Appearances
Appearances
My wife and I have been married for 6 years. Meg is a hottie, I admit
that right away. Yes, I know I am lucky and most of my friends joke with
me about how I ever got such a good looking woman. Imagine Cher’s face,
ok? Now you know how Meg looks. Her hair is wavy and shoulder length,
she’s five feet four inches and is a 38D cup with a 25-inch waist. You
know how her chest is accentuated, right? And below the waist she’s got
nice legs and a nice round ass. Our immediate problem was that Meg
always fretted over the fact that neither of us were really experienced,
sexually before we got married. She would sometimes wonder aloud at
night when we were in bed, what a different cock might feel like.
You can understand that Meg would never have needed to search for
another guy. The line of men wanting her would have been too long to
think about. But after listening to my wife talking about this for so
long, I came up with the bright idea that maybe she ought to try a
different cock. Of course, when confronted with the challenge Meg always
backed away with the excuse “Oh I could never do that!” So it became an
endless bemoaning on her part about never getting the ‘experience’ but
not wanting to actually correct the situation. That is, of course, until
about a year ago.
After listening to her rue her lack of premarital sex I challenged her
once again. This time, however, she grew quiet and said, “Would you
really let me?” After assuring her I would welcome the chance to finally
alleviate her need, my wife became excited and told me it would be
something both of us would decide on – who the lucky guy would be. Now I
need to provide a little background. Prior to getting married Meg and I
did a lot of stuff but we never fucked. What she absolutely loved was
having me eat her and her favorite position was to straddle my face in a
classic ‘69’ and get my tongue deep up in her very wet pussy as she
humped on it and jerked me off (she didn’t like eating my cum but loved
seeing it shoot).
As fate would have it, one of my best friends was a guy named Ron – a
big, athletic black guy. Meg was friendly with him also and we often
went out together, just doing little things. I would never have dreamed
Meg would have sex with a black guy but as we began talking about the
guy Meg might like to fuck, I casually mentioned Ron – not because of
any hidden desire for my wife to fuck a black man but just to suggest a
name. At the mention of his name, Meg giggled and said, “It wouldn’t
bother you if we had sex?” I was more surprised that she hadn’t rejected
the idea outright! I told her if she wanted to have sex with Ron it
would be okay but warned that it might affect our friendship. Meg agreed
it was a risk but in the ensuing days she mentioned his name daily,
going so far as to ask if I thought he had a big cock. I knew he did and
told her. Meg blushed and said, “Well, that makes it even more
interesting.” At her request I broached the possibility to Ron. The look
he gave me was priceless. “Man, I have dreamed of getting in her pants
from the day I met her!” he revealed. Admittedly the idea of Ron and Meg
had begun to get me aroused and once I knew both were interested, the
arousal grew although tinged with a bit of jealousy and worry. What if
it was a disaster? What if Meg hated it and blamed me for ‘making her’
do it with our friend? But the idea was now out of the bag and all that
was left was to pursue it to its conclusion.
We decided to have Ron come to our apartment for dinner. Meg would dress
innocently but suggestively. At some point in the evening when she felt
‘ready’, Meg would suggest I run to the store to pick up something. Once
I was gone, she and Ron would have sex. Meg would turn out the light in
the living room to let me know they were in bed and if I saw the light
burning I’d know it was okay to go inside.
Needless to say the sexual tension could be cut with a knife when Ron
arrived although the three of us covered up our anxiousness pretty good.
For her part, my wife wore a simply house dress, one piece, with a low,
elastic neckline. Meg didn’t wear a bra underneath and the way those
heavy tits swayed it was obvious. Both Ron and Meg kept looking at each
other throughout the evening, making small jokes and talking about
everything under the sun. At one point, about an hour after he had
arrived, Meg and Ron were in the kitchen while I was in the bathroom.
Not thinking too much of my timing, I walked from the bathroom and was
about to enter the kitchen when I paused. Neither Ron nor Meg had seen
me and they were kissing deep and wet. Meg’s mouth was opened wide and
Ron’s tongue was reaming it wildly. Making the scene more intense was
the fact that both of Meg’s big tits were out over the top of the dress
and one of Ron’s hands was feeling and fondling them. The contrast of
those big, white-skinned tits being felt by a big black hand almost made
me lose it right then. I stepped away from the doorway, retreated back
into the living room and made a loud noise so both could hear me. When I
came back to the kitchen Ron and Meg were on opposite sides of the room
talking – although Meg’s face was flushed and the bulge in Ron’s pants
looked like Gibraltar.
“Honey, I really need some ketchup for the meal,” Meg looked at me
innocently, not skipping a beat. “Would you mind running to the 7-11 and
getting a bottle?” That was the signal. I shrugged, agreed and got my
car keys. Ron suggested he go with me but, knowing the set-up, I told
him I’d go alone. No sooner had the apartment door closed than I heard
the doorknob lock and the dead bolt drawn. By the time I got to my car I
saw the living room light was out. With my heart in my throat, I drove
the car to the end of the court, parked it and walked back to the
apartment. We live on the ground floor and I walked up from the back,
where our bedroom was located. By design, Meg had left the window blinds
only half closed so I settled myself next to the window hoping nobody
would report me as a Peeping Tom.
When I looked into the bedroom I felt as though I had entered some dream
world and was outside of myself. The bedroom was dimly lit from the
light shining in the big walk-in closet. Meg was already on the bed,
legs spread wide and Ron was on top of her. They were kissing so deeply
I expected Meg to gag or choke. Her hands were moving up and down Ron’s
broad, black back and she was gently jutting her pussy up at him. Ron
hadn’t entered her yet, I saw Meg’s hand reach between them, gripping
his cock. She began gasping. “So damned big, baby,” she groaned. Ron’s
mouth went to one of her tits, sucking and biting the nipple. That only
made my wife get more crazy. Her body began writhing and her breathing
became more shallow and rapid. Her body stiffened and relaxed and she
ran her hand over Ron’s head as he worked each tit.
“Fuck me,” Meg told him, “I want it.” Her thighs shifted wider and Ron
lifted himself. The semi-darkness prevented me from seeing everything
but I already knew Ron was bigger than me and Meg was focused on her
hand gripping that big black dick. “You wanna fuck me?” My wife sounded
breathless. “You want to fuck my white pussy?” Ron gazed down along her
sexy body and flexed his dick in her hand. “Tell me how bad you want me
to fuck you,” he told her, looking right into her eyes. My wife simply
groaned and her eyes became slits. “I want you fucking me REAL bad,” she
said, her hand rubbing his dick up and down her slit.
“My pleasure,” Ron said, his hands now on my wife’s thighs, opening them
wider, poising his cock at the entrance to her hole. At the pressure, my
wife grasped Ron’s neck in her arms and tried to impale herself. “Put it
in,” Meg pleaded in a lust-thickened voice. Ron was in total control and
I knew he wanted to enjoy, prolong and try to further enhance his
prospects. “You want it bare?” he asked, “No rubber?” Meg nodded
fiercely. Her hips gyrated on the bed trying to capture that heavy dark
meat. “You gonna let me cum in you?” Ron asked her, “Or make me pull
out.” Meg was too far gone to care. “Cum in me,” she hissed, “go ahead
and cum.” I think that surprised Ron – pleased him but surprised him.
“You on the Pill, Meg?” he asked gently but directly, looking right into
her eyes. I heard my wife sigh. N-n-no,” she said, her voice wavering.
“Do you care if you get pregnant?” Ron asked, his hips gently moving,
teasing my wife. There was no hesitation in Meg’s reply. “No,” her head
shook, long dark hair flipping in the air. “I don’t care, I don’t. Fuck
me, please. You’re driving me crazy!” I had a knot in my stomach, like a
balled fist growing there. My cock was throbbing and I unzipped my pants
to free it. If someone had called the cops I was in big trouble. But
hearing my sexy wife tell the black man atop her she didn’t care about
pregnancy blew my mind.
Ron pushed his cock between her pussy lips and Meg stiffened, her thighs
went even wider. “Easy,” Ron spoke quietly, “just relax and feel it
going in. Your first black dick. Just let it sink in”. Meg closed her
eyes and took a deep breath. Ron slowly entered her, causing my wife to
groan and whimper softly. She gritted her teeth as Ron’s dick opened
her, pushing deeper. She had her hands on his hips, holding him gently,
her legs open wide, were bent at the knee and splayed out. As Ron
entered her pussy Meg’s knees rocked back and forth. “So wet,” Ron
murmured, “So wet and hot.” My wife’s ass was moving on the bed, her
hips jutting up. I watched as Ron settled on top of her, fully inside.
Meg lay quietly for a moment, adjusting to being so stuffed. “Ooooh,”
she groaned softly, “feels sooo good.” Slowly Ron began to fuck her. Meg
matched his rhythm, her thighs now pressed against his ribs. In and
out…in and out, the movement kept up. “Ooooh,” Meg breathed out, her
mouth at Ron’s ear, “I don’t ever want this to stop,” she told him,
“Never. It feels so good…so fucking good.”
Ron fucked in a slow, measured rhythm, his hips moving easily. “Never
end?” he asked her and Meg ran her hands over his back again. “No,” she
hissed, “never.” They fucked quietly for several moments – quiet except
for Meg’s breathing and subtle grunts at each thrust.
“Do…you…like…my…pussy?” Meg asked in a halting voice. Ron didn’t break
his stride. “Love your sweet white pussy,” he told her. My wife shoved
her tongue into Ron’s mouth, kissing him deeply and then asked, “Will
you keep fucking me?” There was silence and Meg went on, “I mean…after
this. Do you want to keep fucking?” Ron nodded. “You like my black dick
in you?” He asked back. My wife nodded dreamily. “I never ever thought
it could feel so good,” she whispered. “I wanna fuck you forever,” she
said. Their bodies moved together, Meg humping up at him, Ron thrusting
deeply and methodically. Meg stiffened. She was climaxing. It seemed to
last forever and Ron never stopped moving in her. Moments later she
climaxed again. And again. Each time she writhed and clutched at Ron.
His movements quickened. His fucking got deeper and Meg met him move for
move. He groaned. “I’m gonna cum,” he said. “You want it?” My wife was
groaning also and simply said, “Yes!” Ron thrust deep and I knew he was
filling my wife with his sperm. The two of them continued grinding at
each other until their pace slowed and they finally relaxed. They held
each other, Ron’s cock still deep in my wife’s pussy.
I had to wait two hours before the living room light went on. When I
finally entered the apartment Megan was in the bedroom, her housedress
back on and she had a tired, but happy look on her face. “Was it good?”
I asked and she nodded with a shy grin. “I loved it,” she admitted. Not
taking her eyes off me, My wife slid back on the bed and began lifting
the hem of the dress. “Eat me,” she said in a husky whisper. “Eat me
real good like you always do.” I shucked off my clothes, not sure if Meg
had cleaned up or not. I laid on my back as she mounted my face and in
an instant I had the answer. Gazing up at her pussy I was amazed at the
amount of semen collected there. Her pussy lips were swollen and the
hole was huge. Sperm was layered on the skin of her inner thighs; her
dark pussy hair was wet and stuck to her skin. The smell was of raw sex
and Meg slowly lowered her pussy to my mouth. A long, thick strand of
sperm hung from her hole and she centered it in my open mouth. There was
no need for her to push out any of Ron’s loads, the mass inside her
slowly oozed out – warm, syrupy and easily filled my mouth. “Eat it,”
Meg hissed, her hand pumping my hard cock. Her ass rolled as she emptied
her pussy. “I want to let Ron fuck me more,” she told me, pumping my
cock. “I want him to fuck me a lot.” It wasn’t a request, she stated a
fact. “I’m gonna start seeing him so we can fuck,” her words were spoken
in a dreamy, husky voice. I swallowed sperm, Ron’s fresh sperm. “You
have to get used to it,” Meg said quietly, “He’s going to be fucking me
as much as we can.” I could only nod, my head held between my wife’s
smooth thighs. “I really want you cleaning me,” she said, “to show me
you like it.” I nodded and swallowed another mouthful of semen. “Lick my
asshole,” my wife said, shifting slightly so her asscheeks were at my
mouth. The small dark hairs along her anus were glued to the skin with
sperm. I wiggled my tongue into her asshole and Frenched it. “Deeper,”
Meg told me. My hands gripped her soft asscheeks and pulled them wider,
my mouth covered her asshole as she fucked on my tongue. “Now cum for
me,” she said, giggling as my own load spurted in the air.
Ron began fucking my wife almost daily after that night. Meg met him
each evening during the week and on the afternoons each weekend.
Sometimes she fucked him in our bed. Many times I came home from work to
be greeted by my wife, nude, with a creamy smile, sperm covering her
mouth and chin. When I suggested we fuck, my wife would giggle and give
me a hand job. I always ate her of course, whether her pussy brimmed
with Ron’s sperm or not. The only cock Meg wanted inside her was a black
one – Ron’s.
Curiously enough, our friendship continued. Anyone seeing us out
together would never guess my black friend was fucking my wife daily. It
was when alone that Meg showed what a slut she’d become. Even as we sat
in the living room watching TV she’d be sucking Ron’s cock as his
fingers combed through her hair. Her cheeks would bulge and Meg would
lift her head, mouth filled with sperm, and gives him a creamy smile
before swallowing the load.
A few weeks ago, as we sat at an outside bistro, a few women passed by
and complimented my wife on her radiance. Her swollen belly made it
obvious Meg is pregnant and, naturally, everyone congratulates me. Her
heavy tits are now so big and filled with milk they just sit atop her
bulging stomach. The baby she’s carrying is black of course. People will
see that in due time. I am sure more will follow. Just the other day Ron
and Meg lay on the bed, nude. As Ron gently caressed my wife’s swollen
stomach, he told her how sexy she looked. Meg, her legs slightly parted,
had his sperm slowly running from her enlarged fuck hole, smiled and
fondled his wet dick. “I hope you still feel that way the next time,”
she giggled. My black friend nodded and hefted one fat tit in his hand.
“I’ll always think it,” he said, rolling the big nipple in his fingers,
“even after the next one and the one after that.” Seeing my quizzical
expression, my wife smiled and nodded. “Ron and I have been talking,”
she explained. “We’d like two or probably three more.” Meg giggled and
Ron moved a hand to the inside of one of her thighs, pulling it wider.
My wife reached over her round belly and ran a hand over her open pussy.
“Sweetie,” she cooed, “I have a lot of baby cream in me. Suck it out?”
Yes, my wife is very pregnant and will stay that way. For now everyone
thinks the baby is mine – it looks that way. But, as you can see,
appearances are very deceiving.
My wife and I have been married for 6 years. Meg is a hottie, I admit
that right away. Yes, I know I am lucky and most of my friends joke with
me about how I ever got such a good looking woman. Imagine Cher’s face,
ok? Now you know how Meg looks. Her hair is wavy and shoulder length,
she’s five feet four inches and is a 38D cup with a 25-inch waist. You
know how her chest is accentuated, right? And below the waist she’s got
nice legs and a nice round ass. Our immediate problem was that Meg
always fretted over the fact that neither of us were really experienced,
sexually before we got married. She would sometimes wonder aloud at
night when we were in bed, what a different cock might feel like.
You can understand that Meg would never have needed to search for
another guy. The line of men wanting her would have been too long to
think about. But after listening to my wife talking about this for so
long, I came up with the bright idea that maybe she ought to try a
different cock. Of course, when confronted with the challenge Meg always
backed away with the excuse “Oh I could never do that!” So it became an
endless bemoaning on her part about never getting the ‘experience’ but
not wanting to actually correct the situation. That is, of course, until
about a year ago.
After listening to her rue her lack of premarital sex I challenged her
once again. This time, however, she grew quiet and said, “Would you
really let me?” After assuring her I would welcome the chance to finally
alleviate her need, my wife became excited and told me it would be
something both of us would decide on – who the lucky guy would be. Now I
need to provide a little background. Prior to getting married Meg and I
did a lot of stuff but we never fucked. What she absolutely loved was
having me eat her and her favorite position was to straddle my face in a
classic ‘69’ and get my tongue deep up in her very wet pussy as she
humped on it and jerked me off (she didn’t like eating my cum but loved
seeing it shoot).
As fate would have it, one of my best friends was a guy named Ron – a
big, athletic black guy. Meg was friendly with him also and we often
went out together, just doing little things. I would never have dreamed
Meg would have sex with a black guy but as we began talking about the
guy Meg might like to fuck, I casually mentioned Ron – not because of
any hidden desire for my wife to fuck a black man but just to suggest a
name. At the mention of his name, Meg giggled and said, “It wouldn’t
bother you if we had sex?” I was more surprised that she hadn’t rejected
the idea outright! I told her if she wanted to have sex with Ron it
would be okay but warned that it might affect our friendship. Meg agreed
it was a risk but in the ensuing days she mentioned his name daily,
going so far as to ask if I thought he had a big cock. I knew he did and
told her. Meg blushed and said, “Well, that makes it even more
interesting.” At her request I broached the possibility to Ron. The look
he gave me was priceless. “Man, I have dreamed of getting in her pants
from the day I met her!” he revealed. Admittedly the idea of Ron and Meg
had begun to get me aroused and once I knew both were interested, the
arousal grew although tinged with a bit of jealousy and worry. What if
it was a disaster? What if Meg hated it and blamed me for ‘making her’
do it with our friend? But the idea was now out of the bag and all that
was left was to pursue it to its conclusion.
We decided to have Ron come to our apartment for dinner. Meg would dress
innocently but suggestively. At some point in the evening when she felt
‘ready’, Meg would suggest I run to the store to pick up something. Once
I was gone, she and Ron would have sex. Meg would turn out the light in
the living room to let me know they were in bed and if I saw the light
burning I’d know it was okay to go inside.
Needless to say the sexual tension could be cut with a knife when Ron
arrived although the three of us covered up our anxiousness pretty good.
For her part, my wife wore a simply house dress, one piece, with a low,
elastic neckline. Meg didn’t wear a bra underneath and the way those
heavy tits swayed it was obvious. Both Ron and Meg kept looking at each
other throughout the evening, making small jokes and talking about
everything under the sun. At one point, about an hour after he had
arrived, Meg and Ron were in the kitchen while I was in the bathroom.
Not thinking too much of my timing, I walked from the bathroom and was
about to enter the kitchen when I paused. Neither Ron nor Meg had seen
me and they were kissing deep and wet. Meg’s mouth was opened wide and
Ron’s tongue was reaming it wildly. Making the scene more intense was
the fact that both of Meg’s big tits were out over the top of the dress
and one of Ron’s hands was feeling and fondling them. The contrast of
those big, white-skinned tits being felt by a big black hand almost made
me lose it right then. I stepped away from the doorway, retreated back
into the living room and made a loud noise so both could hear me. When I
came back to the kitchen Ron and Meg were on opposite sides of the room
talking – although Meg’s face was flushed and the bulge in Ron’s pants
looked like Gibraltar.
“Honey, I really need some ketchup for the meal,” Meg looked at me
innocently, not skipping a beat. “Would you mind running to the 7-11 and
getting a bottle?” That was the signal. I shrugged, agreed and got my
car keys. Ron suggested he go with me but, knowing the set-up, I told
him I’d go alone. No sooner had the apartment door closed than I heard
the doorknob lock and the dead bolt drawn. By the time I got to my car I
saw the living room light was out. With my heart in my throat, I drove
the car to the end of the court, parked it and walked back to the
apartment. We live on the ground floor and I walked up from the back,
where our bedroom was located. By design, Meg had left the window blinds
only half closed so I settled myself next to the window hoping nobody
would report me as a Peeping Tom.
When I looked into the bedroom I felt as though I had entered some dream
world and was outside of myself. The bedroom was dimly lit from the
light shining in the big walk-in closet. Meg was already on the bed,
legs spread wide and Ron was on top of her. They were kissing so deeply
I expected Meg to gag or choke. Her hands were moving up and down Ron’s
broad, black back and she was gently jutting her pussy up at him. Ron
hadn’t entered her yet, I saw Meg’s hand reach between them, gripping
his cock. She began gasping. “So damned big, baby,” she groaned. Ron’s
mouth went to one of her tits, sucking and biting the nipple. That only
made my wife get more crazy. Her body began writhing and her breathing
became more shallow and rapid. Her body stiffened and relaxed and she
ran her hand over Ron’s head as he worked each tit.
“Fuck me,” Meg told him, “I want it.” Her thighs shifted wider and Ron
lifted himself. The semi-darkness prevented me from seeing everything
but I already knew Ron was bigger than me and Meg was focused on her
hand gripping that big black dick. “You wanna fuck me?” My wife sounded
breathless. “You want to fuck my white pussy?” Ron gazed down along her
sexy body and flexed his dick in her hand. “Tell me how bad you want me
to fuck you,” he told her, looking right into her eyes. My wife simply
groaned and her eyes became slits. “I want you fucking me REAL bad,” she
said, her hand rubbing his dick up and down her slit.
“My pleasure,” Ron said, his hands now on my wife’s thighs, opening them
wider, poising his cock at the entrance to her hole. At the pressure, my
wife grasped Ron’s neck in her arms and tried to impale herself. “Put it
in,” Meg pleaded in a lust-thickened voice. Ron was in total control and
I knew he wanted to enjoy, prolong and try to further enhance his
prospects. “You want it bare?” he asked, “No rubber?” Meg nodded
fiercely. Her hips gyrated on the bed trying to capture that heavy dark
meat. “You gonna let me cum in you?” Ron asked her, “Or make me pull
out.” Meg was too far gone to care. “Cum in me,” she hissed, “go ahead
and cum.” I think that surprised Ron – pleased him but surprised him.
“You on the Pill, Meg?” he asked gently but directly, looking right into
her eyes. I heard my wife sigh. N-n-no,” she said, her voice wavering.
“Do you care if you get pregnant?” Ron asked, his hips gently moving,
teasing my wife. There was no hesitation in Meg’s reply. “No,” her head
shook, long dark hair flipping in the air. “I don’t care, I don’t. Fuck
me, please. You’re driving me crazy!” I had a knot in my stomach, like a
balled fist growing there. My cock was throbbing and I unzipped my pants
to free it. If someone had called the cops I was in big trouble. But
hearing my sexy wife tell the black man atop her she didn’t care about
pregnancy blew my mind.
Ron pushed his cock between her pussy lips and Meg stiffened, her thighs
went even wider. “Easy,” Ron spoke quietly, “just relax and feel it
going in. Your first black dick. Just let it sink in”. Meg closed her
eyes and took a deep breath. Ron slowly entered her, causing my wife to
groan and whimper softly. She gritted her teeth as Ron’s dick opened
her, pushing deeper. She had her hands on his hips, holding him gently,
her legs open wide, were bent at the knee and splayed out. As Ron
entered her pussy Meg’s knees rocked back and forth. “So wet,” Ron
murmured, “So wet and hot.” My wife’s ass was moving on the bed, her
hips jutting up. I watched as Ron settled on top of her, fully inside.
Meg lay quietly for a moment, adjusting to being so stuffed. “Ooooh,”
she groaned softly, “feels sooo good.” Slowly Ron began to fuck her. Meg
matched his rhythm, her thighs now pressed against his ribs. In and
out…in and out, the movement kept up. “Ooooh,” Meg breathed out, her
mouth at Ron’s ear, “I don’t ever want this to stop,” she told him,
“Never. It feels so good…so fucking good.”
Ron fucked in a slow, measured rhythm, his hips moving easily. “Never
end?” he asked her and Meg ran her hands over his back again. “No,” she
hissed, “never.” They fucked quietly for several moments – quiet except
for Meg’s breathing and subtle grunts at each thrust.
“Do…you…like…my…pussy?” Meg asked in a halting voice. Ron didn’t break
his stride. “Love your sweet white pussy,” he told her. My wife shoved
her tongue into Ron’s mouth, kissing him deeply and then asked, “Will
you keep fucking me?” There was silence and Meg went on, “I mean…after
this. Do you want to keep fucking?” Ron nodded. “You like my black dick
in you?” He asked back. My wife nodded dreamily. “I never ever thought
it could feel so good,” she whispered. “I wanna fuck you forever,” she
said. Their bodies moved together, Meg humping up at him, Ron thrusting
deeply and methodically. Meg stiffened. She was climaxing. It seemed to
last forever and Ron never stopped moving in her. Moments later she
climaxed again. And again. Each time she writhed and clutched at Ron.
His movements quickened. His fucking got deeper and Meg met him move for
move. He groaned. “I’m gonna cum,” he said. “You want it?” My wife was
groaning also and simply said, “Yes!” Ron thrust deep and I knew he was
filling my wife with his sperm. The two of them continued grinding at
each other until their pace slowed and they finally relaxed. They held
each other, Ron’s cock still deep in my wife’s pussy.
I had to wait two hours before the living room light went on. When I
finally entered the apartment Megan was in the bedroom, her housedress
back on and she had a tired, but happy look on her face. “Was it good?”
I asked and she nodded with a shy grin. “I loved it,” she admitted. Not
taking her eyes off me, My wife slid back on the bed and began lifting
the hem of the dress. “Eat me,” she said in a husky whisper. “Eat me
real good like you always do.” I shucked off my clothes, not sure if Meg
had cleaned up or not. I laid on my back as she mounted my face and in
an instant I had the answer. Gazing up at her pussy I was amazed at the
amount of semen collected there. Her pussy lips were swollen and the
hole was huge. Sperm was layered on the skin of her inner thighs; her
dark pussy hair was wet and stuck to her skin. The smell was of raw sex
and Meg slowly lowered her pussy to my mouth. A long, thick strand of
sperm hung from her hole and she centered it in my open mouth. There was
no need for her to push out any of Ron’s loads, the mass inside her
slowly oozed out – warm, syrupy and easily filled my mouth. “Eat it,”
Meg hissed, her hand pumping my hard cock. Her ass rolled as she emptied
her pussy. “I want to let Ron fuck me more,” she told me, pumping my
cock. “I want him to fuck me a lot.” It wasn’t a request, she stated a
fact. “I’m gonna start seeing him so we can fuck,” her words were spoken
in a dreamy, husky voice. I swallowed sperm, Ron’s fresh sperm. “You
have to get used to it,” Meg said quietly, “He’s going to be fucking me
as much as we can.” I could only nod, my head held between my wife’s
smooth thighs. “I really want you cleaning me,” she said, “to show me
you like it.” I nodded and swallowed another mouthful of semen. “Lick my
asshole,” my wife said, shifting slightly so her asscheeks were at my
mouth. The small dark hairs along her anus were glued to the skin with
sperm. I wiggled my tongue into her asshole and Frenched it. “Deeper,”
Meg told me. My hands gripped her soft asscheeks and pulled them wider,
my mouth covered her asshole as she fucked on my tongue. “Now cum for
me,” she said, giggling as my own load spurted in the air.
Ron began fucking my wife almost daily after that night. Meg met him
each evening during the week and on the afternoons each weekend.
Sometimes she fucked him in our bed. Many times I came home from work to
be greeted by my wife, nude, with a creamy smile, sperm covering her
mouth and chin. When I suggested we fuck, my wife would giggle and give
me a hand job. I always ate her of course, whether her pussy brimmed
with Ron’s sperm or not. The only cock Meg wanted inside her was a black
one – Ron’s.
Curiously enough, our friendship continued. Anyone seeing us out
together would never guess my black friend was fucking my wife daily. It
was when alone that Meg showed what a slut she’d become. Even as we sat
in the living room watching TV she’d be sucking Ron’s cock as his
fingers combed through her hair. Her cheeks would bulge and Meg would
lift her head, mouth filled with sperm, and gives him a creamy smile
before swallowing the load.
A few weeks ago, as we sat at an outside bistro, a few women passed by
and complimented my wife on her radiance. Her swollen belly made it
obvious Meg is pregnant and, naturally, everyone congratulates me. Her
heavy tits are now so big and filled with milk they just sit atop her
bulging stomach. The baby she’s carrying is black of course. People will
see that in due time. I am sure more will follow. Just the other day Ron
and Meg lay on the bed, nude. As Ron gently caressed my wife’s swollen
stomach, he told her how sexy she looked. Meg, her legs slightly parted,
had his sperm slowly running from her enlarged fuck hole, smiled and
fondled his wet dick. “I hope you still feel that way the next time,”
she giggled. My black friend nodded and hefted one fat tit in his hand.
“I’ll always think it,” he said, rolling the big nipple in his fingers,
“even after the next one and the one after that.” Seeing my quizzical
expression, my wife smiled and nodded. “Ron and I have been talking,”
she explained. “We’d like two or probably three more.” Meg giggled and
Ron moved a hand to the inside of one of her thighs, pulling it wider.
My wife reached over her round belly and ran a hand over her open pussy.
“Sweetie,” she cooed, “I have a lot of baby cream in me. Suck it out?”
Yes, my wife is very pregnant and will stay that way. For now everyone
thinks the baby is mine – it looks that way. But, as you can see,
appearances are very deceiving.
7 years ago
