Rob talking to her, and Erin later told me that he said he’d been watching her since she’d arrived, and thought she was a gorgeous woman. As they continued to dance they got closer and closer until Rob was grinding his very large erection into Erin’s stomach. Erin didn’t seem to mind this at all.
After several of these sensual dances, Erin returned to our table. Her face was flushed and sweating. She told me that Rob was a really great guy, and also that he was making her hot, whispering in her ear and rubbing that huge cock against her body. Her panties were soaked and she was horny as hell.
Then she said that Rob had asked her if she would be interested in leaving the club and going somewhere else to continue partying. She had told him she would have to talk to me first.
At first I was taken aback by this turn of events, but as I thought more about it my cock started to grow in my pants. I told Erin it was cool with me, but only if I was included. “Of course,” Erin said. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She then gave me a kiss and said she was going to the ladies’ room and would be right back. When she returned, she brought Rob with her and introduced us. When Rob wasn’t looking, she surreptitiously handed me her panties, which she had taken off in the bathroom. I could feel how wet they were as I slipped them into my pocket, and my cock twitched again.
The three of us left and got into our car. Erin sat next to me as I drove, and Rob sat on her other side. I saw Erin’s skirt riding high on her sensuous legs, and all I could think about was that I had her panties in my pocket. Then Erin really surprised me. Saying that she wanted to get her two studs ready for the party, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. It was already hard, and she stroked it up and down a few times.
“Hey, what about me?” Rob said. Erin told him not to be so impatient, that his turn was coming. She then reached over and unzipped his pants.
Erin told Rob that his cock felt huge, and when she finally got it out she gasped, “Oh my God, Jim, look at this cock!” I looked over, and when I saw the size of Rob’s cock I knew what she was talking about. The thing had to be eleven inches long, and as thick as my wrist. Erin told Rob his cock was beautiful and that she had never seen, let alone fucked, a cock like that. I have a pretty nice-size dick myself, about eight and a half inches, but it wasn’t nearly as thick as Rob’s. Suddenly I couldn’t wait to see my sexy wife fucking this black stud.
Erin slowly started rubbing Rob’s shaft, paying special attention to the big black plum on top. Then she told him she just had to suck on it, and bent down to his lap. She tried to take it into her mouth, but she could only get the head in because of its massive girth.
Erin proceeded to lick up and down Rob’s shaft and play with his balls while she stroked my cock at the same time. Rob wanted to feel Erin’s pussy, so he reached under her skirt and ran his fingers around her dripping folds. As we pulled into our driveway Erin was still stroking my cock and licking Rob’s as he fingered her pussy. As I shut off the engine I could hear Rob breathing hard, as if he was close to coming. But Erin stopped what she was doing and said, “Let’s continue our party inside, where it’s more comfortable.”
When we got inside I turned on some music and told Rob to make himself comfortable while I got some beers. While I was in the kitchen Erin came in and started kissing me with so much passion I wanted to fuck her right there. She thanked me for going along with this, and I just said that I loved her very much and wanted her to have a wonderful night.
When we returned to the living room we saw that Rob had his cock out and was stroking it up and down. Erin practically fell down trying to get on her knees in front of him so she could suck him some more.
I handed Rob a beer, and he and I drank from our bottles while we watched Erin suck that massive cock. When we finished the beers I took my clothes off, and removed Erin’s as she continued to suck. Rob reached down to rub Erin’s tits and play with her nipples. I started fingering her cunt from behind while I watched her trying her best to swallow that huge black cock. I never thought watching my wife suck another man’s cock would have such an effect on me, but it was driving me wild with desire. Erin’s pussy was dripping juices down her thighs, and soon she was begging Rob to let her fuck his giant dick.
Rob’s face showed that he was more than ready to quench her fire. He lay back on the couch and my lovely wife got up and straddled his erection. As she lowered her pussy to his thick shaft it was obvious that that black snake was not going to fit into her without some help. Erin now pleaded with me to fuck her in order to loosen up her pussy for Rob’s monster. Immediately I mounted my wife doggie-style and slid my cock inside her with one smooth motion. We were both so horny that we fucked each other like animals, me pumping in and out of her as fast and hard as I could, and she meeting my every thrust, moaning loudly. In just a brief time I yelled that I was coming, and Erin pleaded for me to shoot my load deep inside her, until with one final thrust I shot stream after stream of thick come into her pussy.
After I pulled out of Erin’s box, she licked my cock clean of our mingled juices. A minute later she was once again lowering herself onto Rob’s cock. With her pussy dripping with our juices, she was now able to get that huge cockhead inside her, and when she did so she instantly had her first orgasm.
Slowly, as her cunt adjusted itself to his size, she managed to take in more and more of his shaft. Rob’s eyes started to roll back as his cock disappeared inside Erin’s tight pussy. Once she had completely impaled herself on his rod, she started to rock back and forth and pump up and down until they were both moaning with ecstasy. Soon she was begging Rob to fuck her hard and fast and make her come again.
Rob heaved himself up off the couch with Erin still impaled on his cock, then pulled her off and put her down on all fours. He shoved his cock into her from behind with such strength that it made her cry out with joyful shock. She then screamed that she wanted my cock in her mouth while Rob reamed her pussy. So, like the good husband I am, I slid my pole down her throat. Rob’s thrusting made Erin’s lips move up and down over my cock with such force that it was only a minute before I coated the inside of her mouth with more thick come.
As my now spent cock slid from Erin’s lips, Rob again picked her up and rolled her onto her back. Sliding back in, he continued to pound into her long and hard. Panting and sweating and yelling for Rob to fuck her little pussy, Erin came wildly again.
Rob was grunting loudly now, and his breath came like a bellows as he clutched at Erin’s ass, whipping his huge dick in and out of her so fast that his hips were almost a blur. Finally, with a roar of triumph, he pulled his cock out of her and shot stream after stream of milky-white come onto my wife’s body, most of it splashing onto her tits, though one jet landed on her mouth. Moaning happily, Erin stuck out her tongue and licked the semen from her lips.
Rob stayed the night with us, and it was the first of many. But that’s another story.–J.B., Taos, New Mexico
I am marred to a fox. Meg is one hot-looking gal. She is forty years old but looks twenty-five, a brunette with great legs, a super ass and a firm set of 38D tits.
We watch X-rated tapes and read Penthouse Letters to each other, and for some time I’d been trying to get Meg to have a threesome with my friend Clem. Clem is a thirty-five-year-old black guy who is six feet tall and really hung, as I knew from showering with him at the health club. Meg never actually said she would do it, but she never said she wouldn’t either, and I was pretty sure she was intrigued by the idea.
Finally one day after a party, I asked Clem to follow us home. Meg was feeling no pain, and it wasn’t long before she was flaunting her hot body at both of us. After some persuading I got Meg to take her top off and show Clem her firm and luscious tits. Her dark nipples were hard, and I knew this was the time I’d been waiting for.
Clem stood up and started to undress, and so did I. Meg slid her skirt and panties down to show her shaven cunt. Then Clem dropped his shorts to reveal his semi-hard cock, which was already over eleven inches and growing by the second.
Meg looked at me and said, “Wow, I guess I’m just a cock-hungry slut.” And with that she dropped to her knees to lick Clem’s gigantic black dick. I quickly grew harder myself as I watched Meg licking and engulfing that thick black beast.
It didn’t take long for Clem to give Meg a load of cock cream in her throat. Meg swallowed and kept swallowing until she got it all. He then proceeded to fuck Meg’s cunt, first in the missionary position, then with Meg on top, and finally pounding at her doggie-style, until he shot another load into her pussy. Meg kept saying how big his cock was and how much she loved it in her cunt. Clem told her more was to come.
He then moved over her as she started to suck his cock again. It only took a few minutes for it to regain its steely hardness, and her tiny hand could hardly grip the huge monster. He then rolled her onto her hands and knees and got behind her with his ebony cock aimed at her tiny asshole. He dipped his fingers into her oiled cunt and rubbed the moisture on his cock. Then he placed that greased pole against her rosebud ass.
He held her hips as he slid it into her, slowly at first. Meg moaned loudly. He pressed further, slipping about half of that black snake into her as Meg’s cries got louder. But they were cries of pleasure, and she never asked him to stop. Finally he withdrew until only the head of his dick remained inside her, and then rammed the entire length into her ass.
Meg yelped and fell on her belly, and as she urged him on, Clem continued to pound her ass with long deep strokes. I was amazed at the force he was using, and at how much Meg was digging it. He fucked her steady for half an hour before dumping another load of come into her backside and falling on top of her.
Within seconds after he pulled his cock out of her, Meg was down there sucking him again. It didn’t take more then ten minutes before he was hard once more. Now he told Meg to lie on her back, and when she did he moved over her and began to titty-fuck her, finally shooting his cock juice all over her face and lips. Meg licked him clean.
Clem left late that night. A few days later I came home from work to find two strange cars in the driveway. When I entered the house I didn’t see anyone, so I went upstairs. I looked in the bedroom and there was Meg bent over the bed, getting fucked in the ass by a black guy I didn’t even know. Clem and three other black guys were watching them.
“Hey, pal,” Clem said when he saw me. “I brought a few friends over to help Meg out. She wants to be a slut, you know.” He told me she had been fucking and sucking them all afternoon. He asked me if I wanted to stay and enjoy the show. I did. I sat down and watched them all fuck Meg silly.
After they left, Meg and I fucked wildly, and I ate her cunt clean. A day later Clem called me and asked me if he could take Meg to a friend’s house for a party. He said he’d been talking to some of his other friends about Meg, and they all wanted to party with her. He said they even had video cameras to tape the event. I asked how many guys would be there, and he replied, “Well, right now I have fourteen. What do you think?”
I told him to hold on, and I found Meg and told her what Clem had said. “Tell him to see if he can get a few more,” Meg said. I went back to the phone and relayed the message to Clem.
The party was great. There were twenty very well hung black guys, and Meg serviced them all by sucking, screwing, butt-fucking, titty-fucking and drinking all their come. We have it all on tape. Now Clem regularly has parties for Meg and his friends, and I tape most of them. Once she went out of town for a week with Clem and two of his pals. She really loves being a slut for black men. She even says she wants to get a black pimp to work for, because she really likes this job.–R.S., Baltimore, Maryland
My wife Nina is five feet nine and one hundred forty pounds, with a gorgeous 36C-26-35 body. Her boss is a black man named Sam. He is six feet three, extremely muscular, and the rumor around his office is that he is hung like a horse. I have reason to know that that rumor is true.
Sam and Nina were friends. She would babysit for his kids sometimes, and he would often ask her to fill in for some of the other girls when they were not able to work. Sometimes she would work the midnight-to-eight-in-the-morning shift, and when she came home she would be so tired that she would jump in the shower, put a T-shirt on and fall right to sleep.
One morning after she came home I went into the bathroom to get ready for work and saw her thong on the floor. When I picked it up I found a puddle of wet, sticky come in it. I knew I should feel jealous, but I didn’t. I wondered if it was Sam she’d been fooling around with, and the image of my gorgeous wife in the arms of a big black stud with a huge cock got me so excited that I had to jerk off.
The next day my car broke down, and the tow cost me a lot of money. The man from the garage dropped me off at home and told me he would call me when my car was ready. Nina was not home, which surprised me, since it was her day off. I figured she was out shopping or something, and then I heard her car pull into the driveway.
I decided to surprise her, so I hid in the bedroom as she came in. But she was not alone. My ears perked up when I heard Sam’s voice saying, “Are you sure he’s not here?” Peeking out, I saw Sam sit down on the living room couch. Nina went into the bathroom, and when she came back all she was wearing was a yellow thong and a cut-off T-shirt that revealed the lower halves of her breasts. The sight of her showing herself to Sam that way blew my mind and got my dick hard in an instant.
She sat on his lap and he began to kiss her, his hand going under the shirt to play with her breast. I could see that she was in heaven when he put her nipple in his mouth. Then I almost panicked when I heard her say, “C’mon let’s go in the bedroom.”
I quickly hid in the closet, peering out through the tiniest crack in the door to see Sam carrying my wife into the bedroom. Right away she pulled his shirt off and began to suck his nipples. His body was ripped, with muscles everywhere. He pulled Nina’s T-shirt over her head, and her hard-nippled breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. The yellow thong was all that was now covering her lithe, tanned body.
She sat on the edge of the bed now as Sam got up to stand in front of her. She unzipped his pants and pulled them to his ankles, and he stepped out of them. I almost fell down when I saw his huge cock. I swear it had to be at least nine inches, and he was only semi-aroused. I could tell from my wife’s expression that she was really looking forward to being fucked by that cock, even though she probably had been there many times before.
Nina reached around to put one hand on his ass, taking hold of his cock with the other. Then she bent her head and began to suck on that huge dick. She ran her tongue around the head of it, then held it straight up as she ran her lips down over the shaft. The hand on his ass moved down to his balls, and then her head moved down too, and I was watching Sam enjoying the pleasure of my beautiful wife sucking on his balls as she jerked his cock up and down.
He stopped her after a while, then lay her down on her back, pulled the thong off and tossed it to the foot of the bed. He got to his knees, spread my wife’s pussy and put his tongue into her slit. Nina moaned her pleasure, her head rolling from side to side. Sam’s cock was really hard now, and I couldn’t believe the size of it. Then Nina threw her head back and cried out that she was coming. “Oh Sam, don’t stop, please, eat my pussy!” she groaned. Then her entire body spasmed, and she yelled so loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear.
As she gasped out the last of her orgasm, Sam got up and turned her around so that she was lying on her stomach. He then began to fuck her from behind, starting by driving about six inches of his dick into her. I have a rather small dick myself, so I knew he was exploring parts of her pussy that I had never touched. He pulled back until the head was showing, then pushed in again, this time sinking about nine inches inside her. Nina cried out with pleasure, but I didn’t see how she could take any more of his length. Sam then turned her onto her back and began to play with her pussy as she spread her legs wide for him. He eased his cock back into her, and from my point of view I could see her thighs in the air, and Sam’s ass as he pumped into her pussy, slowly at first, then faster and deeper. After about ten more pumps he told her he was going to come. Then he was groaning and shooting his come into my wife’s pussy. I saw Nina’s legs thrashing as she came with him, her hands sliding over his back until they gripped his ass tightly, preventing him from pulling out. Only near the end did she let him go, and when he pulled out he shot a last jet of come that hit Nina’s pussy and slid right down between the cheeks of her ass.
When he got up I could see Nina’s wide-open pussy, and as I watched she stuck her fingers into it, pulling out globs of Sam’s come and putting them in her mouth. From the looks of it she was enjoying every drop.
Finally Sam said he had to go back to work, and since Nina had picked him up at the office, she now had to drive him back. When she returned home, I pretended to have just gotten there. Nina didn’t seem too surprised to see me, and I began to wonder just how much she knew I knew, or how much she wanted me to know.
These questions were renewed at dinner that night, when I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, which was in two weeks. I told her she could have anything she wanted. Nina said that what she wanted was to have sex with a black man while I watched.
Okay, obviously she either knew that I knew or she wanted me to know. Or something. So on her birthday, which was on a Saturday, I invited Sam over for lunch. He arrived around one o’clock, and since the weather was nice we went out to the pool. When he asked me where Nina was I told him she was getting ready and that she would be right out.
When Nina came out she had on a small pink dress that barely managed to cover her ass. It was so short that we could often catch a glimpse of her pink thong when she moved around. I went to get the camera, and when I got back Nina suggested that Sam take his pants off. He had on a pair of spandex bathing shorts, and beneath them the bulge of his huge cock was obvious.
Nina stood in front of him to pose for a picture, and he immediately grabbed her hips with his big hands. When she bent over, her dress pulled up and her pink thong was exposed, along with most of her ass. He sat down and eased her onto his lap. I could tell that she felt his dick, because she smiled and said, “Oops, are you okay?” With that he put his hands between her legs as she leaned back against his chest. Her thong was in plain sight now as I snapped the picture.
When she got up I couldn’t help noticing Sam adjusting his cock. No doubt my wife’s ass squirming around on his lap had been driving him crazy.
Nina soon went in to start dinner, and Sam and I sat outside talking until it was ready. I guess we both knew that he was going to be fucking my wife that day, but I wasn’t sure that he knew I knew it.
After dinner, Nina went into the bedroom to put on something more comfortable. She came out wearing a completely transparent wrap, through which we could see her hard-nippled breasts and her dark pussy hair. As we stared at her she giggled and said, “Oops, I forgot you two were here!” She was such a tease.
Even Sam now seemed embarrassed by this blatant display. He looked at me as if to check my reaction. But Nina had no such doubts. She smiled at him and told him it was okay. Then she took off the wrap and bent down to kiss him as he sat on the sofa.
Nina’s white skin glowed next to his dark complexion. Still kissing him, she put her hand into his shorts and pulled out his massive cock. Breaking the kiss, she fell to her knees and put her beautiful lips around the head of his dick, and I could see her tongue working on it. Sam threw his head back, obviously enjoying her ministrations. She ran her lips up and down his shaft, then brought her mouth to his balls. He was sprawling on the sofa now, with his legs open and Nina kneeling between them, giving him a massive blowjob.
She let his cock go momentarily to pull off his shorts, and it sprang back against his stomach. Grabbing his cock again, Nina hungrily licked up the little patch of precome it had left there. Then she put her ravenous mouth back on his dick and sucked it as though trying to drain his balls dry.
I could imagine the pleasure that was running through him. Nina was loving it too. I couldn’t believe this was my wife, this wanton woman who evidently loved nothing better than to have a huge black cock in her mouth, knowing she was about to get her brains fucked out with it. I had never felt so much love for her before.
At this point Nina raised her head from Sam’s dick and suggested that they go into the bedroom. There she lay with him on the bed, her warm breasts resting on his chest as they kissed each other passionately. As she made out with him I walked over to eat her ass. Sam’s cock was sticking straight up between her legs, and every time I licked her ass my tongue would touch the tip of his cock. Then suddenly he reached down, grabbed his cock with one hand and guided my head to it.
I couldn’t believe this. Here I was tasting my wife’s lover’s huge dick, while my wife looked on in amazement. Then, just as suddenly, his cock was gone, and I was eating Nina’s pussy. She came with a shudder as I did so, and after sucking the come out of her, I opened that pussy up and guided Sam’s big black dick into the eager opening.
Nina moaned in ecstasy, and then she was sliding back and forth on his cock. His balls were soaked with her juices. His huge hand spread her ass wide open as I sank my tongue into it. She went crazy. She was on the verge of her biggest climax yet. She jammed her mouth onto Sam’s and stuck her tongue down his throat, then buried her face in his chest, giving him a hickey he would carry for a week as her body exploded out of control.
Sam soon flipped her over, and for the next twenty minutes he pounded her pussy with everything he had. I could hear his pelvis hitting her ass. I was holding her legs up, her shoulders pinned against my legs. She let out a moan every time he entered her with his powerful thrusts. She came again and again, her climaxes less intense now but more frequent.
When Sam pulled out of her temporarily, a strand of precome stretched from her pussy to the tip of his cock. Again he turned her over, putting her on her elbows and knees. I got beneath her in a 69 position as Sam opened her pussy up and put his cock back into her doggie-style. I could see her pussy stretch to the fullest every time he thrust his dick into her almost as far as it would go. But she was thrusting back at him and moaning up a storm and begging him to go faster. Then I could actually see his cock throbbing as he pumped an endless load of come deep into my wife’s pussy. When he pulled out the last of his load shot right into my mouth.
I immediately reached up and brought Nina’s dripping pussy down to my mouth, and at the same time I felt her panting mouth devouring my dick. I must have eaten an ounce of come while she blew me. Finally I came in her mouth, and she swallowed the entire load. Then she thanked me for a wonderful birthday, and we fell off to sleep.
Nina and I have no more secrets now. Sam comes over to visit regularly. Sometimes I am there and sometimes I’m not. It doesn’t matter. Nina and I love each other, and we both know that nothing can ever interfere with that.–P.T., Trenton, New Jersey
When I heard the car pull up, I had just enough time to turn the lights down and put on some music. When Lila came in with those two guys following her like puppy dogs she looked beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair messed up, her clothes disheveled and her nipples about to bust through her sweater. Her eyes were glowing.
I didn’t know how to react. I felt as nervous as her two new friends, until she crossed the room and kissed me. Her body was so hot. I could feel her through her clothes as if she was on fire. When she looked up at me and asked me to undress her I nearly came in my pants.
Slowly I took off her sweater and then her skirt. I was surprised to see that she still had her thong panties on, but they had been pushed to one side, and her pussy was swollen and dripping. I then took off her bra and tweaked her beautiful nipples. When I knelt down to take off her thong I couldn’t help burying my tongue in her sweet hole.
It was only when I started eating her, I think, that her puppy-dog friends realized we were serious. I looked up to see if she was watching me, and saw that she was watching them. From the corner of my eye I could see that they were undressing, taking it all off as quickly as they could. I could feel her start to come when their cocks came out. As they stroked themselves, she grabbed my head and pulled it in tight between her thighs. When I came up for air she pulled me up and whispered, “I love you, baby. Now sit back and watch.”
I stood back, but I knew there would be more for me to do. I watched her walk over to the two men and reach out to stroke their chests as they ran their hands all over her body, her face, her tits and her ass. When she dropped to her knees to try and take the bigger of the two cocks down her throat, it was then that she glanced over at me. I went over and knelt down beside her, taking that hard cock in my hand and running the head across her lips. I kissed her and whispered to her to open her mouth wide. Then I kissed the head of that cock and guided it into her mouth. Her eyes were wide and worshipful as she tried to get it all in. But it was the biggest damn cock in the world.
The other guy was just standing there like he was going to explode. The minute she reached out and grabbed his hard cock he let loose all over her arm, but thanks to the miracle of youth he stayed as hard as a rock. Having sucked on the first guy’s monster dick, she took the other one down her throat like an old pro. She closed her eyes when he placed his hands on her head and started fucking it in and out of her throat. It was like she was in a dream, and she could have sucked him forever.
But it wasn’t forever, and when it stopped she was more than ready for some fucking. She looked over at me and smiled to see me standing by the bed, slowly jacking off. She got up and lay down in the middle of the bed, bending her knees and slowly spreading her legs. Her pussy was leaking everywhere.
I wasn’t really sure she could even take the big guy in her pussy, but I should have known better. She took it all in one stroke. It was his turn to get wide-eyed probably he wasn’t used to getting it all in.
He started moving very slowly, in and out, in and out. Soon her hips were moving with him, and then she started to come. He held himself still, just as she likes it, while she came all over his cock. Then, when she was ready again, he resumed his movement. In and out, in and out. Occasionally he would pull all the way out and rub it all over her slit.
I found myself moving closer. Closer and closer, until I couldn’t help myself. I had to taste it. The next time he pulled out I was there to take it down my throat. It was heaven, coated with her pussy juice. It tasted better than I could have dreamed.
The other guy had moved up to fuck her mouth again. I slid up to kiss her neck, then whispered into her ear, asking her if she was ready. She just nodded, not taking her mouth from the moving dick. She looked disappointed when both cocks pulled out of her, like a kid who’s lost her candy.
When, under my direction, her friend with the giant cock lay down on his back, she climbed up on top of that pole like her life depended on it, moaning as she stuffed that big sausage back into her pussy, her beautiful ass swaying in the air. I then had the honor of greasing up that other cock and guiding it into her ass. I strained to see her face as it went in. She was beautiful, transported by the sensation of having her ass and pussy stuffed full for the first time.
When they started moving in unison, she began to moan more loudly. Her eyes glazed over, and she was breathing as if she had just run ten miles. The guy in her ass started coming first. I knew she could feel it by the way her eyes opened wide. And then that giant firehose let loose in her pussy, and that was it for her. She gave a huge scream of joy and her whole body went stiff and quivered as though she was being electrocuted.
After that she passed out for a few minutes, and woke with a lazy smile on her face. The guys were getting dressed, knowing that they had just had the greatest piece of ass they would ever have.
After they left I crawled up beside her and put my cock in her greased-up ass, and we finished with a slow fuck, as I held her and told her over and over that I loved her.–B.Z., Denver, Colorado
My wife Kate and I have been married for eighteen years and have two kids, both of them off in college. In our early forties, we are both in very good condition, as we work out at the gym together three to four times a week. Until recently, our sex life had begun to fade a bit, a circumstance which I had attributed to my wife’s faltering libido. But in light of recent developments I have had to rethink that.
Kate and I have been friends for years with an older black couple who live down the street from us. Their son, Cal, has taken care of our lawn since he was a freshman in high school seven years ago. Since then we have watched him grow from a skinny adolescent boy into a powerful young man, over six feet tall. Now in his junior year at college on a football scholarship, Cal still runs his landscaping service at home every summer, and he maintains our lawn twice a week, on Mondays and Fridays.
One Friday last July, the computer network in my office crashed mid-morning, and we were told that it would take the better part of the day to get it back into operation. As it was a beautiful day, and I am an avid cyclist, I decided to take the afternoon off and put in some miles on my bicycle.
Thirty minutes later I pulled into my driveway and walked to the backyard to retrieve my bicycle from the storage shed. As I opened the gate I noticed Cal’s lawnmower standing in the backyard, which was partially mowed. Figuring he was just taking a break, I proceeded to the storage shed. As I opened the door I heard a slight sound from the back of the house. It seemed to come from the bedroom window. My wife has a desk in the bedroom and often works there. Thinking I was going to surprise her, I walked silently over to the window. Little did I know that I was the one about to be surprised!
As I peeked into the window my jaw nearly hit the ground. The mini-blinds were down, but they were slightly open and I had a clear view into the room. My lovely wife was sitting on the corner of our bed in a lacy red bra and panties, and young Cal stood before her between her parted legs, shirtless in his jeans.
His large hands cupped her full breasts through the bra as she nuzzled her face across the front of his jeans, her hands grabbing his ass and pulling his loins closer to her. Cal pushed the bra straps from her shoulders and released her full, round breasts from the red lace cups. The nipples were hard with arousal. Cal’s black hands made a dramatic contrast against the soft paleness of Kate’s beautiful tits, and as he cupped them gently a loud moan escaped from her lips. His right hand slid up her back until his fingers became intertwined in her thick, luxurious hair, holding her head as she nuzzled at his obvious erection.
Kate used her open lips to caress the phallic outline of the bulge in Cal’s jeans, moving her mouth along the length of his denim-clad prick. Her hands left his ass and ran up his back and then around to his chest as he continued to rock his loins against her eager, open mouth. As he continued to play with her full breasts and dark nipples, her hands dropped to the fly of his jeans and unbuttoned them with a frenzied urgency. The buttons undone, she opened the front of his Levi’s slowly, as if unveiling a new work of art. She then tugged the jeans down over his ass, along with his shorts, and his cock sprang heavily out at her, long and thick even in its semi-erect state.
As I watched in astonishment, Kate grabbed the base of that cock with her right hand, lifting the bulbous head to her hungry lips. Her mouth opened obscenely wide as she took the plum-sized head into it and swirled her tongue around it. I heard Cal moan, and his thick meat became more engorged as Kate began to suck him gently. She bobbed her head up and down several times, and with each movement a bit more of his monumental dick slid into her mouth. When she had reached her limit she pulled the wet cock from her mouth and began to lick the length of his brown shaft until it glistened with her saliva. Once she had covered the entire surface of his throbbing cock with her tongue, she returned to the massive head and swallowed as much of it as she could into her open mouth.
I had always thought of my wife as being an enthusiastic cocksucker, and in fact had considered myself fortunate in that not only did she enjoy doing it, but she was extremely good at it as well. But I had never seen her so possessed in my life. She wasn’t sucking that monstrous black cock merely to please Cal she was doing it at least as much to please herself. Now she wrapped both her hands around his dick, one atop the other, which still left a good three inches protruding from her curled fingers. The head itself was nearly two inches long, and very thick. Kate placed her lips around that exposed portion of cock and began to bob her head up and down rapidly, sucking and slurping the fat head like a woman obsessed.
Cal was obviously enjoying my wife’s oral attention, moaning and rocking his hips as he fucked her eager mouth. But after several minutes of her intense sucking he stepped back, pulling his cock from her wet, gaping lips and her clutching hands. It stood out majestically from his body, impressive in its fully erect length and girth.
“Are you ready to fuck me, baby?” Kate said. “Are you ready to stretch out this tight white pussy?” My wife’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. We had always been vocal in our lovemaking, but never had I heard her talk like this before. “Stick that black monster in my pussy and give me a good fucking, baby,” she went on. “Come on, don’t make me beg.” I could see that Cal was becoming more and more aroused by her words.
“Show me how bad you want it, my hot little cunt,” he said. Cal had always been so polite and respectful that to hear him speaking like this was totally astonishing. “Come on, baby, show me where you want this big black cock.”
Without hesitation, Kate pushed her red lace panties down over her hips and pulled them off her legs. Then she turned over onto all fours and looked back over her shoulder at Cal with mischievous eyes. Licking her lips seductively, she dropped her gaze to his cock, leaving no doubt about what was on her mind.
“You know where I want it, you black stud. You know exactly how I like to be fucked.” With that, Kate laid her pretty face against the comforter, her ass sticking obscenely into the air. Her hands reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass wide open, exposing her hungry, eager pussy.
The scene was like something straight out of a porn flick. My wife of eighteen years was kneeling on our bed, her ass in the air and her fingers spreading herself wide open as she begged our yard man to fill her with his enormous black cock.
Cal took a step toward her and grabbed her narrow waist with his large black hands, pulling her willing body to the very edge of the bed. Then he reached down with his right hand and guided the brownish-purple plum of his cockhead to my wife’s open slit. She kept her cheeks spread wide as he moved the head of his cock up and down the length of her hungry, wet pussy, smearing her juices over it until it was shiny and glistening. Kate moaned as he guided that cock to the thickest part of her open slit and got ready to enter her.
He pushed his hips forward slightly, the thick head of his dick disappearing into my wife’s pussy. She moaned again and pushed back at him, but Cal was playing with her now, holding her at bay.
“Oh, don’t tease me, baby, I want it so bad!” she cried, and Cal, with a triumphant laugh, suddenly thrust all but the last inch of his thick cock inside her. Kate gasped loudly, but there was little doubt that it was a gasp of pleasure. A moment later he thrust again, pushing his thighs up against her ass and burying himself completely in her stretched and squirming pussy.
Kate moaned so loudly that I thought she might be going to have an orgasm right then. Cal now slowly began to withdraw his giant cock. My gaze was riveted to the sight of my loving wife’s pussy clinging to the fat black shaft as it emerged. He pulled back until just the head of his cock remained inside her, and then slid back in with one slow, fluid motion, bringing a cry of delight from her. “Oh, baby, that cock is so fucking good! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!”
Cal needed no further encouragement as he set about screwing my lovely wife in earnest. His hands held onto her waist as he began to piston his thick tool in and out of her. With each powerful thrust and withdrawal, Kate shrieked and gasped in growing ecstasy. The intensity of Cal’s thrusts increased steadily with his building arousal, until I could sense that he was approaching his climax.
Kate sensed it too, and she began to shout encouragement to him despite the fact that she could hardly catch her breath. “Fuck that pussy, baby!” she gasped out. Fill me up, you black fucker, give me your come!”
Her wild words seemed to be sending Cal over the edge–they were certainly having a noticeable effect on me–and he slammed his massive prick into her again and again as he began to shoot his load deep into her hungry pussy. Kate screamed out her own climax as he pounded at her, and then he collapsed on top of her as she lay on her belly, her legs spread wide and her gaping pussy leaking thick white come onto the comforter.
The last fifteen minutes had been completely surreal, and I found myself unbelievably aroused. Thinking I had better leave before my spying was discovered, I was just turning away from the window when I heard my wife’s voice again.
“Oh my, does that beautiful black cock want some more already?” it said. I turned back to the window to see that Cal had rolled onto his back, and my wife now held his semi-erect dick in her small hand as she leaned over him, teasing it with delicate swipes of her tongue. I watched as she cleaned that cock with her tongue until all traces of his thick come were gone and his prick glistened with her saliva. It was growing again rapidly. Cal reached out and started playing with Kate’s tits and pussy.
A moment later, pulling her mouth from his now fully erect cock, Kate deftly straddled the large black man, reaching between his legs to hold his cock straight up. Squatting over him, she aligned the head of it with her pussy and lowered herself slowly, taking in about a third of it before pausing, then slowly sinking down the rest of the way. As she leaned forward to kiss her lover, I could see that pussy stretched wide open by his obscenely large black dick.
Now that my wife was in control of the action she rode Cal’s giant pole like a pro, alternating her pace as she moved up and down, sometimes with excruciating slowness, other times with almost eye-blurring speed. Her pussy was stretched so tightly around his massive cock that it almost seemed to turn itself inside out each time she raised herself off his shaft then, with a sharp cry of pleasure, she would impale herself on his manhood once again.
After a while she settled into an intense but steady pace, and it became apparent that that big black dick was going to bring her to orgasm once again. Her cries became longer and shriller as she approached the zenith of her pleasure, and Cal began to meet her thrusts with upward movements of his own. “Oh, that’s it, baby!” Kate howled. “Split me open with that big cock!”
My wife had always been a very mild-mannered lover, but now, astride this stallion-cocked young black man, she was a whorish, foul-mouthed banshee who loved having her pussy fucked deep and hard. She continued to call out breathless exhortations until she screamed and collapsed like a rag doll on top of his sweaty black body.
After some moments my wife slowly disengaged herself from Cal’s still twitching cock. She bent down one last time and kissed the messy head of his prick before disappearing into the bathroom. At that point I went back to my car and drove around for a long while before going back home.
A part of me was amazed and angry at the fact that my wife had cheated on me, but the anger was neutralized by the excitement that the scene I had witnessed had aroused in me. I knew that I had to confront Kate with what I knew, and to be honest with both her and myself about my reaction. And when I did that, the agreement we arrived at served to revitalize our declining sex life. Now Kate has the freedom to consort not only with Cal but with other black lovers as well, in exchange for which she allows me to watch and secretly videotape her passionate fucking and sucking. The sex we have when we watch the tapes together afterwards is better than anything we have ever known.–B.R., Houston, Texas