While she was taking him in, I worked my way over to the dresser and pulled out the anal lube. While I was lubricating my cock, Kayla leaned forward and was kissing Amante again, slowly moving up and down on his gigantic cock. It was perfect as her ass was up in the air. I kneeled on the bed, put a dab of lube on her asshole and slowly worked my cock in.
“Unnnhhh,” Kayla grunted, her head to the side and laying now on Amante’s shoulder. “Oh, shit, be careful.”
I slowly worked myself in. I leaned down on my wife’s back, fondling her breasts as I stroked my penis in and out of her ass.
“Ohhh,” my wife moaned, clearly in total bliss. Amante was now moving his hips up, controlling the thrusts in and out of her. I could feel the movement of his cock inside of her as her penetrated her other entrance. I began kissing Kayla’s neck as I thrust inside of her ass. As the three of us moved together, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the natural order of things, the way God had actually intended things. My wife’s black lover with his enormous black cock filling her vagina perfectly and fully, complemented by her husband’s smaller white penis in her smaller, tighter orifice. All three of us moving together in rhythm, in a frenzy of lust.
“Shit, bitch,” Amante grunted. “I’m almost there.” His powerful black hands held my wife’s hips in place so that she couldn’t move away, making her vulnerable white womb defenseless against the imminent onslaught of his black sperm. Instinctively, I reached down behind his legs and lightly massaged his balls, coaxing them to release their superior seed.
“Give it to me, baby,” Kayla pleaded.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Amante screamed, thrust violently with his black weapon, pushing it impossibly deep inside my wife. I was still massaging his balls, and I could feel his testicles jolting, jerking as they erupted, blasting my wife’s womb with millions of his virile sperm. I could just picture in my mind those millions of African baby makers swimming inside of Kayla, searching for her eggs. I couldn’t take it anymore. My penis popped, squirting my seed harmlessly into her shitter.
Ever since that night, Kayla has become addicted to black cock. My wife still has sex with Amante a few times a month but her primary lover is a guy named Darius, who is also tall, muscular and black. In addition, she now has a couple of black fuck buddies who stop by late at night to please her. I’m so proud of Kayla for becoming open sexually and learning to become open to new experiences. Our sex life is better than ever, and she lets me have sloppy seconds after she’s with her lovers. I love that almost as much as she does, but my real hope is that she’ll let me join her in a threesome again!
MY HUSBAND’S BLACK BOSS
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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Over the last year, I’ve been cheating on my husband. I know what you’re thinking, that I’m a terrible person for doing it, but he doesn’t know about it and it isn’t hurting him in the slightest. In fact, he’s happier than ever.
I met my husband Evan back when we were in high school. He was a virgin and I wasn’t very experienced, having only dated three other boys. But I’d experienced enough to know that my husband’s six inch penis, while able to bring me to orgasm, didn’t feel anywhere near as great as the boys with larger equipment. Not only did they feel better inside of me but they were exciting just to look at them, to feel their size and heft, and to adore his manliness as I took him in my mouth.
Still, Evan excelled over the other boys in another way – he was willing to be my boyfriend, not just a lover. He’s a kind soul with a good heart and that’s more important than sexual chemistry and orgasms. At least it was until about two years after we were married, when I was twenty-three-years old and laying in bed after another unremarkable sex session. Although I loved my husband, I felt faintly bored and almost disgusted by the thought of a lifetime of boring married sex. I was happy to have Evan as a companion and I loved our two kids, but I dearly missed the powerful lust, the intense sexual need and satisfaction that I’d felt with my masculine lovers in my younger years. I missed feeling alive.
One evening, Evan and I went to a business dinner with some of his co-workers. As he took me around the room, shaking hands with everybody, one man truly caught my eye: a tall, handsome black man in an Italian suit with a gorgeous tie. He seemed to be around thirty and he was sipping on a cocktail while chatting with a striking young woman in an evening gown. I could see the look of attraction and even awe in the woman’s eyes as she spoke with him.
“That’s Derrick,” Evan said, gesturing vaguely in their direction. “He’s my boss.”
When my husband walked over and got his attention, Derrick turned and looked my way. When he met my eyes I felt a strong physical attraction to him. He briefly checked me out and then walked up to me with a smile. “I’m Derrick. You’re Evan’s wife?” His voice was deep and gravelly, and he sounded black.
“Yes,” I said, hoping that my attraction to him wasn’t noticeable. Still, I could tell his attraction to me was strong as well, and I was so wet that I was beginning to soak my panties. I remembered how my husband told me the office gossip about Derrick being a womanizer and a well-equipped one at that. As we made small talk, with Evan to my side, I was picturing him naked and I could tell that he was thinking the same.
When we got home that night, I was eager to get in bed with Evan. When he was on top of me, I kept asking him to fuck me faster. I pulled his hips against me, trying to get more sensation out of his penis, but I realized that the problem was the size and not the speed. But my fantasies of Derrick helped, and I almost managed to sneak in an orgasm before Evan’s little peener sprayed spit its juice into the condom. After Evan dozed off, I played with my clit and managed to bring myself to a strong orgasm as I dreamed about Derrick’s thick black dick penetrating me.
One night the next week, I got a call from a number I didn’t recognize. But the caller ID said that it was Evan’s company so I answered it. It was Derrick.
“I’ve been thinking about you ever since we met,” he said.
“Really?” I said playing coy. “What do you mean by that?”
“Can you honestly say there wasn’t a connection there?”
“I’m a married woman,” I replied. “And you’re my husband’s boss.”
“I could make life very easy for Evan. We have a project going on at the Denver office that should last through the end of next year. I offered it to him today and I believe he’s the perfect man for the job. It would provide him with a substantial pay raise and great experience. The only downside is that there will be a lot of travel. He’ll have to alternate between two weeks here in Nashville, then two weeks in Denver.”
“That sounds fine but I need to talk with him about it.”
“Of course,” Derrick said. “But how would you feel about having Evan away for two weeks out of every month? I know it could be scary being all alone in your house, late at night, without a man in your bed to protect you. If you’d like, I’ll be willing to stop by your house while he’s gone and make sure that everything is okay.”
“That’s a very generous offer,” I said, flustered. Was he talking about home security or something more?
“I’m a very generous man,” he replied. “I’m here to please. If you’d like my services, you can call this number – it’s my cell phone. Unless I hear f
rom you, I’ll take it that you’re fine the way things are.”
Just then, I heard keys in the front door. Evan stepped into the house.
“I gotta go,” I said. “We’ll talk again later.” As I hung up, I realized that maybe I shouldn’t have worded it that way – I didn’t intend to commit to sleeping with him while my husband was away!
When I talked with Evan, he was happy to tell me about the job opportunity that Derrick had offered him. Although he knew I wouldn’t be happy about having him away for half the month, the pay raise and the future promotion opportunities made it an offer he couldn’t refuse. I told him that I agreed, it was a great opportunity and he should take it. That night I was positively giddy, just thinking about carrying on an affair with his sexy, handsome boss.
We started packing Evan’s clothes. One week later, on a Saturday afternoon, I kissed Evan goodbye at the airport as he flew out to Denver. A couple hours after I got home, I received a call from Derrick.
“What do you have planned tonight?” he asked.
“I don’t have any plans. Just an evening at home with my kids.”
“I’d like to take you out to dinner.”
“I can’t,” I said. “The kids are going to bed and somebody needs to be in the house with them.”
“I’ve hired a sitter, Jane, who will watch the house while we’re out. Tell the kids that you’re going to spend some time with an old friend of yours. I’d like to take you to Theodore’s Bistro. I have reservations for 7:30 so I’ll be there at seven.”
I was stunned but I’d heard great things about Theodore’s, the most exclusive restaurant in the area. From what I’d heard, a dinner for two would cost around $400. So I figured, why not? “Okay… All right, I’ll see you then!”
I dressed in a smart blouse and black skirt with white stockings. Derrick pulled at seven in a Bentley. We dined at Theodore’s outside on the deck and I had a wonderful time chatting with him as I drank wine and dined on lobster thermidor, and he slipped his hand up between my legs. On the way home, he stopped at a little cove that was popular when I was a kid as a make-out spot. We kissed for a while and he fingered my pussy through my panties. When we got to my house, he paid the sitter and sent her home.
In my bedroom, Derrick slowly took off his clothes, hanging his shirt and pants on hangers in our closet. I briefly worried that Evan might find it and I made a mental note to make sure that he took all his things when he left. I finally got a view of Derrick’s chest and saw that he was in great shape, and I loved that he had tattoos on his body. But even more impressive was the huge erection between his legs. It had to be ten inches long. He stepped over to me and when he touched me, I melted at his touch. I literally lost my breath as his strong black body pressed against mine, his thick cock pressing against my skirt. I inhaled his delicious scent as he slowly removed my blouse and bra. I unzipped my skirt and removed my panties, and now we were both naked.
“Bend over the bed,” he instructed. That surprised me – I was expecting that he’d want oral sex first – but I quickly did as he requested. My pussy was sopping wet, and when I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and his cockhead pressing against my pussy.
I suddenly realized that I should have asked him to use a condom. I’d gone off the pill when we tried fo our first child and I immediately got pregnant. After the birth, we switched to condoms until it was time for the second, and again I became pregnant that first cycle. We were still considering having another child soon, when the time was right, so we stayed with the condoms. Years had gone by, though, and we still hadn’t tried for another. I realized that I would just need to ask Derrick to pull out when he’s done.
As his cock pressed against my moist womanhood, spreading apart my folds and pressing apart my vaginal walls, I was surprised at how amazing it felt. Although the boys I’d been with before my husband were larger and felt better, they were nothing like this. The feeling was one of pure pleasure, and when I felt Derrick slap my ass cheek, the pleasure was paired with stinging pain. I moaned in pleasure as he fucked me hard. His balls were slapping against my ass and I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my cervix. My box was pulled taut, my clit rubbing against the sheets as we moved, and I was soon experiencing a powerful orgasm that send slivers of pleasure through every inch of my body. He rolled me over, spooning me. He fingered my clit as he kissed me, and soon I was moaning through our kisses. I orgasmed that way and again in the missionary position. We finished in the woman superior position.
As I rode him cowgirl, I was thrusting my hips down hard against him. He was breathing hard and his chiseled chest as glistening with sweat. “I’m about to come,” he said. “Yeah, I’m gonna come.”
I don’t know what got into me at that moment. I knew that I should have stopped right there since I wasn’t on birth control but I wanted, even needed to feel him finish inside of me. I pumped my groin as fast as I could. I saw his face contort and he grunted as he grabbed my ass hard, threw his head back and climaxed. I felt his huge cock grow even bigger as he shot his baby batter deep inside of me. As I slowly rode on his still-hard cock, kissing him, I wondered if I might be pregnant right then.
I saw Derrick three nights that first week and four nights the second week. Then Evan flew back home from Denver. When I met him at the airport, he kissed me and told me how horny he was. When we got home, we went straight to the bedroom even though it was still the morning. I reached into the dresser drawer, pulled out a condom foil and ripped it open. I confess that I felt a little guilty as I slowly rolled the rubber down over his little penis, knowing that I’d spent the last two weeks taking his boss bare inside of me. But I lay down on my back and allowed him to rub his thing inside of me, and in a matter of minutes he squirted into the reservoir. He simply couldn’t compare to a man like Derrick, but I felt good having given him his due. We cuddled together while he told me about his trip. All the while, of course, I was thinking about the great sex I’d shared with Derrick.
STRANDED UP THE MOUNTAIN
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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I heard cracking beneath me and felt my body fall. “Oh God,” I cried, panicked as I fell into the frigid water. It was February and the river near the cabin had frozen over. Although my feet hit bottom, I was in water up to my chest. I flailed my arms, trying to keep myself from going under the ice.
“Ella, no!” my friend Zoe screamed, her hands to her face. Her husband Jim reacted quickly, jumping off the snowmobile and running over. He lay down on the ice and reached his hands out to me. I grabbed on tight and he pulled me out of the icy water.
I was shivering in my soaked snowmobile suit as we walked back to the cabin. My husband Christian had taken our Kia down the mountain to get some additional supplies. Unfortunately, there was no cell reception in our area of the mountain so there was no way to contact Christian and let him know what had happened. When we reached the cabin, our friend D’Vaunte was standing in front of the fireplace. Although a fire was burning, the room was still cold.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes,” Zoe asked. She had me strip naked behind the couch, then threw a thin blanket over me. It wasn’t very warm but at least it was dry.
“What happened?” D’Vaunte asked.
“Her snowmobile broke down,” Zoe explained. “She was
walking over to us and must have been on a weak spot on the river. She fell through the ice.”
“Damn,” he said. “Those blankets aren’t going to do much to warm her up. Until Christian and Tanner get back, all we have are the two sleeping bags. Do you have a change of clothes?”
I shook my head, still shivering. Unfortunately, my sleeping bag and extra clothes were in the Kia.
“Why don’t you unzip my sleeping bag and use it as a blanket?” D’Vaunte offered. “You’ll get warm that way.”
“And I’ll make you some cocoa to help warm you up,” Jim said.
It was a great idea. Between the fire, the cocoa and the sleeping bag, I warmed up considerably. After that we spent a couple hours sitting around the table playing cards. When it got late and it was time to go to sleep, we realized there was a problem. There were only two sleeping bags – one for Zoe and Jim, and the other was D’Vaunte’s. My sleeping bag was in the car with Christian.
“Zoe, maybe you and I could sleep together?”
She looked at her husband, then back at me. “I’d really like to sleep with Jim tonight.”
“Hey, don’t worry,” D’Vaunte said. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“No, you don’t have to do that,” Zoe said. “She needs body heat from another person to help keep her warm, especially after what happened. You should share the sleeping bag. You don’t think Christian would mind, do you?”
“No,” I said. He wasn’t the jealous type. But personally I was worried about how I’d react. I’d always been attracted to D’Vaunte and I didn’t want to risk anything happening. Especially since my clothes were soaked and I’d be sleeping in the nude.
With the first down low, we slipped into our sleeping bags. D’Vaunte was wearing nothing but a pair of black silk boxers when he slipped in next to me. As I lay there on my side, I felt him put his arms around my stomach, cuddling me. Aside from his breathing, there wasn’t any sound except for the wind blowing through the trees and the wood popping in the fire. Soon, though, I noticed the sounds of heavy breathing and quiet kissing coming from Zoe and Jim. It became pretty obvious that they were making love. The two of them were always pretty open about sex and had an open relationship, so I wasn’t totally surprised. There had been occasions where Christian and I had made love in the same room when Zoe and Jim did, but given the current sleeping situation it was a little odd.
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