At that point, I decided to leave them alone and return to skiing. I finally met up with my wife for dinner. She had a contented, well-fucked look on her face. She said that her black ski instructor had fucked her three times that day and he wanted her to spend the night with her tonight. I reminded her that she wasn’t supposed to neglect me for him. She said she wouldn’t, but asked if it would be okay to spend the night with him. Reluctantly, I agreed.
Ava kept her word. We made love every day for the remainder of our ski trip. In addition to her time with me, she was also fucking Ray-Ray two or three times a day. I never brought up what I’d heard going on in our room, and she never mentioned that she allowed Ray-Ray to shoot his semen inside her. But the thought of her getting fucked expertly by that well-hung black athlete drove me wild with lust, and I could only last a few minutes before my balls would explode, blasting the condom’s reservoir with my seed.
We’ve been home a few weeks now and we’re both totally satisfied after our vacation at the ski resort. The two of us have memories that will last us a lifetime. Ava learned how to ski and also learned the incredible pleasures of interracial sex. One development, though, is that Ava’s period is a couple of weeks late. We both know my wife would never have an abortion, and she’s really worried what people will think if she were to give birth to a black baby. I’m worried, too, but also excited about the possibility. I just can’t keep my hands off of Ava these days, I’m so horny!
BARE WITH THE BLACK PAINTER
by Polly Andrea Busch
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My name is Jackson. A few weeks ago, Madelyn finally convinced me to hire someone to repaint some of the rooms in our house. She called a painter who was recommended by a friend of hers. When the guy arrived, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The painter was a tall, dark-skinned black man by the name of Darnell. The guy was very professional as he explained everything to Madelyn, but I could tell that she found him very attractive. I must admit, the guy was handsome and well-built with broad shoulders. He wore overalls with paint splatters, but he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath and it showed off his incredible physique. Darnell said he’d charge $1500 to do the three rooms.
“What do you think, honey?” she asked. I replied that the price seemed a little high to me, and I suggested that we get a second quote.
“The price is fine, Jackson,” she said. “You get what you pay for. My friend Cheyenne says he’s very talented and thorough, and he did a great job in her bedroom.”
Cheyenne was single and had a thing for black guys, and I wondered if Shy was talking about his painting skills or his sexual talents. But I agreed that if Madelyn wanted to hire Darnell, I was fine with that. He would get the job done that week starting Monday. Since Madelyn works from home, she’d be there to supervise him.
That Monday morning, I noticed that my wife put on a sexy bra and matching panties, and she put on some nice perfume. When I left the neighborhood on the way to work, I saw Darnell driving up into our neighborhood in his truck. I decided I should probably stick around and watch to see what was going on. I called in sick to work using my cell phone, drove around town for a half hour, and then returned back to my neighborhood. I made sure to park a few doors down, then I walked up to the back door of my home. In our bedroom window, I heard voices and saw some shadows moving.
Sneaking into the house, I quietly walked up the stairs to our bedroom door. It was open just a crack and I looked inside. My wife was standing right next to Darnell. The black guy wasn’t wearing his overalls this time, just a nice clean button-up shirt and jeans. Madelyn’s shirt was off but she still had on her red bra and jeans. Darnell was fully clothed as they embraced.
“I’ve always had a thing for white girls,” he said.
“Cheyenne gave you a very nice review,” my wife said. “She said you have a huge cock and you really know how to use it.”
“Yeah,” Darnell replied, nodding. “I love you married white bitches. You’re just down to fuck a guy with a big cock.” He reached down, unbuttoned my wife’s jeans.
“You prefer married women?” Madelyn shimmied out of her jeans, exposing her see-through red panties.
“Oh, definitely,” he said, running his hands all up and down my wife’s body. “I don’t need to worry about them expecting a commitment. And the best thing is I don’t need to worry about birth control.”
Madelyn unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Then she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and removed his pants. He was wearing white briefs with a massive bulge up front. Her eyes grew large when she saw that.
“Damn, Shy didn’t exaggerate. You’ve got a huge cock!” She grasped his waistband, pulled down his briefs and freed his dick. That thing was at least eight inches long and thick as a beer bottle.
“God, I love it!” My wife pumped the base of his cock with her hand and lowered her mouth onto his cock. She’s an incredible cocksucker and I knew she was flittering her tongue all over his head. Darnell seemed to enjoy that, running a hand through my wife’s hair and moaning as she blew him.
“Lay down, bitch,” he said. They laid down together and kissed with Darnell on top of her. Her dainty white hands held his powerful broad shoulders against her, and her legs wrapped around his waist. His cock wasn’t inside her yet, but was against her crotch, rubbing against her clit as he dry humped her. This went on for a good minute before he leaned back, lined up his cock at her entrance, spit on his cock to wet it, then pressed it inside of her slit.
“Damn, Darnell,” my wife said, her breathing fast and her eyes wide. “Take it slow, baby. Your cock is so big!” She breathed out deeply. “Shit, baby! I’ve never been so full!”
“You got a nice tight cunt,” he said, pounded her hard. Madelyn groaned as he thundered inside her pussy. “Fuckin’ your nice, white pussy.”
Madelyn was moaning, nearly crying in pleasure. “It feels so good!” My wife slipped a hand between her legs and diddled her clit with a circular motion. “I’m coming!”
Darnell brought my wife off three times before he finally reached his own climax. His back arched as he groaned. I saw his balls riding up, his taint and sack tensing repeatedly as his cock pumped Madelyn’s pussy with his sperm. She was smiling, then she kissed him passionately as they basked in the sexual afterglow.
At that point, I sneaked my way out of the house, jumped in my car and drove around town until it was time to arrive at home. When I showed up, Madelyn greeted me with a huge smile, a bounce in her step, and a contented look to her. She pointed out what a great paint job Darnell had done. I replied that the painting was amazing, but I wanted to know if the black stud was as good as Cheyenne had suggested. She gave me a startled look, blushed, and then smiled. “Even better!”
GOING BLACK AT HER CLASS REUNION
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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“This will be so much fun, Mason,” my wife Emily said to me as she put in her earrings. “I just can’t wait to see all my old classmates again.”
My wife was excited to go to her ten year high school reunion. At twenty-eight years old, Emily was still a beauty with a girlish figure – despite having given birth to our two kids. And she had a great job, too, working as a registered nurse at a nearby hospital.
“I hope you have a blast, honey,” I said. “I wish I could go with you.”
We’d been planning to attend the reunion all year. We’d gotten a room at a nice hotel in the city where a number of her old classmates were staying, not only for Friday (the night of the reunion) but for Saturday as well. However, our daughter felt sick and I needed to stay home with the kids for the weekend while my wife attended the reunion.
Honestly, I didn’t mind skipping out of the event. I didn’t know those people – she did. The only thing that bothered me was knowing that Tyrone would be there. There’d always been a strong attraction between Emily and Tyrone, but Emily’s parents didn’t allow them to date. Emily once confessed to me that her biggest regret in life was that she didn’t sleep with Tyrone when she had the opportunity.
While Emily was in the bathroom getting dressed, I checked her toiletry bag. I was shocked to see that she’d packed her diaphragm for the weekend. I knew she’d be ovulating that weekend, and she’d need it if she were going to have sex. But was she planning on having sex with Tyrone or some other guy from the reunion? That’s when I realized she probably packed it into her bag days ago when we still believed I was going. Since she wouldn’t need her birth control, I removed her diaphragm case from her toiletry bag and put it in her dresser drawer where it belongs.
Emily got in the car and drove out to the city. While she was gone, I made dinner for our kids. I was wondering what was going on at the reunion. Finally, long after the kids were asleep, just before 11 at night, my wife called me.
“Hi, honey, I miss you!” Emily’s words were slurred and she’d obviously had a bit to drink. “I’m having a great time at the reunion. I had a great time catching up with a bunch of my old friends.”
There were some female voices in the background giggling. I couldn’t make them all out, but I swear I heard one of them saying, “Did you tell him about Tyrone?” So I figured I would ask.
“What about Tyrone?” I asked. “Did you see him?”
“Oh yes, he’s here. And he’s looking reeaallyy good. He’s single and he was hitting on me. He asked if I would stop by his room tonight.”
Emily just paused.
“Okay,” I said. “What did you say to that?”
“I said I’m a married woman and I really shouldn’t unless my husband says it’s okay.”
Another pause.
“So you’re asking me if I’ll approve of you sleeping with Tyrone?”
“Well, no, I wasn’t asking that. I’m… Are you saying that you’re okay with that?”
I paused for a moment and thought about it. Although I felt jealous at the idea of it, I also found it a big turn on. “It’s up to you, honey.”
“Really? You’ll let me spend some sexy time with Tyrone tonight?”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” I said. “You can party with Tyrone. I just wish I were there to watch it happen. But it’s your reunion, honey. What happens at the reunion stays at the reunion.”
“Oh, goody! Thank you so much. You’re the best hubby in the whole world!” I heard female voices talking in the background and more giggling. “I have to go, honey. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”
When Emily hung up the phone, I realized that she was going to have sex with Tyrone. I also realized that I’d forgotten to mention condoms, and how I’d slipped her diaphragm out of her toiletry bag. I thought about calling her back, but then I realized that I should just let it go. She was an adult and I trusted her choices.
About half an hour later, I got a call from Emily. I answered the phone but she wasn’t there. Obviously she’d pocket dialed me, and I could hear what was going on.
“I’ve been waiting for over ten years to do this,” my wife said.
“Me, too,” Tyrone said, his voice deep and black. I heard the sounds of clothing moving around, as well as kissing.
“I want to taste your cock in my mouth,” Emily said. “Oh, my God!”
“You like that, huh?”
“Oh my God! Your cock is just huge! It looks like ten inches long and it’s so thick, like a coke can. And your skin is so black and muscular, baby. You have a perfect body. You must spend all your time in the gym.”
At that point, I realized that Emily hadn’t pocked dialed me. She was describing everything in detail for my pleasure, and I really appreciated that.
“Yeah, you like black cock?”
“Mmmm, let me suck on that.” In between the sounds of Emily sucking, she was very vocal in describing what happened. My wife mentioned how hard it was to take his big cock down her throat, but she kept trying.
Tyrone fucked my wife in doggy style, cowgirl, and then missionary. My wife described how amazing it felt to feel his thick cock inside her pussy, and how much better it felt than her husband’s tiny little penis. Honestly, my five inch penis is probably pretty average, but I found her words to be embarrassing but also exciting. She moaned and groaned loudly, and four times she cried out in orgasm. Finally, in the missionary position, Tyrone blasted Emily with his sperm. My wife described how she felt his cock getting even larger just before he came, how his cock twitched as he filled her. She claimed she could feel his warm semen splashing inside of her and then dripping out of her and down her leg.
“I love you, Emily,” Tyrone said. “I’ve always loved you.”
“I love you, too, Ty,” Emily replied. Then the phone call ended.
My wife called me the following night. She said she’d slept with Tyrone three times already that day and she was planning to stay the night with him again. It was far and away the best sex she’d ever experienced, and Tyrone’s cock felt much better than mine. Not only could Tyrone get her off more times, but each orgasm was stronger. Although it felt a little painful to hear her words, I did appreciate hearing the truth and knowing she was having a great time at the hotel.
They continued having sex until late Sunday when she drove home. After we put the kids to sleep, we went to bed. Emily pulled out her diaphragm case from the dresser, inserted it, and we made love. Her body was tired, her pussy loose and slick with her black lover’s semen, but she told me dirty details from her time with Tyrone and I was so excited that I soon shot my load into her well-used cunt.
My wife said Tyrone only lives a couple of hours away from us and she’d like to see him regularly. We’re still working out how to do that, but we think it would be a fun way to spice up our love life. It certainly has so far!
HER BLACK ENCOUNTER ON VACATION
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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This past winter, I went on vacation with my wife Isabella at an all-inclusive resort in the Caribbean. I figured having everything paid would make the perfect get-away, allowing us to spend the whole ti
me sipping on cocktails and hanging out. Isabella’s parents agreed to take the kids for the week, so just the two of us were able to hang out.
Everything started great, relaxing in the pools and having a great time. But on the second day, Bella went to get a massage in the spa while I sat by the pool drinking Mai Tai’s. She was supposed to return in an hour and a half, so after a few hours I started to worry. Finally I rose up and went to the spa to find her.
On the way, I passed by one of the bars. From the corner of my eye I saw Bella sitting there with a handsome black man. The guy had dark skin, hair in cornrows, and a muscular body. He wore only a pair of shorts, mirrored sunglasses and flip-flops. From what I saw, their conversation seemed flirty and I could tell by the way she was sitting that she was attracted to him.
I walked over to the two of them. When Bella saw me, she seemed surprised. “Hi, honey. Jorell, this is my husband Connor. Connor, this is Jorell, my masseuse.”
Jorell stood up, towering over me by nearly half a foot, and he grinned while giving me a firm handshake. “You are one lucky man,” he said in a thick accent. “You have beautiful wife.”
I thank Jorell for his kind words, then he excused himself to get back to work. I sat down next to Bella at the bar and ordered a drink.
“Jorell is such a great masseuse,” Bella said. I could tell that she was pretty drunk. “He’s amazing with his hands.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet he is.”
“What does that mean?”
“I saw the way you were looking at Jorell. You want to sample his black cock.”
“He’s a very sexy man, that’s true. But I wouldn’t cheat on you, honey.” Bella put her hand on my crotch. “I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t approve of.”
That wording was strange. As we talked, I learned that Jorell told Bella that he enjoys sleeping with white women, especially married ones. They come to the island looking for exotic romance and he’s happy to grant their wish. According to him, some of the husbands allow their wives to have sex with other men while they’re on vacation.
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