“I’ll think about it,” she replied.
For now, Danielle allows her black lover to ejaculate inside of her during the safer parts of her cycle. When she’s ovulating, she tells Rakim that he should consider pulling out if he doesn’t want to impregnate her. He’s gone ahead and inseminated her during her ovulation a couple of times, but so far so good. Although the thought of my wife having a black baby is a little frightening to me, I have faith in Danielle’s judgment and I will welcome whatever she brings to our marriage.
Honestly, our marriage has never been better!
BLACK WHILE AWAY
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2014 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.
“How was it?” I asked as we lay in bed. I’d just made love with my 28 yo wife and she was looking incredible. True, she’d gained some weight, probably a good twenty pounds or so since the birth of our son, my wife still had an amazing backside and her boson was even bigger than before. No matter how great she looked, though, the way she just seemed to go through the motions bothered me.
“It was great honey,” Tara replied. My wife flipped her hair and looked into my eyes. “Why do you ask, baby?”
“I don’t know,” I answered. “It’s like you’re not into sex anymore.”
“Oh no, honey,” she said, and then she leaned in to kiss me. “It was a lot of fun.”
Not long after my recent boss left our corporation, my new supervisor began sending me around the country to handle deals with potential partners. As a result, I was away from home for a lot of the time, only returning to our house perhaps every two or three weekends at most. According to my supervisor, it was a short term situation that would resolve as soon as the company hired a new VP, but this had been going on for six months now without any resolution.
This had an effect on my love life. Initially, when I came home from one of my trips across the country, Tara and I were both horny and happy to get together. We would immediately start kissing and groping, and in no time we were jumping in bed to have sex. But I noticed that over time Tara seemed to lose interest, becoming less and less excited to see me. I guess I had assumed that my wife was getting used to having less sex and I wasn’t really worried about it.
Now though, I was starting to get concerned. She just didn’t seem to enjoy our sex life anymore, in addition to the reduced frequency. And I didn’t believe her reassurances.
The very next day, I found out the truth. I was about to leave on the plane for a business trip when I picked up my wife’s phone. I found a picture we’d taken on vacation years ago. Flipping through the photos in her phone, I was stunned to discover dozens of new photos of my wife with an African man. This guy was a couple inches taller than I am, quite brawny and very black. There were several pictures of my wife with that guy at a club. The two of them were kissing each other and she was sending her hands across his body. Worst, in one of the pictures that was obviously taken by him from above, my wife was on her knees gleefully blowing his enormous black dick.
While I was stunned by jealousy, although I can’t explain why, I guess the raw contrast of her pure white body against his black skin aroused me, giving me an erection.
I confronted my wife with the evidence. She knew she was caught and she admitted to everything. Over the past several months, my wife had been meeting guys at clubs, and she was also finding men by using an app. Tara admitted that she had three boyfriends who would service her through the week, and on some occasions she would see more than one guy in a day. Each of her lovers were intelligent, muscular black men with large cocks.
“I feel bad about cheating on you, honey,” she said. “But I feel lonely and these guys are giving me what I need. “ My job situation had created a sexual and emotional vacuum, and I’d more or less abandoned her for my job.
Now that everything was out in the open, Tara said that she felt a lot better because now she wouldn’t be cheating anymore. “My conscience is clear now,” she said. So, leaving my house for the airport on my trip, I left knowing that my wife was going to continue having sexual relationship with a large number of black men the entire time that I was gone.
Four days later, I got home after a long day meeting with a new potential client. I was alone back at the hotel, sitting at the table and typing notes. Normally I’d send my wife a Skype request around eleven o’clock, after our young son is in bed, but that night I was lonely and so I called her a couple hours earlier than normal. When I made the video chat call, she answered and the video popped up. I could tell that she was out of breathe. Not only that but her makeup was smeared and she looked like she was a bit tipsy.
“Is something going on?” I asked.
“Nothing, really. I have a friend over,” she said. In the background I heard the voice of a black guy saying some muffled words. The only word I could make out was “bitch.” My wife turned her head and looked aside, then giggled. “Jamal is here. We just got home from the club. Can I call you later?”
“But tonight is our Skype night.” The two of us, to keep our relationship close, tried to talk on the phone every day. The data cost to use Skype was high, so we limited that to just once a week. Since I’m usually free on Wednesdays, that was our night to see each other.
“Umm, I’m a little busy,” she said. I saw a muscular black man step into the video. The two of them started to kiss passionately, and as his hands caressed my bride’s see-through white blouse and blue jeans, my little penis began to stiffen. It was then that I realized she was keeping the phone in place for my benefit, giving me a wonderful view of the two of them. And that’s when I realized that I really wanted to see them having sex.
“Hey Tara, would you do me a favor and leave the cell on? Just set it down on the dresser and aim it at the bed?”
My wife paused for a moment. She glanced off the screen, probably looking to Jamal for his approval, and then she looked back at the camera. “That’s a lovely idea,” she said. The two of them made their way up to our bedroom, and Tara set down the phone on her nightstand. She put it at just the right angle, and it gave me a brilliant view of the action. I watched as the two of them moved to the end of our marital bed, and they sat down and began kissing. While the two of them engaged in foreplay, I dropped my pants and began to jerk off.
My eyes were glued to his strong black arms as they glided down my wife’s back, feeling up her soft round bottom. As they kissed they removed each other’s clothing. When I saw Jamal naked, I understood why my wife was so into him. The guy had a powerful athletic build, and right below his firm abs was a gigantic black dick. The thing had to be nearly a foot in length and as thick as a beer can. Tara was pressing her delicate white body up against Jamal’s firm chest as they kissed and dry humped, my wife’s little hands gently caressing his shaft and balls.
“Did you remember to buy the condoms?” Jamal asked.
“Oh shit,” Tara exclaimed. “I completely forgot.” Tara hesitated. “We really shouldn’t. My last period was two weeks ago. I’m really fertile right now.”
“Fuck, bitch.” Jamal laughed in disbelief. “You really done fucked up this time. How about you let me stick my cock in your tight little booty?”
“No, that’s okay.” She pulled Jamal close to her. “Just remember to pull out before you cum.”
He pushed Tara back down on the bed. Then he raised her legs over his
shoulders, aimed his giant cock at her wet womanhood, and he burst inside of her savagely.
“Oh fuck, baby, I love your cock,” Tara said. “It’s so big.”
“You love that black cock, bitch?”
“Oh, God! Yes, baby. I love your cock! It’s so much bigger than my husband’s tiny little thing.”
My wife was overcome with lust, groaning like a whore as she grinded her groin against him to receive his animalistic fucking. Jamal then lowered onto his elbows, his black barrel chest pressed against her soft white breasts as their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. I could see his tongue swirling around inside my wife’s mouth. She seemed in awe of her black lover, totally obsessed as his ebony spear repeatedly pushed deep inside of her.
When I heard Jamal groan, I knew he was near. He arched his back and tossed his head back. My wife lifted her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him to prevent him from pulling out. It was like she needed this amazing male specimen to fire his baby batter into her white womb.
“I’m cumming,” my wife cried. Jamal pushed his cock fully inside her, balls deep, grunting as he unloaded his ammunition inside my wife’s fertile cavity. I pictured his thick cock head pressed against her cervix, shooting rope after rope straight into her womb. My gut told me that she was being impregnated right then, that one this amazing black man’s virile sperm would undoubtedly find her eagerly waiting egg.
I watched her soft white hands roaming up and down his huge black shoulders and back as the last of his sperm seeped inside of her. I couldn’t take any more and I came myself, my semen squirting harmlessly onto the hotel room carpet.
The pair’s movements slowed down. Jamal’s huge cock was still far inside my wife as they kissed. Assuming the action was over, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. But when I got back to my cell phone, I saw that Jamal was pounding my wife again. The two made love for a second time, and I couldn’t help but notice my wife hunching her back and moving in sync with him. I’d never seen Tara anywhere near as excited and eager in bed. She had always been pretty quiet in bed with me and rather unresponsive, but here she was grunting loudly as he drove her into yet another orgasm. It was clear that Jamal’s big cock pleased her in ways that I simply couldn’t. He lasted a lot longer this time.
Next, my wife got on top of her black lover. While she rode him cowgirl, she faced away from me. I wanted to see her kiss him, but I loved seeing her hunching her groin eagerly against him. Jamal’s large black hands held her ass as she bounced on his enormous cock. She only lasted a few minutes before she moaned out again in a powerful climax. Next they switched to the doggy position. The two of them were on the edge of the bed near the camera, giving me a close-up of the action. I saw his big black ass and legs and my wife’s pretty white ass beneath as his thick black weapon violated my wife’s vagina. His big black paw was gripping her hair, violently pulling her head backward, and he was pulling it in rhythm with his fucking. His other hand was slapping my wife’s ass, and I could see red marks across her ass from his violent smacks.
Pounding Tara relentlessly, he was breathing heavily. I saw their combined juices covering his cock each time he pulled out. His huge black balls, filled with African sperm, were slapping against Tara’s legs. I noticed his pace begin to quicken and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Ahhh, fuck yeah, baby,” Tara moaned joyously. “Oh fuck, yeah baby. That’s right. Give it to me. Yes, yes, yes! I’m fucking cumming!”
Jamal let go of her hair and gripped her hips. He quickened his pace, pounding her furiously, violently. “Shit, bitch! Oh, shit! You fucking white little slut! You fucking white whore! Errgggg…” He pushed inside of my wife balls deep, and could see those huge testicles twitching, jerking as they pumped every ounce that precious sperm inside my wife’s pussy. Just then I reached my own orgasm, my little dab dribbling down my hand.
For a minute, Jamal held my wife in place. Then he gave her a playful slap on her ass and let her go. As that giant black serpent slithered out of her cunt, gobs of milky semen flowed out of her pussy onto our bed and down Tara’s creamy white legs. She turned to face the camera, giving me a look of pure bliss and total exhaustion. Without even speaking, she touched the screen and the call ended.
THE FIRST TIME SHE WENT BLACK
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2014 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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“You know how you’ve talked about watching me have sex with another guy?”
My blonde-haired, blue-eyed wife Jenny was lying next to me in bed. She was now twenty-eight years old and we’d had two children, but she retained the same perfect body she’d had in college. The two of us had just finished making love, and she gently stroked my chest.
“I think I’m ready to do it,” she said. “I’d like to try having sex with another man.”
Normally I need a day, or at least a number of hours in between erections, but my penis began to harden when she said that. Like many men, I’d always fantasized about seeing my wife fuck another man. For many years I’d encouraged her to try it but Jenny always seemed a little hesitant. In recent months we’d tried role-playing that I was her side lover. My wife seemed especially excited when we did that, and she came especially hard when we did that. I think it was probably the best sex we’d ever had in our eight years of marriage.
But that was just a fantasy, and I was surprised to hear her considering making it a reality.
“I’ve wondered what it would be like.” Jenny watched me closely, seeing how I would react. “Are you sure you’re fine with it?”
“It would be a fantasy come true,” I replied.
“But there’s one other thing,” my wife said. “Is it okay if the guy is black?”
“That’s fine with me.” Actually, the idea was a huge turn on for me. My penis had jumped back to life and I wanted to stick my little five-incher back inside her honey pot. I began kissing her and stroking her body. Jenny got on top of me in the cowgirl.
As she rode my cock, we talked about the ground rules. It would be a man that we both agreed upon. Jenny would have sex with him at our house, at least initially. Finally, Jenny and I agreed that she’d use rubbers with her lover. Neither of us lasted long, and after we both came, the two of us cuddled and fell to sleep.
I had assumed that we’d start trying to find for a lover for my wife. But as it turned out, Jenny already had somebody in mind. His name was LaDerek. The guy was a little bit younger than us, in his mid-twenties, and he worked at the local Wal-Mart. LaDerek was handsome, tall and muscular, with dreadlocks and dark African skin. As I think back on it, I remembered Jenny asking him questions about gardening and landscaping the last time that we were at Wal-Mart. Only then did I realize that she was flirting with him. I brought it up to her and she admitted that she’d found him very attractive. She also admitted that LaDerek had propositioned her a few times, but she’d always brushed him off by saying that she’d love to date him but she’s married.
It was about a week or so later that my wife went down to the store and approached LaDerek. They had a great talk. He against asked her out, and she surprised him by agreeing and inviting him back to our house. Jenny later told me that he seemed a bit concerned, but she informed him that her husband approved of the whole thing.
The following Friday night, I arranged for the kids to stay
the night at their aunt’s house. I stayed at home while LaDerek and Jenny hit the town, dancing and drinking. I tried to watch TV but I couldn’t concentrate, my mind focused on the image of Jenny getting fucked by LaDerek. It was actually a struggle not to masturbate, my penis was so hard, but I didn’t want to ruin what was about to happen.
A quarter before midnight, the two of them arrive at our house. My wife was giggling and I could tell by her behavior and voice that she was pretty smashed. Getting an up close look at LaDerek, I was in awe. The guy was nearly a foot taller than my wife, and she had to tilt her head up toward him as he leaned down to her. LaDerek’s big black paws roamed over her jeans, caressing that bubble butt of hers, and he kissed her neck.
Jenny’s hands ran across his t-shirt, feeling up his big muscles and huge shoulders. The two of them French kissed, and then LaDerek then looked at me. I was in my chair in front of the television set. I waved to him and smiled, letting him know that I approved of it. He didn’t respond to my gesture, though. Jenny took his hand and led him up the staircase to our bedroom.
I waited until I heard the bedroom door open, then I rose from the recliner and walked up the stairs. When I reached our bedroom, the two of them stood near the end of the bed. LaDerek still had his jeans on but his chest was bare, his shirt on the floor. My wife was wearing just her lacy bra and panties, and she was unhooking the bra. As the bra hit the floor, she pressed up against his chest. The lovers kissed again as she nuzzled her soft white body against his firm black frame. LaDerek’s big cock was caged in by his boxers, but it was straining against the material.
My wife lay down on the bed, the crotch of her flimsy panties soaked by her desire. I knew that Jenny was ovulating and she’s always wetter when she’s fertile. Still, I’d never seen her panties get soaked like that. LaDerek began to remove her panties and she lifted her hips, helping him slide them off and unveiling her blonde peach fuzz. LaDerek moved on top, her white hands caressing his huge, muscular back. Slowly the black man moved down her body, kissing her breasts and down her belly before eating her pussy. Jenny writhed, moaning loudly as her lover poked a finger inside of her cunt, his tongue flicking over her clit. Jenny’s face was flush red. “Oh God,” she cried, her stomach contracting involuntarily as she climaxed.
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