Willie, by working under the table, had largely succeeded in avoiding paying child support for most of his children. Honestly, I always loved hearing the stories about Wild Willie and admired his free-living ways. His current wife believes that he’s faithful, but according to Shantelle, she’s heard that when he’s out “visiting his other children,” he actually goes out bar hopping and skirt chasing with some of his grandsons.
“I would love to meet him,” I said to her. “I’ve heard so much about him. He’s kind of a legend to me.”
Shantelle just rolled her eyes. “Yeah, he’s a real legend, Jimmy. He’s a legend at leaving his children with no father. But hey, if you want to meet him, that’s fine with me. He’s coming over tonight for dinner. Why don’t you come over?”
Nicole and I agreed.
When we arrived at Shantelle’s house, Willie rose up from the recliner in the living room. He was wearing a nice suit and a tie. He was wearing reading glasses and smoking a pipe, and he smelled like sweet tobacco. Willie stood tall but he walked with a limp, probably due to arthritis at his age. He had a twinkle in his eye and seemed very fond of Nicole.
I wasn’t surprised that he liked Nicole. My wife gets attention from men all the time, being a twenty-seven-year-old beauty with curly blonde hair, and although she didn’t quite lose all of the weight after the birth of our daughter, she still had an attractive womanly figure. Nicole seemed very flattered by the attention he was giving her, and they exchanged playful banter throughout the night. At one point, while I was in the family room talking with Shantelle and the kids, Nicole and Willie had a private conversation near the refrigerator. Just by reading their body language, I could tell there was mutual attraction between them.
That night in bed, Nicole and I were together in bed and talking about the day. I asked her what she talked with Willie about in the kitchen.
“Oh, you know, he was flirting with me. He wanted to know if he could spend some time with me. You know, alone.”
“Wow. What did you tell him?”
“I told him I’d talk with you about it.” She ran a hand down my back. I felt my penis harden at the very thought. I’d never seen her with another man before, and certainly not a black guy.
“Really? Would you like to have sex with Willie?”
“He’s a really sexy guy. I’m not surprised that so many women want to sleep with him. He just oozes charisma. He’s the kind of guy that a woman wants to sleep with, not just has to because they’re dating. And I’ve always been curious about black guys, too.” She ran her hand across my crotch. “Is it something you might be open to, honey?”
Nicole and I talked about everything. We agreed that she could sleep with Willie as long as I could watch. We’d invite him to come over every night of the week. And then I added one more condition that especially excited me. “I really don’t want you to use birth control with him.” We were trying to have another baby and we knew that Nicole was just about to ovulate, so that week she would be fertile.
“You want me to get pregnant by him? To have a black baby?”
I really wasn’t sure what to say to that. “No, not really. But I want to take the risk. And any man that turns you on like that, who turns on women like that… a guy like Willie, he shouldn’t have to use any birth control. It just seems wrong to me, almost disrespectful to him. He deserves the chance to impregnate as many women as possible. It’s his right.”
“I agree,” my wife said. “You said before that if I dated another guy and got pregnant, it would be okay as long as the guy looks like you so nobody would know. But if the baby is black, everybody will know I cheated on you. You’d be okay with a black baby?”
“Now that my mother is passed away, I’m okay with it.” My mother had died a year ago and my father had never been a part of my life. Now that I didn’t have to worry about what my mother would think, I was totally open to it. Nicole’s sister always dated black guys and she had a black baby, so I knew her family would be okay with it.
“All right, honey. I promise you I won’t use any birth control with Willie.”
The next night, Nicole had her first interracial experience. Willie drove over to our home. I was sitting in a chair in the corner of our bedroom and watched while Willie serviced my wife. His black cock was thick and easily nine inches long. He was fully erect when he arrived and it stayed hard for a good hour. (I assume that he was using Viagra or something.) That first encounter was incredible and it only got better throughout the week.
I loved watching Nicole sucking on his cock. She wasn’t used to taking such a large dick in her mouth, but she got better every day and by the end of the week she was almost able to deep throat him.
I learned that Willie didn’t perform oral sex. Most of the time he just fucked her doggy style, slapping her round white ass as he rode her. He liked to suck on her breasts and he did missionary a couple of times, but he said it hurt his back. No matter the position fucked in, he gave Nicole multiple orgasms every time.
Nicole was generous in her praise of his large cock. It felt great inside of her and it touched all the right places. Even better, it was so thick that it stimulated her clitoris with each thrust. I could tell from her bodily reactions that her orgasms were much stronger than with me, and he was pleasing her far better than I ever did. During the week I would masturbate while watching the action, giving Willie every chance at fertilizing my wife.
At the end of the week, Willie returned home to Arizona. A couple weeks later, my wife started feeling nauseated, and a pregnancy test simply confirmed the good news. Months later, Nicole and I got even more good news – Nicole was pregnant with twin boys!
When Nicole told Shantelle about the pregnancy, she was pissed and they didn’t talk for weeks. Happily, the two of them made up before the birth. Shantelle was there to see the birth of her beautiful new half-brothers.
Having three kids was a lot for us to afford on our incomes, so Nicole had her tubes tied in the hospital when she gave birth. Although the baby factory is now closed, my wife is hoping that Willie will visit again so she can spend some more sexy time with him. And I hope so, too!
ANYTHING FOR HIM
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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When our DVD friend Sebastian called our house, I could tell that my wife Riley really like him. She dressed in her naughtiest clothes, openly flirted with him, and just acted like a horny single girl.
My wife and I are in our thirties and we’re both have a high sex drive. Riley doesn’t feel comfortable buying pornography online and she wanted to view DVDs. Luckily we knew Sebastian, an attractive man in his forties who I met at a bar downtown, and he knew well our particular fantasies and fetishes. Our favorite movies are MFM threesome videos (two men and one woman), and he supplied us with some great titles from his large collection of videos.
Riley often admitted she would climax quickly when she fantasized about another man making love with her, and she even admitted that Sebastian was one of the primary objects of her fantasies. I couldn’t blame her really, as he’s tall, handsome and very charismatic. He gets lots of women, and he gets them easily.
Recently, when Sebastian brought us a threesome film that he said was especially hot, Riley asked him to watch it with us. I was surprised that she asked him that, and surprised th
at he agreed! My wife was overjoyed as she sat down on the sofa next to Sebastian and I played the movie.
On the screen, two men who both looked a lot like Sebastian were aggressively undressing a woman who looked a lot like Riley. Moments later, I saw Sebastian slipping his hand up my wife’s skirt and feeling her inner thighs. On the screen, the two men were were well-endowed and expertly fucking the housewife. One of the guys pulled out of her and came on her belly while she smiled and looked on, and I turned and noticed Sebastian and Riley kissing passionately on the couch.
I watched as Sebastian slowly caressed my wife, her body moving instinctively with his touch. He undressed her until she was just wearing her panties. They stood up and embraced, and Sebastian reached down to fondle her ass cheeks. I could tell she was totally turned on by the way her upper chest was turning red, and her quickening breathing. He kissed down her neck and sucked on her large brown nipples.
I removed my clothes and I was standing there slowly stroking my cock. I normally like to have it lubed up to masturbate but I was doing my best, needing some kind of relief as my five inch penis was hard as steel. The show was just too hot and I needed desperately to blow my load.
Sebastian removed her panties and had my wife lay down on the couch. He was standing above her, his cock a solid eight inches long and thick. He pulled apart my wife’s legs and eased the head of his manhood inside of her slit. I watched up close as his thick cock moved in and out between her pussy lips, and her clitoris moved a bit, rubbing against his shaft with every inward thrust. They switched positions and I loved watching them making love. I put my penis up to her mouth and she took it inside. It was a half-hearted blowjob, though, as she was clearly focused on the pleasure she was receiving from Sebastian.
Back in the missionary position, Riley was laying on the couch as Sebastian drove his thick cock deep inside of her, firmly holding her wrists in place as he pounded her ferociously. My wife came hard, her back arching as she cried loudly in ecstasy, just as Sebastian pushed himself in deep and filled her with his sperm.
That was just our first time together. Riley loves dressing up in sexy lingerie for him. She also allowed me to take her anally, and we’ve had a number of encounters where Sebastian takes her vagina while I fill her backside.
“Sebastian’s cock is perfect for vaginal sex, and your penis is small enough for anal,” Riley said.
It was a backhanded compliment to be sure, but it was the truth!
DON’T TELL MY FRIEND!
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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“Hey Chris, we have another person coming for dinner,” my wife Amanda said. “Jessie’s son, Ethan, will be in town for the weekend.”
Jessica is my wife’s best friend. At 34, she’s eight years older than my wife. She had a child when she was fairly young. Although Amanda lived a rather normal life, her friend Jessie was “wild.” Jessica enjoyed hearing her single friend’s stories of sexual adventure, living vicariously through her.
“That’s fine, honey, we have plenty to eat,” I said. “Boy, I haven’t seen Ethan in forever.”
I’d only seen Ethan a few times when he was barely a teenager. He was the product of a brief sexual relationship between Jessie and a sexy black guy who supposedly was now serving time for double homicide. Ethan had his father’s dark black skin. And if some of his unfortunate teenage escapades were any indication, he always had his father’s propensity toward violence.
Jessie arrived first at our house, bringing wine, cheese and crackers. She explained that Ethan was running a bit late but he’d be there soon. When he arrived ten minutes later, I was surprised at how Ethan had turned out. The young man was at least 6’2 with broad shoulders and a strong, muscular frame. He was wearing spicy cologne and expensive designer clothes, including $400 sunglasses and pair of jeans that I knew cost $500. The boy had his mother’s good looks but with a strong jaw, chiseled cheekbones, and strong eyebrows.
I noticed that Amanda seemed very attracted to her friend’s son, and I caught her stealing glances every time that Jessie wasn’t looking.
Over dinner and wine, Ethan explained that he’s attending college a few hours away from us. Amanda asked if he had a girlfriend. He replied that he didn’t have a girlfriend per se, but he’s dating a number of different women. I could tell by the way that my wife was moving her legs that she was very turned on by our handsome young guest.
At a certain point, it became clear that Ethan had imbibed a bit too much. Jessie was unhappy about it because they had each brought their own cars and she didn’t want him driving while intoxicated.
“Hey, that’s not a problem,” Amanda said. “He can spend the night here. Right, honey?”
“Oh sure,” I said. “That’s no problem.”
We gave Ethan a couple glasses of water and some ibuprofen to stop him from having a hangover. After Jessie drove away, my wife took Ethan upstairs to put sheets on the bed. She then took some blankets out of the hallway closet and brought them into his room. I heard their voices up there, a little laughter and some whispering, followed by long periods of silence.
Finally, Amanda came downstairs. “He’s in bed,” she said. “I’m sure Ethan will be fine.”
Amanda and I watched a little TV, then went to bed ourselves. I thought I was going to get some action, as normally happens when she gets turned on by another guy. But this time she said that she wasn’t in the mood. I rolled over and went to sleep.
An hour or so later, I woke up. I looked over and noticed Amanda wasn’t in bed. I noticed that the bathroom light wasn’t on, so I started to get concerned. I got up and opened our bedroom door. When I did, I could hear voices down the hallway in the guest room. I walked up to the guest room door, quietly turned the door handle and opened it just a crack.
The room was lit by the light from the full moon shining through the windows. Amanda was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing just her white slip with matching panties. Ethan was next to her wearing only a pair of white briefs. I couldn’t help but notice the impressive bulge he was sporting between his legs.
“Look, Ethan, I really want to sleep with you,” my wife said. “If I weren’t a married woman, I definitely would.”
“You’re married, not dead. You’re still a woman with needs.” He ran his hand slowly up her leg. “What he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him.” He kissed Amanda’s neck, and she closed her eyes and angled her neck back. She ran her hands over his powerful back as she received his kisses. His hands moved across her body, then up her slip. My penis was rock hard, straining against my pajama bottoms. I pulled them down to my knees and started tugging on my shaft.
Amanda and Ethan kissed passionately. Soon her slip was on the floor and she was laying next to him on the bed. He removed her panties, then he crawled on top her, kissing her stomach and then up to her breasts. Once fully above her, they began kissing again.
Amanda stopped him. “I want to suck your cock.” She pulled down his briefs, unleashing his black monster. “Oh, my God Ethan,” she said, looking up at him as she stroked his mighty manhood. “That thing is huge!” She put her mouth on the head. Amanda hardly ever gave me a oral pleasure, but she eagerly serviced her young black lover. He moaned his approval, then said, “okay, lay down.” Amanda complied and slightly parted her legs.
Ethan aimed his big black cock between her legs. I was shocked that she wasn’t asking him to use a condom. Amanda and I use condoms every time for birth control, as she’s not on the Pill. I thought about interrupting them but I knew I couldn’t, so I watched helplessly as the head of his black monster penetrated my wife’s sopping wet vagina. Slowly he inched his way deeper inside.
Amanda breathed heavily, sighing. “God, it’s so much bigger than my husband’s!”
Soon Ethan was fully inside of her. He held himself up with his muscular arms, slowly thrusting, his ass cheeks clenching with each forward thrust.
“God, baby, it feels so good. It’s so thick inside of me, I feel so full,” Amanda said.
After a while, he picked up the pace, pounding her violently. I heard his balls slapping against my wife’s ass over the sound of the squeaking bed springs. Amanda was groaning like a whore.
“Keep doing that,” she said. “You’re hitting the right places.”
Ethan leaned down and they kissed wildly. Amanda lifted her legs up, locked them around his waist as her arms held tightly around his muscular shoulders.
“Ungh, I’m cumming! Eeeerrrrgh!” Amanda whispered loudly. She was clearly trying to suppress the sounds of her moaning, but the pleasure was too intense. “Oh, God! Oh, God! I’m cumming again!”
A minute later, Ethan had his own climax. “I’m cumming, bitch!” His ass cheeks clenched. He’d pushed deep inside of her, holding it deep, and with a few mini-thrusts he filled her with his baby batter. I could see Amanda smiling as he leaned down and they kissed again. I quietly closed the door and returned to bed.
I thought that Amanda would soon sneak back into bed, but I heard more noises coming from the guest room. About a half hour later, I heard the shower running in the guest bathroom, along with more groaning and grunting. It had to be a good two hours before my wife slipped back into bed with me, sexually exhausted.
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