“Oh God, I’m close,” he said, starting to jerk his legs, thrusting inside my mouth. I knew I had to stop then. I smiled, rose to my feet, and pulled him toward the bed.
I probably should have demanded some cunnilingus, as an older woman has a responsibility to train a young man properly. But in the moment I wanted to make sure he didn’t ejaculate before we had intercourse, so I lay down and spread my legs, gently rubbing my clit. “I want to feel you inside of me,” I said.
Aiden had seemed unsure earlier, but now he was going forward with abandon. He didn’t seem to know where to put his knees at first, trying to put them outside of mine.
“Are you a virgin?” I asked.
He blushed. “I don’t… I don’t have much experience.”
I figured he was a virgin, but it didn’t really matter to me. He instructed him on how to bend his knees, and had him get down on his hands.
“I need to get it in first,” Aiden said.
I reached down, took his cock in my hand, and aimed it right at my entrance. He leaned forward and tried to push it in.
“Whoa,” I said. “Be gentle. A little at a time.” He was on top of me, looking down and smiling sheepishly. He began to slowly work it inside, wetting it a bit with each mini-thrust. It felt great as he went in further, deeper. I put my arms up around him, and I couldn’t help but grin. Our bodies were starting to move together in rhythm, enjoying the sexy fun we were having.
From the time he was fully inside of me, he probably only got in ten thrusts or so before he grimaced, pushed in balls deep and unloaded. I was a little disappointed as I hadn’t came myself, but we lay there together kissing and groping, and it wasn’t long before he was fully hard again. I then rode on top of him, having a long, slow fuck while rubbing my clit against his abdomen. I came that way, and then again when he took me doggy style, reaching beneath me to rub my clit as he fucked me.
When Aiden left, he said he’d call me but he never did. Honestly, I never thought he would, and I was fine with that. It was one little departure from monogamy and it made me feel good after what my husband did to me. Now that we’re even, I’m still haven’t fully gotten over what he did to me but I’m much closer to forgiving him. I never thought that cheating would help my marriage, but my little affair with Aiden may do just that!
THOSE BABIES LOOK BLACK
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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My wife Andrea and I are your normal suburban family. We’re both 32 years old and we have three kids. The one way that we’re a little unusual is that, while Andrea and I are both white, our children are dark skinned mulattoes. Often times people will ask me whether our kids were adopted. I explain to them that no, the kids are pure Caucasian just like me and my wife.
I remember when, a few months after our wedding, Andrea went on a vacation with her single girlfriends to Jamaica. Her friends are all pretty crazy and I knew they were hoping to hook up with some of the sexy black Jamaican natives. In fact, I even noticed a text message on my wife’s cell in which her friend Carol was discussing a handsome body builder from Jamaica she’d met online. The guy’s name was Christopher and she provided a naked picture of the guy. He was a dark skinned black man with dread locks, muscles and a big thick cock.
Andrea doesn’t like putting chemicals into her body so she uses a diaphragm for birth control. Whenever she packs us for a trip, my wife is careful to pack her diaphragm in her luggage. I guess it was a habit for her because for some reason she packed her diaphragm in her bag for Jamaica. Of course, she wouldn’t be in need of birth control on her trip because I wouldn’t be there, so I removed her diaphragm’s case and put it back in her dresser.
When the girls returned from Jamaica a week later, they were exhausted from their trip but there was a lot of whispering and giggling. On the night of her return, Andrea took out her diaphragm, inserted it and we made love. Unfortunately, no birth control method is perfectly effective. Perhaps she didn’t put the diaphragm in place correctly or something. I think that could be the case because, for some reason, her pussy felt unusually loose that night. Whatever the case, one of my sperm somehow got past the diaphragm because nine months later she gave birth to our oldest son Christian.
After our son was born, I couldn’t help but notice that his face looked a lot like that guy Christopher, the black Jamaican body builder in the picture that her friend Carol had shown her. I brought it up jokingly with Andrea and she immediately was very defensive and offended. My wife noted that while the child doesn’t look anything like her, either, she doesn’t doubt that she’s the biological mother. Honestly, I hadn’t even realized that. She had a good point and I was being ridiculous. Andrea is a very light skinned woman with fiery red hair from her Irish ancestry, and I’d heard stories about the Black Irish. Maybe the child had so many black features and black skin because he’d inherited a recessive gene of the Black Irish from my wife?
Two years after that, Andrea had a close girlfriend named Jenna, a neighbor of ours who lives a couple of houses down the street. I was at home watching TV one night while my wife was down at Jenna’s house. I was bored and went for a walk down the road. As I passed by Jenna’s house, I noticed Andrea standing on the back deck of Jenna’s place. She was drinking from a glass, probably alcohol, and standing next to a young black guy dressed in sagging jeans and a hoodie. My wife was backed up against the railing and she was smiling, having a great time talking with this black man. She was looking at him like she found him very sexy. I walked around the side of Jenna’s house and listened in to their conversation.
“No way,” the guy said. “I don’t use no rubbers. I’m clean.”
“I hate rubbers,” Andrea replied. “But you have to use one.”
“Why can’t I fuck you bareback?” the black guy asked.
“I’m not on any birth control. My husband and I use a diaphragm, and it’s back at home in my dresser.”
“Damn.” He paused. “That’s all right, I’ll pull out before I come.”
I heard the sound of the door to the deck open up, and then Jenna said something I couldn’t make out. Andrea and her black friend walked into the house. I quietly walked back to the road. I glanced around but it looked like nobody saw me listening in to their conversation, so I just walked back home like nothing had happened
My wife didn’t come home from Jenna’s house until after 1AM. Andrea claimed that she’d been up late watching a movie with Jenna, and she jumped into the shower. While she was in there, I pulled her panties out of the hamper. The crotch of the panties was soaked and coated with semen. I became very aroused by this for some reason, knowing that my wife had fucked that young black man.
I stripped off my clothes and joined my wife in the shower. We began kissing and fooling around, and my penis was very stiff. As soon as we got out of the shower, Andrea slipped in her diaphragm and we hopped into bed and had sex. Nine months later, my wife gave birth to a baby girl who we named Nevaeh. Although our daughter is definitely dark skinned with African features, this baby looked more like Amanda than anybody else.
It was a few years after that when my wife started spending time with some of the other mothers on play dates. One friend in particular, Kami, had a black baby daddy named Titus who was tall, strong and muscular. For some reason, Kami thought that our children
were mulattoes like her kids. When Andrea got pregnant with our third child, Kami asked me if I was happy to be having my first biological child with my wife – she didn’t realize the first two were my kids! When our baby boy was born and had dark, Black Irish features like my first two kids, Kami suddenly got angry and stormed out of the hospital.
My wife had no idea why Kami got so upset that our third child had dark skin and African features. manda said she has no idea why Katie just stormed out of the hospital and ended their friendship. Honestly, I think it might be because of the name. We named the baby boy Titus, the same name as her boyfriend, and gave the baby the middle name Junior. Honestly, Andrea told me that she just liked the name Titus and that Junior is named after her Uncle Junior. It probably didn’t help that Titus Junior is the spitting image of Kami’s boyfriend, just a few shades lighter. Whatever the case, we were very excited to welcome in a third child to our family.
When Titus Junior was born, my wife insisted that I get a vasectomy. “No more babies,” she said. Still, she asked that I not tell anybody about the procedure, not even our friends and family because even a vasectomy isn’t 100% effective and if it failed, she wouldn’t want people thinking poorly of her or thinking I’m less of a man. I agreed that was smart thinking, and I went and got snipped.
I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I have a beautiful, sexy wife and three beautiful kids. I guess I’ve been blessed with the luck of the Irish... the Black Irish, that is!
HER EX IS A BLACK GUY
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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“Did you hear he’s back in the area?” my wife Danielle said. She was standing near the stove, on the phone with her friend Allie while she stirred the pot of beef soup. “Of course I do! Rakim was my first lover and you never forget your first. We dated in high school for just a few weeks but my parents found out about it and they made me end it. They wouldn’t admit it but I know they didn’t the idea of their white daughter dating a black guy.”
At the time, I was watching television while sitting in my chair, but I couldn’t help listening in to their conversation in the other room.
“Oh yes, the rumors are true,” Danielle said, laughing. “Every inch of the rumor is true.” I knew that she was talking about the size of his manhood. Danielle had mentioned that Rakim sported a big, thick black cock, which she adored.
My wife didn’t often mention Rakim but I had always loved to hear about him. Back when we were just dating, Danielle once told me that she wouldn’t have premarital sex because it was against her religious beliefs. I backed off and, though we did eventually have sex prior to our wedding night, Danielle didn’t even let me feel her up until we had dated for half a year. Yet there was a time a few years ago when she’d had a few drinks that she admitted she’d given Rakim a sloppy blow job on their first date, and during the short period of time that they were together as a couple, she had sucked his cock almost daily.
“We had every intention of doing it, “ Danielle said into the phone. “But then one of the neighbors caught us right before it happened.”
I’d heard the story before so I knew what she was talking about. Her boyfriend Rakim took her to the movies at the drive-in theater. They weren’t doing much movie watching, though. Her black lover focused on getting those clothes off of her. They were kissing and Danielle was very eager to get his big cock inside of her. At the time she wasn’t on the pill, but she decided to take the risk with her handsome black lover. Just before Rakim put his bare black cock inside of her fertile young pussy, a neighbor of hers saw her boyfriend’s car. The racist neighbor flashed his flash light into their automobile and caught them in the act, preventing them from completing their desires. Later on, when the neighbor told her parents, she was grounded for months and they made her break it off with him.
“Oh, come on,” Danielle sounded surprised. “Look Allie, if I were a single girl, I would certainly be down for that but I’m a married woman.” She paused, listening to her friend’s response. “No, I really shouldn’t do that.” She paused again. “I agree that there’s nothing wrong with just talking, but Allie I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
I noticed at that point that my wife began to whisper. I no longer could hear what she was saying to her friend. About ten or fifteen minutes later, Danielle called to me.
“Kyler?”
“Yes, honey?” I replied
“Would it be all right with you if I go out and have some drinks with Allie on Saturday night? She’s having some serious issues at work and she really needs a friend to talk with her.”
I hesitated for a bit, not sure what to say. I felt fairly confident that she didn’t intend to meet with Allie, but rather wanted to have some drinks with Rakim. I felt a knot in my stomach at the thought of it, but at the same time I felt my little white penis hardening in my pants. I couldn’t see any real problem with her having some drinks and flirting with her high school lover. While I hadn’t heard everything she’d sait to Allie, I felt confident that she would be faithful to me even if she was very attracted to her black lover and had unfinished business with him. I told her fine, go ahead and do it.
That Saturday night, Danielle dressed up for her date with Rakim. I was quite aroused just watching her prepare herself for meeting her old boyfriend. I did notice that she put on a sexy bra and a matching pair of panties, and it was a set that I didn’t recall her ever wearing before. Then I noticed the price tags in the trash can, and I realized that my wife had purchased her sexy undies just for her date with Rakim. Danielle told me that she’d return home around ten but don’t wait up for her. Still, I figured that hanging out with her sexy black ex would get her amorous and that I could take advantage of that when she returned home, so I decided to wait up for her.
Danielle didn’t arrive home until nearly two in the morning. I woke up and heard the sound of her walking through the darkness in the direction of our bedroom. Her shadowy shape fell into the doorway, and then I saw her standing there holding herself up. It was obvious that she was smashed.
“Did you have fun?” I asked
She nodded.
“You didn’t drive home, did you?”
“No.” Danielle slurred her speech. Stumbling across the way, she removed her clothes down to her panties and then jumped into bed. Danielle pulled a sheet over herself, on her side facing away from me. I scooted up beside her. I smelled whiskey on her breath and a man’s cologne on her body. Running my hands across her body, I took her hands and moved her onto her back.
“I guess Rakim got what he wanted all along,” I said. “Was it good?”
“But honey,” she said. “I told you I was going out with Allie.”
“Yeah, and I heard your conversation with her.” I kissed her up her breasts, then I kissed her lips. “Was Rakim as good as you’d been hoping?”
As we cuddled, Danielle related the details to me. They met each other at a bar a couple towns away. The two of them had fun talking about old times and what they’d accomplished since then. Rakim kept ordering her more drinks, and she kept drinking. She noted that Rakim really got drunk for some reason, but she had too many and was wasted. Of course, she was intoxicated and couldn’t drive herself home, so Rakim offered to drive her back She was too drunk to drive, so he offered to drive her home. She was in the
passenger seat staring out the window, and didn’t really notice that he was driving to his house. As soon as they arrived, he pounced on her.
Danielle told me everything in detail. While she spoke, I was kissing my way down her tummy until I reached those panties. My wife raised her hips to assist me in removing them. I saw the crotch was wet and sticky, and there was the strong scent of semen.
That part was surprising as Dakota doesn’t take the pill, and we’d always used condoms when we had sex. My wife smiled, apologizing for that but insisting that Rakim refused to use a rubber. My mind went back to how she’d nearly let Rakim penetrate her bareback when they were kids. Finally, after all that time, these two lovers made it happen.
Danielle explained in detail how she’d blown his huge dick, and I went to town slurping on her sperm-soaked beaver. Sticking my tongue in deep, I sucked up a boatload of Rakim’s baby batter, trying to prevent a pregnancy. I gently pulled back her clitoral hood and licked her love button while she told me how incredible it felt to be penetrated by his black cock, the amazingly satisfying feeling of fullness that his mighty tool provided as he fucked her smartly.
“I don’t want to hurt your feelings or bruise your ego, honey,” she said. “But it was far and away the best sex I’ve ever had, no contest. I came with him eight times.”
Although it hurt to hear the truth, my little peener was harder than ever. Grabbing a condom, I quickly rolled one over my tiny member and slipped it inside her warm, loose cunt. I felt sure Rakim’s big cock had loosened her considerably, and lubricated her with his semen, and my condom-covered penis felt like it was swimming in a warm stew. While the lack of friction would normally be a problem, I was so turned on by the situation that I quickly exploded, blasting the reservoir with my sperm.
That was two months ago. Since that time, Danielle and I have been making love every day and we’re having some of the best sex. Rakim has told my wife that he’d like to be her side boyfriend and Danielle agreed. While I think it’s a wonderful development, I asked her to go on birth control.
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