Sunday, 25 January 2015

The Idea

Less than a year ago Tim my husband and I had been married six years and were getting along great. Upper middle class, we had just about everything. I had just turned thirty-one and Tim was forty-four. Tim is 5'8" and quite handsome with his salt and pepper hair. Tim is also a workaholic banker and a great provider. While Tim is no hard body and a little pudgy, he isn't fat. Tim is very adventurous and it was that adventurous spirit of his that I fell in love with. Tim is always hungry to try new things. Sex was very good and with Tim, creative. 

I met Tim at work, when I was fresh out of college with a masters. Tim was older and different from the college boys I had dated. Mature and grounded with a hidden undercurrent of rebel, I fell for Tim immediately. I was no virgin and had dated two guys seriously during college. The first guy was my high school sweetheart Jimmy. Jimmy and I lost our virginity to each other in our freshman year. Jimmy needless to say was very inexperienced. Missionary was the only position he liked and no matter how many times I wanted to try something new we always ended up with me underneath. At least with Jimmy he was enthusiastic. 

Jimmy and I broke up in our senior year when I found out he was doing my roommate Jan. After Jimmy I met Robert the hippie. Robert was shall we say laid back. We dated for two years. Sex with Robert was good, especially oral, but infrequent because Robert preferred drugs. Robert and I dated till I graduated. After applying and getting a new job in a different city I packed my things and moved out. We were both ready for the change and I never saw Robert again. 


Tim literally swept me off my feet. Sex was great during the courtship, every night a new position. I don't consider myself a sex maniac or a slut, but there is a little devil in me that likes to have fun, so Tim and I were a good match. Tim asked me to marry him six months after we met and we married a year later. After we were married sex was still exciting but Tim started working more and my career took off, leaving little time for each other. I guess it was during our third year that things started changing. One night after work, Tim brought home a DVD with a bottle of wine. 

"I think it's about time we start spicing thing up Susan," I remember my husband saying. 

The DVD was a porn movie, my first. I loved it. I felt like I was at the bedroom door looking in and it really excited me. Tim and I didn't even wait till the movie ended before we were making love. Soon the DVDs became routine and so did our life. Monday through Friday we worked. Friday nights we join friends for dinner and drinks. Saturday Tim would spend the day playing golf with his friend. I would hit the gym, shop or lay out by our pool. Saturday night was DVD night. 

About half way through our fourth year Tim suggested I get a boob job. We were watching one of our porn movies and Tim noted that all the actresses had implants. Tim said bigger breasts would look good on my 5'6" frame. I was a small B-cup with pretty large nipples so it took very little prodding from Tim. A month latter I was sporting large C-cup breasts. The implants also had the effect of making my rather large nipples more pronounced. Almost immediately things between Tim and I changed. Tim became much more attentive. Especially about the way I dressed. Tim was always after me to go bra-less, to show more cleavage and to wear revealing cloths. Tim told me he really liked it when other men stared or flirted with me. Tim said it made him proud to have a woman that other men wanted. I have to admit Tim didn't have to push me very hard. I loved the way men looked at me after the boob job and what woman doesn't like to be attractive to the opposite sex. 

One Friday when I got home Tim was waiting with this tiny little white dress and some six inch pumps. Tim wanted to go dancing that night and told me to put on the dress. Tim was on his fourth glass of wine and buzzed. The dress had a scooped neck line that barely covered my breasts and it was backless. I tried the dress on, it was skin tight and very short, barely covering my butt. My panties were clearly outlined and with no bra my dark nipples were protruding through the material and were quite visible. 

"Jesus Tim I can't wear this, I look like one of those porn-stars from the movies. I mean I can't even wear underwear with out showing the pantie lines and if it were any shorter my butt would hang out." 

"I wanted to go to that club in Austin and do some dancing, we won't bump into anyone there. I want to see the reaction of all those guys in the club. I want you to give them a raging hard on babe." 

"You know Tim your starting to worry me, I don't mind the movies and a little exhibitionism, but this is getting perverted." I really was just joking, but Tim thought I was serious. 

"Come here. Perverted? I'm not perverted, lots and lot of other guys want to see their wife with other men. Come to the computer let me show you something," he slurred as he finished his fourth glass. 

"What did you say Tim?" Tim had never mentioned that he wanted me to have sex with another guy much less that he wanted to see me with them. 

Tim sat down in front of the computer, did a brief search and pulled up a site. 

"Read this, I'll get us some wine." 

The site contained numerous stories that were sent in by anonymous writers. The first story Tim had me read was about a married couple who took a vacation to the Virgin islands. While there the husband encouraged his wife to have sex with this incredibly hung black man. I was half way through the story when Tim returned with the wine. 

"What did I tell you Susan, you see other guys feel the same way." 

"Tim this is just one story and it's obviously fantasy." 

"Really, keep reading, read the next story." I had to admit the first story left me turned on so I read several more stories. Each story was a little different but the theme was the same. All the stories were interracial and in each case the black man was a superior lover to the husband. The sex was always the best the woman ever had and in the last story the wife had let the black man impregnate her. I thought that was rather kinky, yet at the same time a turn on. The other underlying theme was that the husband always consented, although sometimes reluctantly. I rubbed my legs together, I was wet. 

When I finished reading the stories I joined Tim in the bedroom. The stories had made me quite horny, so I jumped on Tim and started fumbling with his pants. 

"Reading about all that black cock has you turned on, huh Sue?" 

"Well the stories were hot. Do you feel like some of those husband's. I mean would it really turn you on to see me make it with a big black stud," I teased as I felt his penis go hard. 

"I'm not sure. Thinking about it does turn me on. How about you? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to make love to a well hung black man." Tim's dick was rock hard instantly, I squeezed him harder. 

"I still think there just stories Tim, those guys can't all be hung that big."

"Oh yeah then look at this." Tim jumped up from bed and went to the closet were he took down a shoe box. Opening it, he removed several DVDs' and placed one in the player.

"What's this," I asked.

"Just some movies I have."

"Have I seen them before."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I didn't think you would like them, now enough talk, lets look at the movie." I could tell Tim was drunk so I didn't pursue the point.

Climbing into bed Tim turned on the player. Surprisingly it was the first time that I had seen a black man making love to a white woman and was it hot. The black man's cock was easily twice the size of Tim's penis, both in length and thickness. Now I'm not naive, but the way the woman was reacting it was hard not to believe she wasn't enjoying this magnificent man. Tim slipped his hands between my legs and began rubbing my clit.

"Wow some one is really wet. Notice the girl she kind of looks like you." I hadn't really been playing close attention to the woman, but on closer look there were similarities. The woman was medium height, brown hair and brown eye's. I might of been a little taller, but our bodies were the same. My mind was reeling as Tim and the film brought me to my first orgasm.

"I guess, she sort of does, although she Anglo."

"Okay, she still looks like you, same body and I bet your wondering what a big black cock like that would feel like. Look at him fuck her, can you imagine what that feels like." The woman seemed quite young maybe early twenties and she was taking every bit of black cock the stud had to give her.

I couldn't wait any longer and pulled a condom off the night stand and rolled it over Tim's dick. Then straddling his penis I slipped it into my inflamed pussy. For the first time in my life I fantasized that it was the black stud from the movie that was fucking me. I came hard a second time as Tim too came. Rolling off of Tim I continued watching the movie. A few minutes latter Tim was snoring. My pussy still tingled and was very wet. That night, watching the movie I diddled myself until I came a third time.

The next morning I woke up and Tim was off to his golf game. Brushing my teeth, I thought about the night before. I had so many things to think about. First, there was the revelation that my husband harbored this fantasy about me having sex with another man, a black man at that. The second thing dealt more with my feelings. For the first time I wondered what it would be like to have sex with a really well endowed black man. Were the myths true, were they better lovers, what did a big black cock feel like. Remembering Tim's box, I looked for it in the bedroom.Tim had put the box back in the closet. Taking it down I opened the box and discovered six movies all starring the same woman. The woman that looked like me. The woman's name was Spring Thomas and she seemed to have this thing for black men and very big cock's.

I watched another movie before Tim came home and it was a good thing he came home early. My clit was almost raw from touching myself. When Tim got home he was feeling no pain. The boys had had a couple of beers at the club house. Since Tim didn't bring up the night before, neither did I. I had my way with him that evening.

The rest of the week I was draw to Tim's stories and movies like a moth to a flame. I found entire sites devoted to husbands that wanted to see their wives with other men. Sites were married white women could contact black men. Everyday I would read some of the stories and view photo's of black men having sex with white women. On top of that I must of watched each of Tim's movies twice. The end result was I was very horny by bedtime, so that week Tim and I had sex almost every night.

I must say that I don't believe I became obsessed with the idea of making love to a black man. It wasn't like that. What seemed to excite me most was the idea that here was my husband with this very real fantasy. Tim was turned on by the prospect of my having sex with another man, a black man. I wondered what he would do if I put him to task. I was sure that if it came right down to it Tim would never allow me to bed a black stud. At the same time I was excited by the idea that I could have complete freedom to do as I wished.

Friday rolled around and Tim brought up going into Austin for the evening. Of course he wanted me to wear the dress he bought me. 

"Put the dress on Susan and lets go dancing."

"Tim you don't dance."

"I know, but I like to watch you dance."

"You going to find us a place were I can dance with some handsome black man", I said seductively.

"Of course, now go change." I bit my tongue thinking to myself, okay buster if this is what you want then it's exactly what your going to get.

I remember taking a glass of wine from Tim's hand and going to the bedroom to change. I slipped on the dress and looked in the mirror. The dress had a very low scooped top that barely cover my breasts. I put the shoes on and finished my wine, then I joined Tim.

"So this is what you want me to wear. You sure you want me to wear this? No bra, no panties, I look like a slut. Like that little porn star you like so much. I guess all I need to make your fantasy come true is a big black stud, right." I sat down next to Tim and placed my hand on his dick, it was very hard.

"Wow, I guess I should dress like this more often," 

"You look really good babe." Tim leaned over and gave me a kiss, as his hand drifted between my legs and found my slit. I moaned with pleasure as his finger rubbed my clit.

"Maybe we should just stay home," I suggested.

"No way I want to see what those guys out there are going to do when they see the hottest woman in Texas."

"If I'm the hottest women in Texas why share," just then I heard a horn blow out front. 

"That's the cab, Susan, lets go," Tim said without answering the question.

The Friday night before a Longhorn game on Sixth Street in Austin Texas is nothing short of an event. College kids, locals and alumni, crowd the street wandering from waterhole to waterhole. Almost any kind of music is available and many of the clubs have lines. That night the first club we hit was mostly kids and we didn't stay long. After leaving the club we were walking down the street when I noticed this black man staring at me. The man was leaning against a wall outside a club called the Element. There was no line so I told Tim that we should try the place. Walking into the place I could feel the black mans eyes on me. I tried not to look at him, but entering the club I gave him a sideways glance. The black man stood stone faced with no expression at all.

Tim and I walked over to the bar, the club was fairly busy.Tim bought a round of drinks and while we were waiting I felt someone squeeze behind me.

"Eddie, Johnnie Walker Black!" Looking over my right shoulder I realized it was the black man from outside. His deep voice carried over the din of the crowd. With his right arm wedged between me and the customer immediately to my right his body was pressed up against my back. The man was about 6' 3" and broad shouldered. With my heels on I am about 5'10" a good two inches taller than Tim, but I still had to look up at the black man.

"You've never been here before?" Still looking over my shoulder, his question caught me by surprise.

"No," I stammered. I felt his body press up against me more firmly. I was sure I could feel his cock pressing up against my ass. Then I felt his hand on my waist. 

"Let's dance," he said as he took my right hand and led me out to the dance floor. I never even had a chance to ask Tim if it was alright. Walking behind the man I could not help but reflect how much he was like the black men I had read about in the stories. Big, handsome and confident. I thought to myself, "Tim could never be so assertive." 

I followed the man up to the DJ's stand were he said something to the DJ. Then turning towards me he leaned over and with his deep voice said, "My name is Kareem, what's your name." 

"Susan Hanks," I answered as I placed my hand on his shoulder and tiptoed to be heard. Kareem's shoulder was muscle hard, his scent subtle, masculine, with a powerful underling musk. Just then the song ended and a slow number started. Kareem placed his hands on my waist and drew me close. I had no choice but to place my arms around his powerful neck. My body seemed to mold itself to Kareem's. Kareem's thigh was pressed firmly between my legs and with each step I could feel his cock pulsing to life. I had no way of knowing how large it was, but it felt big, very big. 

"So Susan, is that short guy your husband?"

"He's not that short." I answered defensively.

"So the answer is yes that's your husband." Kareem laughed, still holding me close, his cock pressed firmly against me, his thigh hard between my legs. My pussy getting wet with the banter. What was it about black men and their direct approach I wondered. Apprehensively I answered him.

"Yes."

"I saw you look at me when you walked up, you ain't never been with a black man before have you." I was completely caught off guard with the question and didn't know how to answer. 

"Cat got your tongue, look I don't believe in fucking around. I think your interested, am I right." Kareem had smoldering brown eyes that held mine as if in a trance. My body was hot with the heat of our dancing and it felt so wicked to be talking to him like this, our bodies pressed together. The conversation so open, sexual tension undeniable.

"I guess you could say I'm curious."

"Never been with a black man." I nodded no.

"Good, lets work on changing that." and with that said, Kareem pulled me closer as we finished the dance. Kareem walked me back to the bar and stood next to me. Tim who was sitting to my left leaned over and asked me what happened. Whispering, I told him about my conversation with Kareem. Tim became quite animated. 

"Should I leave the two of you alone a while," Tim offered. Caught off guard, I couldn't believe what my husband was actually suggesting. Before I could answer, Tim gathered his drink and walked off. I was about to call Tim back when Kareem tapped me on the shoulder.

"Tell me, he just left you sitting here next to me."

"It would appear so," I said clearly surprised by Tim's actions. Kareem spun my stool in his direction. My leg pressed up against his crotch. I could feel his hardness.

Leaning over to say something to me, I felt his hand on my shoulder. "So tell me about yourself Susan Hanks."

The next couple of hours flew bye. Kareem was a great listener and absolutely charming. We danced and talked and drank and talked. I noticed Tim once standing in a corner watching us dance, but to tell the truth I was so infatuated with Kareem I hardly acknowledged him.

"So is he one of the jealous types or a cuck." Kareem too, had noticed Tim in the corner nursing his drink.

"A what?"

"A cuckold, you know, the kind of guy that likes his woman to fuck other guys." How could he know I thought. I didn't know what to say. Kareem was quick to note my hesitance.

"He's not gay is he, I'm not into that?"

"No Tim's not gay, he just has these fantasies."

"So he's a cuck, that's good, I plan on making him real happy," Kareem said. Leaning over, he kissed me, at first just our lips touched. Pressing his mouth firmly against mine, his tongue gently entered my mouth. I flushed with heat. Breaking off the kiss Kareem smiled down at me. My heart beat a mile a minute.

"That was very nice, Susan Hanks, very nice indeed."

I felt a tap on my back, it was Tim. "Can we talk for a second."

"Sure what do you want," I said curtly, suddenly not wanting to be interrupted.

"Privately."

"Okay." Turning to Kareem I excused myself and followed Tim towards the restroom area. 

"Are you going to his place or ours?"

"Tim he hasn't asked me anywhere, and I haven't decided to do anything. Your acting crazy, Tim."

"I'm sorry, it's just I saw you kiss him and I figured. Did he turn you on, you know, kissing you?" Tim was talking a mile a minute.I could tell he was excited. 

"You sure you want this, he made me really wet with that kiss," I said as I leaned over and rubbed his penis. Tim's dick was rock hard. Suddenly I wanted to push Tim to see how far he would go.

"Yes," Tim said and his dick irrupted in his pants.

"I guess you are excited," I smiled. "Maybe we should go home, now that your pants are ruined.

"God I can't believe I just came like that. Seeing you kiss him was the most exciting thing I have ever seen." I removed my hand from his crotch, feeling the stickiness of Tim's cum.

"Go clean up I told Tim and wait for me here. I'll say good night to Kareem.


Kareem was at the bar talking to a blond who had taken my seat. Kareem told the girl that his friend was back and the girl started to get up. Disappointment written all over her face.

"No, no, please stay I have to leave. I just came to say goodbye and to tell you it was a pleasure meeting you."

"Too bad, cold feet? Yours or his?"

"Both I think. Tim has a golf game in the morning." I turned to leave when Kareem took my arm spinning me towards him. Placing his hand on my waste he pulled me close. My breast pressed against his powerful chest. I looked up at him and he leaned over and kissed me again. I felt myself tremble as his tongue found mine. My nipples strained against his chest. My pussy gushed. I don't know how long we kissed before he released me. 

Staring into my eye's Kareem said "See you soon Susan Hanks."

I met Tim on the way out. 

"Wow, that was some kiss, I thought you two were going to fuck right there"

"It's what you wanted, Isn't it,"I said as we got in the car. All the way home Tim wanted to hear every word that was said between Kareem and I. Tim wanted to know everything including Kareem's cock size. Remembering all the stories I had read,. I decided to tease my husband.

"God his cock was big, very big."

"Did you feel it was he bigger than me?"

"He put my hand on his cock," I lied. "He was a lot bigger than you, maybe twice as big. I'm glad we left when we did because I don't think I could have resisted him much longer." I leaned over and unzipped his pants, Tim's dick was hard and still wet with his sperm.

"Boy you really like hearing about Kareem's big cock don't you." I felt Tim's dick twitch in my hand. "Maybe we should turn around, so I can go home with him and fuck his big black cock. Is that what you want Tim. You want your wife to fuck that big black man?"

"Dam Susan what are you doing to me, okay if you want to go back I'll turn around." Suddenly Tim was spurting cum all over my hand. Tim started to slow down to turn around.

"Hey , I was just kidding Tim, lets go home," I said wiping my hand on his pants. When we got home I was ready for sex but Tim had cum so hard he was unable to get it up. My pussy was sopping wet and Tim manged to get me off with his tongue, which was easy because the whole time I thought about Kareem.

The next morning I woke up thinking about the events from the night before. I couldn't get over what had happened. I wondered if Kareem had found me attractive, if I would see him again. I thought about our kiss and how turned on Tim was. 

I got up, put on coffee and jumped in the shower. Closing my eye's I let the warm water course over my body, it felt wonderful. I soaped my legs and shaved them. Normally I just trim enough of my bush to ware my bikini, but most of the women in the stories and video's I had been seeing were completely bare. So I soaped up and shaved my pussy completely clean. Checking myself out in the mirror I felt so wicked. I loved the way I looked and felt.

I walked into the bedroom nude and climbed into bed. Then with out warning Tim, I straddled his chest, presenting him with my hairless pussy.

"Hey what's." Tim opened his eye's, my pussy inches from his face."

"You like," I said as I slid my pussy closer to his face as I caressed his head with both hands.

"You shaved. For me," he questioned. The puppy dog look on his face made me feel so naughty.

"You wish, I shaved it for Kareem, I hear black men prefer their pussy nice and clean. You think he'll like it." I teased as I reached back and touched Tim's dick, it was already hard. I knew what I was saying excited him so I pressed my pussy into his face.

"Lick it Tim, lick my pussy baby." I felt Tim's tongue driving into my cunt. "Deeper baby get me good and hot for Kareem, hot for his big black cock." I rubbed my pussy hard across Tim's mouth and nose. I closed my eye's and had a wonderful orgasm as I told Tim how excited I was about seeing Kareem again. Holding Tim's hair I nearly smothered him as I shuttered with the rippling sensation of multiple orgasms.

Tim gulped air as he too came with me. We laid there for sometime with out speaking. Then Tim got up and got dressed to go golfing. Not a word was said about what had just happened.

I put on shorts and an old bikini top and started working in the yard. It was a beautiful spring day, the sun was hot, the breeze cool. I had been outside for about an hour and was sweaty having just raked up leaves by the pool. Walking out from the back yard I saw a big black BMW parked in our drive way. I squinted to get a look at the driver through the dark tinted windows. I couldn't make out who it was, then the drivers door cracked open.

"Dam woman you have to be the best looking yard man I ever saw."

"Kareem what are you doing here." I couldn't help but blush at the compliment.

"So you didn't want to see me again, that's not the impression you left me with last night."

To say I was stunned was overstatement. My heart started to race as Kareem walked across the yard in my direction. Kareem looked bigger in daylight. The man was perfectly dressed. Kareem had on a dark blue golf shirt that clung to his muscular frame. Tan slacks and loafers. I looked down at myself and cringed. My hair was a mess, my skin streaked with dirt and sweat. 

"How did you find me?" Kareem devoured me with his eye's as he answered.

"Computer, Susan Hanks right. Just a finger tip away these days. I thought maybe we could get some lunch."

"As you can see, I'm not really dressed to go anywhere."

"Okay, then I'll settle for a cool drink. Tim playing golf?"

"Yes how did you know, oh that's right I told you last night. Come on follow me," I said nervously, as I led Kareem back to the pool. "Have a seat. What would you like soda, beer it's early. The house is a mess, you don't mind sitting outside do you." 

"No not at all," Kareem answered with a grin his eye's, roving over my body. "Soda is fine by the way. You didn't answer before."

"What's that?" I quizzed.

"About seeing me again, You did want to see me again didn't you?"

The man was so blunt I thought, I just didn't know how to answer, so I turned and walked into the house. My legs felt like jello. I went inside wash a little and tried to brush my hair. When I returned with the drinks I found Kareem swiming in the pool, his cloths neatly folded over a chair.

"Kareem I see you made yourself at home," I said. Kareem stood in waist deep water. His body was magnificent, lean but well muscled. The water gleamed like diamonds on his satin brown skin. Kareem walked to the steps and out of the pool.

"Your not angry are you, it's just such a nice day." My jaw dropped when he exited the pool. Kareem had on a plain pair of white boxer shorts. Wet they did little to hide his huge cock. I tried not to stare but Kareem noticed and looking down and realized what I was looking at. Looking up he smiled. 

"I didn't realize these were see through," he grinned.

Taking the drink from my hand he took a long sip. Set it on the table and took my hand. 

"Come on lets go swiming." Kareem led me down the steps into the water.

"Kareem I really have things to do and." Kareem cut me off in mid-sentence with a wet kiss as he pulled me close to his body. His tongue entered my mouth at the same time by breasts pressed against his muscle hard chest. At the same time I felt him untie the string to my bikine top, with a quick pull. Then Kareem skillfully moved his hand to my left brest. His hand cupped my breast rubbing my already hard nipples. Braking the kiss he continued rubbing my tit as he looked down on my bare breast.

"Very nice," he said kissing me and then looking at his handy work, as he pinched and pulled on my nipple.When excited my nipples really get hard and long. "I love dark thick nipples on a woman, it's a real turn on for me as you can feel." Kareem said this as he pressed his amazing cock against me. Then he took my hand and placed it on his cock. I never realized a man could have such a large cock. Much thicker than Tim's and nearly twice as long. Any thought of resistance was replaced with pure lust as we repeadly kissed.

Kareem then pulled down my shorts and effortlessly lifted me on to the side of the pool. Spreading my leggs he peered at my bare cunt.

"Baby you are one hot woman, dam girl it will be a cold day in hell before I share this pussy with anyone else."

I wasn't exactly sure what he meant at the moment, as he lowered his bald head between my legs and sucked on my clit, his tongue driving me crazy. For the second time that morning a man was eating my pussy and it was an incredible high for me. I was gushing with excitement and after just a few moments wanted Kareem inside me.

"Oh god fuck me Kareem," I said as I tugged on him to stop licking and mount me. Kareem took my hand as we excited the pool and led me to a lounge chair.

"Maybe we should go inside," I said breathing rapidly. Kareem nodded no and sat on the lounge chair. Pulling me to him, he had me straddle the lounge chair so that his massive cock was pointing straight up at my wet pussy. Looking between my legs I reached down and guided the black mushroom head of his cock between my pussy lips. Pre-cum was ozzing from the head and mixed with my gussing pussy juice provided a lot of lubricant. Still Kareem's black cock spread my pussy to the limit. 

I knew having unprotected sex with Kareem brought risk, but I was in no position to think clearly. I was fairly sure my fertile time was close, but it was hard to count days with Kareem's huge cock piercing my pussy. Slowly I lowered myself on this incredible man. Kareem's black cock was so much thicker than Tim's. I placed my right foot on the lounge chair to give me better purchase as I moved my pussy up and down Kareem's shaft. I wimpered with pleasure as each stroke brought deeper penitration. Kareem too was beginning to make gutteral sounds as his hips would rise up to meet my downward thrust.

"Susan Hanks you are astonishing," Kareem said, as his hands cupped my tits, his thumbs and and index fingers squeezing my nipples hard. I had only managed to envelop half of Kareem's cock when my pussy gushed cum from my first orgasm. My body shuttered with pleasure. I had never felt anything like that before.

"Oh my god, oh that is so fucking good," I heard myself exclaim. Looking between my legs I slowly pushed down harder. I wanted to feel all of Kareem in me. I needed him in me. Kareem's cock glistened like black onyx. Suddenly I could feel his cock head pushing into the furthest reaches of my womb.

"That's it baby, deeper, push it deeper. Fuck you feel that baby, see how good we fit together."

I could not answer as I entered the throws of another orgasm. With a final push I felt the entire length of Kareem's manhood penetrate my pussy. My body was flush with heat and I couldn't catch my breath. I leaned over and kissed Kareem hard, our tongues intertwined. As my orgasm subsided I felt Kareem's cock expand. 

"Oh fuck woman that is so fucking good!" 

Kareem's exclamation made me feel wonderful. I knew I wasn't just another lay for him. Kareem's cock expanded again and I knew he was close to cumming. I picked up the pace, the work causing me to sweat. I wanted so to please the man. I drove myself down hard on his cock. I was so wet, that his huge cock had no trouble sliding in and out of me. Deeper and deeper his cock traveled into my womb. I came repeatedly and then Kareem grabbed my hips and arched his back. 

"Fuck girl, this is it, this is were I make this pussy mine." Now I had read stories about how black guys would say stuff like that and thought it was part of the cliche. With Kareem I believed it. His throbbing cock put me at a sexual awareness I had never experienced before. I wanted to please him, I wanted him to cum, to cum in me. 

"Ooh yes cum," I cried out. "Cum in me baby, cum, cum, god yes." Kareem came for what seemed liked minutes. I felt his cock stiffen and then expand and contract as he sent his black seed deep into my fertile womb. I knew at that moment this man might be impregnating me with his child and still, in some primeval way I couldn't control myself. I came again, even harder. 

Collapsing on his chest we both heaved from the effort. The heat and sweat from our bodies felt slick as my tits pressed against his chest. Time seemed to stand still, the only sounds, the deep heavy breathing of two lovers. Kareem was the first to speak. 

"When does your husband come home?" 

I hadn't thought of Tim until that moment. Checking Kareem's watch I realized Tim would be coming home any minute now. 

"Oh god he could be home any minute now, we should get dressed." 

"Not yet,"Kareem said as he held me in place and rocked his hips. His huge cock twitched and I could feel cum oozing out of my pussy. More time passed and I realized Tim would be home soon. 

"Kareem, we really should get dressed, Tim," but Kareem cut me off in mid-sentence with a deep kiss. I felt him rock his hips and I responded by grinding down hard on his cock. Once more I found my body responding to this mans touch in ways that left me breathless. I shuddered with another orgasm. 

Kareem's body was covered with a light film of sweat that made his dark black skin shine. His muscled ripped with effort as he moved me up and down on his shaft. His grip vice like. So much power in every thrust. I was consumed by him. As we made love all I wanted to do was please him. 

"Kareem do I please you, god you are so good. I want to make you feel the same way baby." I heard myself say as we made love by the pool. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Steve standing by the side of the garage. At first I was alarmed till I noticed he was playing with his penis. 

"He's been there for about five minutes, I didn't want you to freak out." Kareem whispered as he pulled me down to him and whispered in my ear. 

"I think he's already cum, dam girl, the little cuck is small." Kareem added with a grin. 

The idea that Tim was watching excited me.I guess it excited Kareem, because he bellowed like a bull as his cock pumped his fertile black seed into my womb. I milked his cock for at least five minutes after I collapsed on top of my black lover.

"He's gone, I bet he's driving around the block waiting for me to leave. Maybe I should stay, what do you think?" Kareem asked. 

"I don't know." I said as I got up and threw on my shorts and top. I didn't know what to expect, the whole morning had been bizarre. I walked to the edge of the garage and found that Tim's car was indeed gone. 

Kareem was dressed when I returned. 

"I guess I better go, if you have any problems call me, if you need a place to stay your welcomed over. I don't think there will be a problem though, this is what your man wanted. I bet he can't wait to get some of that fine pussy of yours when he gets back." 

"You think he's not mad," I asked as Kareem put his arms around me and gave me a goodbye kiss. 

"Karen it's what he wants. Me I want you, as far as I'm concerned he's already lost you. I want to see you later, like tonight, so call me and tell me how things went with Tim. Hell, tell Tim we're going dancing tonight, I bet he doesn't object. 

I have to admit I was very nervous when Kareem left. I went into the house and began to undress to jump in the shower. I was turning on the water when suddenly Tim wrapped his arms around me and spun me around. 

"I saw Kareem just leave, tell me what happened." Then he kissed me passionately. To say I was stunned was understatement. I really didn't know what to say. That's when I saw that Tim's dick was creating quite a tent in his shorts.

" What do you think happened," I said, as I reached down and rubbed my husband's dick. Tim was hard and his pant were wet with his sperm. 

I pulled my hand back surprised at the mess he had made of his shorts. I hardly had time for the disgust to register, when with out any prompting from me Tim dropped to his knees and buried his face in my pussy.

Looking down I couldn't believe what was happening. I placed my hand's on the back of my husbands head and pressed him against my gaping slit. Excited I lifted one leg and placed it up on the tub so that Tim's mouth could access my pussy. Tim hungrily lapped at my cunt, alternatively licking, then sucking my black lovers cum right out of me.

"You like that don't you baby." Tim nodded his head as he mouthed my cunt lips, my statement making him work harder. I thought of the men in the on-line stories as I looked at my husband between my legs sucking another man's seed out of my well used pussy and loving it.

Tim seemed as if he had no control over himself. Tim sucked hard at the swollen opening of my vagina. I grabbed Tim's head and pushed him away then led him to the bed were I had just fucked my lover. Tim didn't want to stop.

"Lie down," I said, and without further protest Tim complied. I then straddled his face and eased my pussy down on to his mouth. Moments before my lover had filled my fertile pussy with his seed and now my husband in complete submission to me was going to lick me clean. 

Pushing down I felt Tim push his tongue deep into my sopping cunt. I began rocking back and forth across Tim's face. Between Kareem's cum and my pussy juice Tim's face became a creamy mess. As I rubbed my slit over his mouth my body began to tremble with another orgasm. Unlike the orgasm I experienced with Kareem, this one seemed more to do with my dominance over my husband and his complete submission to me.

Looking in the mirror I could see myself face-sitting my husband, while he feverishly jerked his little dick. I smiled to myself, little dick, that was the first time I had ever though of Tim as having a little dick. Tim tensed and I knew he was near.

"Cum for me baby, hurry," I commanded, and like a good boy he started shooting off. I climbed off his face and went directly to the phone. Picking up Kareen's card I called him.

"So what time do you want me to meet you," I said when he answered. Tim had a little boy look on his face. I waited for Tim to say something but he just looked away.

Kareem made several suggestions, then embolden by Tim's submission to the situation, I decided to press forward with this new power.

"Kareem honey, where ever we go I hope you don't mind if I abstain from alcohol. You know what they say, liquor is bad for the baby." I was met with silence for a moment. Then Kareem spoke.

"Really you are okay with the possibility of my being pregnant. Mr. just wait till I get my hands on you." I said devilishly. I checked Tim for a reaction. Tim was still looking down at the floor.

"Oh you were right, it is what he wanted and he did the moment you left."

"What, Kareem, no he didn't cum in me."

"What was that cumming business about," Tim asked, when I hung up with Kareem.

"He just wants to make sure who the father is going to be," I said as I patted my stomach. Tim looked down at the floor as I turned to go onto the shower. Tim looked so different to me now, a little sad, even a little confused, but after all it was his idea.

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