He laid there for
what felt like hours, thinking. His brain would not stop working the
problem. And always there was the ache in his cock. His erection would
not go away. He tried to crush it with his elbow, but that brought
only momentary relief. He tried to pull his balls, his scrotum, but
that did nothing beneficial. Finally he inserted his middle finger
into his rectum and massaged the inner base of his penis. That helped
a little, so he continued, bent over sideways, straining to push his
finger up inside him as far as he could reach.
What was going on? She had never even indicated she was unhappy. Never
been particularly demanding in bed. In fact, her new attitude toward
him baffled him completely. Could she really be fucking around on
him? ‘Stupid ass,’ he thought, ‘of course she is! You
saw the cum on her underwear, you idiot!’ And my god what a load
of cum it was. Could one man produce that much cum? Maybe she had
been gang banged.’ He thought he knew what that was. His cock
ached even harder, thinking about her with another man. His heart
thumped in emotional pain, and his cock felt each pulse of his aching
heart. God, his cock and heart were both equally miserable. Could
his beloved Staci really be having an affair? She certainly was not
hiding it. He wished he had the guts to just ask her.
Fuck! How had it come to this anyway?
He bet himself that her lover was black, those black cocks are supposed
to produce lots of cum. That had to be it, he was black and pumped
her so full of his cum it just ran out. But my god she had so much
inside her last when she flushed it out in the shower while he watched
her touch her self.
He must have drifted off, because he remembered dreaming about a hand
stroking his penis when he woke back up. Her sexy purr whispered to
him “Hey honey! You rolled over and you were hard again, so I
started touching you and you started moaning in your sleep! Let me
help you cum again honey! Wait, I want to suck on your penis Bob!”
She swiveled in bed and dove under the covers. He felt her lips kiss
him, then her tongue caress his glans. The horrible ache was back
full force. It hurt so much that he could not enjoy her soft mouth
on him. He had begged her to do exactly this, and now when she finally
did it, he could not enjoy it! ‘God, what is the matter with
me? My sexy gorgeous wife is finally sucking my dick and I am just
thinking about how much my cock aches!’
He decided he needed to fantasize about something so he could cum
in her mouth now that she was sucking on him. God, it did feel so
damn good. ‘Let’s see, what should I fantasize about.’
But all he could think about was a black cock fucking her perfect
body. Try as he might, he could not think about anything else. He
stood in a room, incense burning, hip hop on the stereo, his black
skin over her white body, and she was buried under him, her legs up
over his shoulders as the huge thick black cock pounded her full of
long thick black meat. She was moaning and groaning and encouraging
the black man to fuck her harder, harder! He could hear her sexy voice
purring, mewling in desperate need, ‘Oh god I am cummingggggggg,
oh god your cock feels so fucking good in me, so long, so full, so
thick, oh my GOD! I am so close, oh fuck shit I am going to cum again,
cum inside me you big black stallion! YES! Shoot your black cum inside
my white fucking cunt. Fill me with your baby making cum honey! YES,
bury it deep up my twat! YES! Right next to my cervix so it can make
me pregnant! Yes breed me black! You fucking black stallion. Fuck
me with your horse cock full of your black seed! Oh godddddddd! I
am cumming! Come on, fuck your little white slut full of your black
cock cum!’
As his aching rigid cock filled his beloved wife’s mouth with
his few drops of cum, his mind watched her take a huge load of black
cum deep inside her ready needy fertile womb. Totally spent, he did
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“What’s
the matter buddy? You look like you lost your best friend. And I know
you didn’t, cause I am sitting right here!”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Marriage problems huh? What’d she do, catch you looking
at another woman?”
“I said, I don’t wanna talk about it!”
“Ohhhh! I know! She is finally fucking around on you, just like
my old lady was before I ditched her. Right? I told you buddy. You
wouldn’t listen. But I told you didn’t I?”
“Yeah god damn it, you told me! What the fuck am I supposed to
do about it?”
“NO SHIT!? She is fucking around on you? Who is he, the guy that
is fucking her? Come on tell me the dirt you scum bag. Did you get
to watch her fuck him? Did she do him right in your own bedroom while
you sat there watching and, and jerking off as she fucked his ass?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP GOD DAMN IT!” He burst into tears. His
shame at crying in public, in front of his best buddy, was almost
as bad as having discovered her infidelity. But he couldn’t stop
sobbing. He buried his face in his hands and tried with all his might
to control the racking sobs. His mind was filled with the images of
the last twelve hours. Her new panties lying there, covered in what
could only be another man’s cum. The very panties and bra set
he had bought her. Her pretty new bra, contaminated with another man’s
cum. His awed images of her washing her vagina above him, seeing globs
of her lover’s cum cascading from her opening, running down her
legs, some even splashing onto his legs and crotch, then being flushed
down the drain, her excitement at him watching her cleanse her lover’s
seed from her womb, her warm wet fertile womb.
Suddenly all he could see in his mind was her black lover’s hard
well muscled black buttocks fucking powerfully into her tight widely
spread cunt lips, her moans and grunts and words of ecstasy as she
came and came on his big black cock as he fucked her mercilessly under
him to involuntary orgasm after orgasm, his seed filling her to the
brim, then her panties, the new panties he had bought her, being placed
over her defiled cunt opening and catching all of his black cum as
it ran back out of her properly fucked cunt. He realized he was rock
hard and his cock was aching even worse than last night.
“Come on buddy, lets blow this pop stand. Lets go over to Julies
and watch the game, I can’t hear it here. Come on! We promised
to show up there, remember?”
He realized he could not move, not even turn from the bar, his aching
hard-on would be clearly visible to every single person in the bar.
They would all laugh at him. His buddy would know that her cheating
turned him on, for god’s sake. Oh shit, what to do now! Fake
it. “Naw, I am going to stay here, you go ahead, Frank. I need
to think.”
“OK, your loss, she makes great party snacks for the game bud.”
“Go on.”
He sat here for a long time, his glazed eyes watching the wordless
game as the score mounted. His tears dried. He began to relax after
his fourth Heineken. A couple of large, black, obviously athletic,
men sat down a few stools from him. They seemed to really understand
the game, and he found their comments about the players to be well
thought out. He found himself intrigued with their obvious intelligence
and understanding of the game. Finally he ventured an opinion. Their
eyes surveyed him with quick understanding of his forlorn loneliness.
They included him in their conversation. He felt like he had made
some new friends. He bought them a round as the cliffhanger game continued
to unfold before them.
“Here you are honey! I was watching the game at Julies. Did I
screw up? I thought we were going to meet there?” His new friends
both looked at his wife, their intelligent eyes surveying the perfect
form of her toned and athletic body. Clearly they were interested
in her. He knew he had to introduce her to them or be incredibly rude.
“Staci, this is Wade and LeRoy. Guys, this is my wife Staci.”
He knew that they already had seen her wedding ring. So his statement
of territoriality was unneeded. But he felt better having said it.
He had staked his territoriality, just like he had the night before
while he came on top of her lover’s cum. He felt better until
his cock began to harden again. God, why did it ache so bad to have
a hard-on now?
Staci slid onto the bar stool next to him and smiled prettily at his
new friends. “So what you guys all so intrigued about, talking
thick as thieves like that?”
His new friends started telling her how they felt the game should
be coached, played, how the defense was being butchered, and so on.
She listened to them talk, making cogent comments periodically. Soon
they were including her in their conversation like one of the boys.
He smiled, proud of his intelligent gorgeous wife.
He continued to watch the game as he felt his wife’s familiar
hand slide gently onto his thigh under the table. He wondered briefly
if her other hand was on Wade’s thigh. He felt unfamiliar shame
as he realized that, damn, his cock was getting hard again at that
thought!
Then his team scored a go-ahead touch down. He leapt from his stool
in a glorious victory dance, prancing like the victor he suddenly
felt like. Finally! God, so many years he had waited for this moment!
WOW! His team had just defeated their last opponent before heading
for the Super Bowl! He was absolutely elated. His troubles no longer
filled his head.
They all moved to a table. He ordered another round. The animated
conversation lasted for several hours as they talked about the upcoming
Super Bowl, who would be the opposing team, and the merits of each
potential adversary. And they drank beer.
Wade suddenly looked at Staci and asked her to dance. She looked coyly
at her husband and asked “Would you mind Bobby?” What could
he say? He just shook his head and waved her toward the dance floor.
His eyes followed his sexy wife as she walked to dance with this man
she barely knew. This BLACK man she barely knew. As they danced to
the thumping beat, he realized she did not have a bra on. Her high
perfect breasts were jiggling so tantalizingly. His painful erection
pulsed back to life.
The music changed to a slow dance, and Wade held her hand, holding
her on the
dance floor, pulling her delicate body to him as the sensuous music
played.
They began to waltz together, their bodies in perfect synchronization.
Her dance partner moved her about with the fluid grace of a master
puppeteer moving his toy. Her husband watched his wife’s nipples
become hard as they brushed Wade’s broad chest. Wade moved his
dark skinned hand down to his wife’s hips, and pulled her crotch
onto his. His eyes looked down her halter top, seeing those perfect,
unfettered orbs swaying and giggling under his complete control and
direction.
The black man’s cock had to be pressed against her pubic mound,
he realized. She stared up into her dance partner’s eyes with
an amused look in her eyes. They begin to talk as they danced. She
giggled as she moved in perfect step with his athletic body. She never
tried to move away from him for the rest of the dance.
Bob began to drift again, his worst fears right before him. His wife
was in the arms of a black man;, her body was pressed against his.
Her giggle and chatter were directed at this handsome athletic specimen
of manhood. Her eyes were watching this black man’s face in rapturous
enjoyment. He began to wonder if this was her lover. He lost his visual
focus as his mind wandered to his fears. Was this the man who had
deposited his sperm deep within her? Was this the man who had undressed
her, caressed her body all over, played with his wife’s perfect
breasts, raised her supple athletic legs over his shoulders, drove
his black prick deep into her orgasming, spasming body? Was this who
had filled her so full of black cum that it had flooded the panties
he had bought her, given her; filled her cunt with sperm so full that
there was gallons left inside her tiny body after she left her lover
to come home to him, her body defiled by black cum? Was this the man
who might make her pregnant, had filled her with his copious black
cum, bred her deep and full with his potent black cum? 'Oh god, I
have to stop THINKing about this,' he told himself!
Her small hand slid softly back onto his thigh, grazing the painfully
hard erection bent horrible inside his trousers. She leaned to him
and whispered, “Your eyes turned me on while I danced, the way
you watched me dance baby. Your eyes made me horny!” He could
feel her nearly naked erect nipple press against his bicep as she
leaned against him.
LeRoy immediately asked her back onto the dance floor, and again she
looked at him for his acquiescence. They danced three fast dances
until the slow dance in the sequence came up. Again LeRoy held her
on the dance floor, and they danced as one. LeRoy wasted no time pulling
her delectable body tightly to his. Even her firm succulent breasts
were squashed against his chest. Her pussy had to be riding right
on LeRoy’s huge black cock he realized. ‘God, that huge
black cock is caressing my wife’s cunt and clit like a vibrator.
God, she is already turned on she said. Oh God, oh god, he is going
to make her not want me any more! He is going to make her a black
cock slut! She will want them to fuck her now, not me! Shit, how the
hell can I compete with those black handsome athletic intelligent
black huge thick black cocked men? She will want THEIR black cocks
all the time now, not my little white one. I’ll bet their cocks
are twice my size! She will laugh at my tiny white prick after being
with them.’ His panic was almost overwhelming him. His breath
was ragged in fear. All of the stories of women “trying black
and never going back” whipped him into a state of frantic demoralization.
Again she slid in beside him, her hand going to his aching lump, her
fingernails began to scrape lightly along his painful bulge. She leaned
over and kissed his neck, then his ear lobe. Her breath caressed his
ear as she whispered lustily, “God baby, I am so hot, . . . .
lets do something kinky baby. I have to cum, lets go into the men’s
restroom and you can fuck me there, OK Baby? God I need that rigid
cock shaft in me right NOW baby!” She continued to caress him,
running her fingers up and down his incredibly hard prick. Finally
she stood, grabbing his hand, pulling him up, and leading him toward
the restrooms. He was too stunned to protest, to tell her “NO!
I have a very conspicuous hard-on!”
By the way! When did she start using the word “FUCK?” What
is going on here? My wife never says that word. She scolds me so badly
when I say it, for god’s sake!
He was in total shock as she forcefully dragged him into the Men’s
restroom door without even stopping to see if any other men were in
there. Not pausing for an instant, she dragged him into the handicapped
stall at the far end of the row of toilet stalls, and turned to him
after hurriedly latching the door behind her. She told him to get
up on the toilet and stand there. As he wavered there precariously,
she unzipped him, pulling his trousers and boxers down in one swift
jerk. His cock sprang free, striking her forehead. Not even slowing
her rapid motions, her eager mouth chased his cock head as it bounced
to a halt. Finding her rigid wobbling target, she pushed her head
forward, taking almost all of his rigid cock into her panting mouth
in one deep suck. She started bobbing her head on him as he stood
there, watching his ravenous wife’s lust filled eyes cross eyed
on his cock as she sucked it greedily. ‘God, she likes to suck
cock now that she has been broken in by them,’ he thought!
She voraciously suckled his penis until she sensed he was close, then
pulled her mouth from his body and pulled him down to sit on the porcelain
throne. She pulled up her dress, and as he realized she had on no
panties, mounted his aching prick, taking it deep within her on first
penetration. She had been horny all right, she was as wet as he had
ever seen her.
The outer restroom door opened and two sets of footsteps walked to
the urinals. Though obviously listening intently, she never even paused
in her ravenous utilization of his body. Her teeth were biting her
lower lips as she neared her orgasm. He heard the sound of urine splashing
as she rabidly fucked his cock in the most lewd display of female
need he had ever experienced.
“My god LeRoy, that little Staci woman is hot! Did you see her
riding my cock while we danced?”
“Yeah Wade, you see her almost fuckin’ mine while we danced
too? Those tits a hers are incredible. You know, I think we could
ride her hard an put her away wet, bro!”
In the middle of her orgasm she almost burst out laughing as she continued
to rise and fall rapidly on his aching shaft. She smashed her lips
against his to smother her involuntary moans. Pulling up her top,
she guided his hands to her ripe breasts, smashing his finger and
thumb onto her steely nipples. He realized that her nipples were as
hard as his penis.
“Can you imagine riding that fuckin little white body , fuckin
her deep like only a Brotha can? Filling her slut cunt with our big
thick cocks while she cums and cums. I bet her little white dick husband
would want to watch that, don’t you? He looks to me like a man
would watch his wife get fucked by us niggas.”
“Yeah, watch us fuck his little white wife and then he clean
her out afta we be done. We out to ask her over after we leave heya,
see if she want some a our sugar. Learn what black cock is like! Now
we be talkin’!”
Her intense orgasms were clamping his cock inside her with a viciousness
he had never felt before. Her eyes were clamped so tightly shut as
her face was in the agony of orgasm that he could not hold his cum
back. As her pussy milked his cock savagely, he spurted all he had
into her needy wetness. Her orgasm continued on after his, still milking
him, still demanding her due. He began to feel the pain in the head
of his penis that post-orgasm brings when the stimulation does not
stop. His sensitive cock softened rapidly and as he pulled his hips
back, it dropping from within her. Her hand frantically replaced his
cock, and she frigged her self mercilessly as she listened to the
two black men talk about her body, what they would do to her, and
how much of a slut they hoped she was. The sounds of their water tinkling
just a few feet away from her as they talked about her body in such
graphic terms refueled her orgasm while they finished their urination.
The sounds of them shuffling as they returned their black cocks to
their trousers, then zipped up, triggered another cascade of orgasms
for her. She passed out in her husband’s arms as the two black
men turned to leave.
“Ya know, LeRoy, I already asked her out. Asked her to go to
the football game with me next Saturday in Eugene. She giggled, but
I could tell she was int’rested.”
“No shit, what’id she say?”
“She looked up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers and
giggled, ya know that sexy little chuckle a hers, and then she....”
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