Once or twice a year, Lester would stop by our house to see his daughter. I’d always assumed that would be the extent of his involvement with Emily. But now he wanted her to have another of his children.
“But honey,” I said defensively. “I thought we were going to try for our own baby?”
“I know, Michael,” my wife said. “But Lester and I only have a girl. He wants to try for a boy. You’ve been a great father to our daughter but Lester pointed something out. He’s concerned that if we have our own children, his daughter might be treated second-best. That wouldn’t be fair.” She put a hand on my leg. “I want our children to have the same mother and father. It’s the best thing for them. You understand, don’t you?”
Although I wasn’t happy about it, it made perfect sense. I agreed to her plan.
After Emily gave birth, we’d used condoms for birth control because we were planning on trying for a child. She was tracking her cycle and we knew she was starting her ovulation that night. The timing was perfect, so she invited Lester over our house to spend the night. When he arrived, in a matter of minutes they were in our bedroom and their clothes on the floor.
Lester ran his large black hands over Emily’s thin frame. I was impressed at how muscular he was for a man in his forties, with huge biceps and broad shoulders. His cock was nearly a foot long and as thick as a vacuum hose, fully erect against her belly. They kissed wildly as they caressed each other’s bodies.
“Suck my cock, bitch,” Lester said.
Obediently, my wife dropped to her knees. She took his large cock into her mouth, her eyes wide as his huge cock went into her mouth. “It’s so big,” she said. “I’ve missed your cock so much.” His cock was so big that she could only take half of it in her mouth before she would start to gag. Her hands were on his ass cheeks and his legs, worshipping his powerful black body as she pleasured him orally.
“All right, bitch, that’s enough.” He pointed at the bed. “Let me fuck that white pussy.”
Emily eagerly complied. Although she was always telling me what to do, she was totally submissive with her black stud. Her knees were bent and her legs wide open, eager to receive Lester’s mighty cock. He spit on his cockhead to wet the tip, then ran the length of his cock up and down her slit. As he did, I could see just how deep inside of her his mammoth cock would go.
“Please, baby,” Emily pleaded. “I haven’t had a real cock in me for years. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Tell me you need my black cock.”
“I need it, baby. I fucking need that black cock!”
Lester pushed his cock inside of her, inch by inch. My wife put her legs up around his waist, and they began kissing passionately as his thick black weapon relentlessly assaulted her wet, fertile cunt.
“Oh, God, Lester,” Emily said, her face a mix of pleasure and awe, her face and chest red and sweaty. “It feels so fucking good. It feels…” Her head rolled back and she moaned as a powerful orgasm coursed through her body. She praised his cock, how large and thick it felt, and how it hit all the right places, as he put her through three more orgasms before changing positions.
“On your knees, bitch,” he said. She quickly did so and he slapped her ass. “I’m gonna fuck you like a dog, you white bitch.”
Emily’s back was straight, her arms fully extended as Lester began jack hammering her fertile cunt. My wife’s eyes were rolling back in her head as she groaned in pleasure. “It’s going so fucking deep,” she sighed. Lester’s hands were holding her ass cheeks as he fucked her, occasionally stopping to give a loud, stinging slap to her ass cheeks. Her ass was bright red, with his hand marks welted onto her.
“Face down, bitch.” Lester reached down and pushed her shoulders down so that her face was right against the bed. Emily’s face was now right against the bed, moaning in pleasure as he fucked her magnificently.
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit, bitch,” Lester said. “Oh, shit, I’m cumming!” As he said that, Emily was announcing an orgasm of her own. Lester pressed balls deep inside of her, jerking violently as he ejaculated deep inside my wife’s womb, flooding her with his black sperm. Lester leaned down and she turned her head to kiss him.
“I’m going to be pregnant, I know it,” Emily said. Although I don’t know for sure whether he impregnated her that night, he bred her for four straight days before he left. Sure enough, a pregnancy test confirmed that Emily was pregnant. Nine months later, she gave birth to another baby girl. Although Lester is happy to have another child, he still wants to have a boy. Emily is still sore from giving birth but in a couple of months, she will be ready for another breeding session. Personally, I can’t wait until she’s healed so that I can roll on a condom and have sex with her, too!
DOCTOR’S ORDERS!
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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My name is Brayden. For the last couple of months, my wife has suffered a nagging pain in her side. Samantha is a pretty twenty-five-year old blonde, and she’s far too young to have these kinds of issues. At my urging, she finally went to the doctor. Her primary care physician left to work at a hospital in the city, so she decided to try a new doctor at our local doctor’s office.
Samantha went to Family Medicine and saw Dr. Tonell Johnson, a handsome and athletic black doctor who recently started working there. One of my wife’s friends had mentioned over cocktails that she had slept with Tonell and he was an amazing lover and well-equipped, too.
When Samantha told me that she was seeing Dr. Johnson, I wasn’t surprised but I felt a little concerned. Although she’d told me that she’d never been with a black guy, Samantha had confessed that she’d always felt a strong attraction to black guys. “They’re just so masculine and sexy,” she said.
After going to see Dr. Johnson, Samantha seemed especially pert and happy. I wondered what had gotten into her. She said that she was happy to learn that the medical issue was minor and could be controlled with medication. Still, she said, she had additional checkup appointments with the doctor. When I prodded her, she admitted that she found the doctor very sexy and, if she weren’t a married woman, she’d have been interested in dating him.
On a Wednesday morning, I had to get up early because I had a meeting in the city. Samantha, though, had a doctor’s appointment so she stayed in bed late. I kissed her goodbye and drove off to work. Imagine my panic, though, when I realized that I’d left my laptop (with my presentation on the hard drive) at home! I quickly called the office, informed them of the situation, and turned back toward my house. When I arrived at my driveway, I was surprised not only to see that Samantha’s car was still in the driveway but that there was a Mercedes Roadster parked right next to it. When I tried the door in the garage, I found it was locked. Curious, I slowly slipped my key inside the lock and turned it.
Once inside, I could hear voices coming from down the hallway. I stopped and listened. It was Samantha’s voice and a deep, masculine voice. In my opinion, it sounded like a black man’s voice, and the voices were coming from the bedroom. I tiptoed my way over to the bedroom door, turned the handle gently, and opened the door a crack.
Samantha was standing next to the bed wearing nothing but her silky white bra and panties. A tall, athletic, dark-skinned black man was wearing a blue button-up shirt and jeans. He had his hands around her waist, kissing her, a
nd the crotch of her panties was soaked through.
“I can’t, Tonell,” Samantha said, gently rebuffing him. “I’m a married woman.”
“It’s okay, baby,” he replied. “A married woman is still a woman. You have needs. Unbutton my shirt.”
My wife stood there for a moment.
“Unbutton my shirt,” he repeated. Looking directly into his eyes, Samantha walked up to him and followed his command, unbuttoning his shirt from top to bottom. When she was finished, he threw his shirt onto the floor.
“Now get on your knees and take off my jeans,” he ordered.
Samantha unzipped his jeans and tugged them down to the floor. Tonell wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his large black cock sprung out. It was fully erect with a large purple tip that glistened with pre-cum. My wife looked in awe at his manhood as she took his mighty black serpent into her hands and began to pump it. “It’s so big,” she said with a broad grin. “You’re huge!” He put his big black hands into her blonde hair, forcing her face into his manhood. Then she lowered her mouth onto his cock and began taking it deep inside her mouth, worshipping it with her tongue. Tonell was moaning as he received her ministrations. I could see the contours of his cock through her cheeks as she pleasured his powerful phallus and massaged his large black testicles. She wasn’t able to take all of him inside her mouth, but my wife is an expert cocksucker and she managed to get a good six inches inside of her without gagging.
Samantha pulled her head back and looked up at Tonell. “There are condoms in the nightstand.”
Tonell walked over the nightstand and opened the drawer. “What the fuck?” he said, holding up one of my snugger-fitting condoms. “These are for small guys.”
“My husband’s penis is only about five inches long. Regular condoms are too roomy for him and they slip off.”
“Yeah, well I can’t use that,” he said, holding his thick erect rod in his hand. “I need Magnums.”
“I don’t have any of those. I’m not on any birth control and I’m right at the worst time of the month for getting pregnant.” She hesitated. “I don’t know…”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll pull out.” He grabbed Samantha, then pulled her on the bed on top of him. They were kissing wildly, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Finally my wife took hold of his cock, aimed it at the entrance of her womanhood, and allowed the head of his black cock inside of her. She began moaning as she slowly hunched her groin down, inching his throbbing black erection deeper inside of her delicate white cunt. As she rode him in the female superior position, his hands were on her round ass and they were kissing passionately.
“Oh, God, Dr. Johnson… I’m cumming!” My wife groaned loudly, arching her back as a monstrous orgasm rolled through her. Soon after, Tonell rolled her over into the missionary position and began pounding her hard. I could see her wet pussy pulled tight as a drum around his thick member, and his balls slapping against her ass with every mighty thrust. Samantha’s head was rolling from side to side, moaning in ecstasy as her black lover put her through four additional orgasms.
“I’m close, baby,” Tonell said. His paced quickened even further and Samantha began to moan, staring directly into his eyes. “Oh, yes, baby…” Samantha’s legs went up around his waist and she locked her ankles. As Tonell groaned his release, I saw my wife’s legs tense up, holding his cock deep inside of her. I saw his ball sack twitching and the barrel of his black cock pulsing as it fired load after load of semen deep inside my wife’s fertile cunt. She kept her legs locked as they kissed wildly, the last of Tonell’s sperm fully filling my wife’s snug beaver and seeping out onto the sheets.
I haven’t told my wife what I saw that day. She’s been far more interested in sex recently and I’m horny as well. When we make love, I know that we’re both fantasizing about her getting fucked by her well-hung black lover, and I fill the condom in no time flat. It’s been such a boost to our marriage that I think I’ll let her keep thinking she’s getting away with it!
MY WIFE’S BLACK LOVER
MOVED IN WITH HER!
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2015 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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Last year, I lost my job. I tried to find work in the area but after six months I started applying to any decent job, no matter where it was located. I finally found work in my career field but it was out of state, nearly four hours away from our house. Since our children are in school, moving was out of the question. We decided that my wife Betty would stay in our home with the kids and I would rent a room at a motel until I could find work closer to home. On the weekends, I came home to visit my family. It was great seeing my wife on the weekends – it was like we were dating again.
I was gone a few months when I heard some rumors from our neighbors suggesting that Betty was spending time with a guy. I didn’t believe them, in part because Betty isn’t the cheating kind but also because they said that the guy was black. Betty had never expressed any interest in black guys; in fact, she would sometimes make disparaging comments about black people.
One weekend after spending the weekend with Betty, I went into the closet to get some extra shirts. When I saw stunned me. It was filled with a man’s clothes and shoes, and they weren’t mine. Then I went into the bathroom and I found razors, shaving cream, cologne and other items that weren’t mine. I even found a picture on her iPad showing her embracing and kissing a tall, muscular black guy in our kitchen. It certainly appeared that a man was living there.
When I confronted Betty about it, she admitted everything. She told me that when I was unemployed she felt bad about our relationship and became emotionally involved with a guy named Tyrone. Although she didn’t plan for it to happen, their relationship slowly evolved into a physical one. When I moved out, they began actively dating during the week. Tyrone would often stay the night and he began slowly leaving things at our house. Finally, after a couple of months, she invited him to move into our bedroom full-time. On the weekends, he would sleep at his apartment.
I asked her what she was going to do about it. She said that, now that I knew what was going on, Tyrone would be staying their full time. She said that it was disrespectful to ask her boyfriend to leave his house on the weekends, and now that I knew their secret there was no need to hide anymore. She demanded that I move into the guestroom while we worked on our marriage and she decided what she wanted to do with her life. I asked her if he was better in bed than me. She confessed that she had the best sex of her life with Tyrone, and his penis was eight inches long and very thick. Although he didn’t eat pussy and she enjoyed receiving cunnilingus from me, getting fucked hard and good by Tyrone wasn’t something she would ever want to give up.
While I was gone that week, I had trouble concentrating at work. My wife was trying to decide whether to continue our marriage while she was getting penetrated masterfully by a huge black stud. I was very nervous but also incredibly aroused, and I must have masturbated a dozen times. When I was speaking with Betty on the phone and told her that I found it strangely arousing, she sounded both happy and relieved. She was hoping that the three of us could work everything out.
That Friday after work, I decided I would drive all the way back to my home. After making the long drive, I finally reached my house at ten at night. Only my kids were home. My oldest daughter said that Mom and her boyfriend wer
e out on a date and that they should be home soon. She said that Tyrone was now the man of the house and that from now on I would be staying in the guest room. “Good night, daddy,” she said, kissing me goodnight as she went to bed.
About a half hour later, Betty and Tyrone walked in through the front door. My wife’s hair was messed up and her makeup was smeared, and her boyfriend had his arm around her waist. They were pretty giddy and I could smell alcohol on them.
“Nice to meet you,” Tyrone said, shaking my hand. “We’ve moved your stuff into upstairs guest room. I hope you don’t mind.” Betty nodded. Then they started kissing and groping each other for a couple of minutes.
I’d never seen her look at me the way she looked at her black lover – a look of pure desire. “Let’s go to bed,” Betty said to him. Then the two lovers made their way up the stairs and into my old bedroom.
I waited downstairs for a few minutes, then I made my way up to the guest room. It’s adjacent to the master bedroom, and through the walls I could hear my wife giggling and muffled words from Tyrone. Soon I began to hear her moaning deeply. “Yes… Yes, oh God… Yes, baby, right there.” I could hear our marital bed squeaking as they fucked. “Your cock is so big,” she groaned. I could make out her words and heavy breathing clearly, even though the headboard of our marital bed was pounding violently against the wall. “It’s so wonderful. I love fucking you!”
I couldn’t take it. I turned off the hallway light, slowly opened the bedroom door and watched them. From the moonlight coming through the windows, I could clearly see their silhouettes. Betty was on top of him, her hands on the headboard, thrusting her groin violently up and down on her lover’s cock. His huge black hands were holding my wife’s ass. Still gripping the headboard, my wife threw her head back and screamed, “Oh, mother fuck, I’m cumming again!” By my count, this was the fourth time I had heard her announce an orgasm during this fuck session. The most that I’d ever been able to manage was to get her to cum once, but her black stallion was apparently giving her to powerful orgasms with ease. He moved his black hands up to her breasts. She seemed to be holding her breath, then squealed out the last of her climax. Finally she collapsed on top of him and they kissed passionately.
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