I’ve heard it said that we English are very slow to change, but I’d like to tell you how one American man changed my life and many others in our village in a very short time. I may as well use meeting my friend Mandy as a starting point.
I’d been out shopping for a new nightie at Marks and Spencer and was walking down Swappington’s high street on my way to have tea, when I suddenly heard the voice of Amanda Smythe Torrington, my very best friend. ‘Mandy’ as she was more commonly known by our small circle of friends was married to Clive Torrington, our local vicar, and the two of them had been off on a vacation to Tenerife. I must say her hair looked even more golden than when she left and she looked very tanned and rested. To be honest, I’d totally forgotten that she was due to return. Mind you, I had a very good reason for forgetting. My reason was Roger Harder.
“Sarah, fancy running across you like this!” she squealed. “This is amazing, we only just got back last night, and I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all morning. My goodness, look at you! you look positively radiant! What on earth have you been up to while I’ve been away?” Suddenly her voice became serious. “You naughty thing, you haven’t gone and got yourself a lover have you?” she asked.
I smiled. “Mandy, I have some brilliant news to tell you, but I’m absolutely famished, why don’t you let me buy you lunch and I’ll tell you all about it.”
I took Mandy’s arm and steered her into Muncie’s, our favorite coffee shop, then asked the hostess for a quiet booth in the back. Once we were settled we ordered two teas and the lunch special and after the waitress had left, Mandy got right to the point.
“Go on then, Sarah,” she giggled. “I’m all ears! I can hardly wait to hear this news of yours!”
“Well I’m not at all sure you’re going to believe it,” I said excitedly. “It all started last Friday evening. I was just finishing up the last of the dinner dishes when my husband Charles looked up from his evening paper and smiled at me, and I knew right away something was coming.”
“Once again Sarah you’ve outdone yourself,” he said, in that ridiculous stuffed shirt voice he sometimes puts on. “That was a wonderful dinner tonight.”
I knew Charles well enough to know that he’d been rather uncomfortable all during our meal, and it was obvious he had something to say, but he’d been waiting for just the right opportunity.
“Why thank you Charles,” I said, waiting for the other shoe to fall, “but it’s nothing special, it’s only a pot roast and some left over vegetables we had in the fridge.”
Charles isn’t one to give compliments, and he rarely uses them unless he has something unpleasant to say and is softening me up for it, so I braced myself for what was coming.
“I’m terribly sorry old girl, but I have some rather bad news for you. I’m afraid something has come up and we’re going to have to forgo your dance tomorrow night.”
“You can well imagine how upset I was. You know that I’d been looking forward to my club’s annual dinner dance all year. It is the Saint Barnabas Hospital Women’s Auxiliary fundraiser, and for the first time ever, I had been the one chosen to organize it. It’s our village’s biggest social event and I’d been working on it for months. Charles was so flippant in the way he announced we weren’t going, my disappointment quickly turned to anger.”
“Don’t you dare call me an old girl, Charles Thompson!” I snapped, “I’m only forty years old!! My god, do you know how hard I’ve been working on this dance? What could possibly be so important that we have to miss it? Besides, I’ve spent a small fortune on a new dress and I can’t take it back now, I’ve only just had it altered.”
“I’m sorry Sarah, but one of the company’s new owners is flying in to go over the books with me this weekend.”
“We can’t not go Charles! You haven’t taken me out all this year! I don’t care about your bloody ‘company!’” I sulked. “Let him come some other weekend… you know how important this is to me!”
“Sorry dear, but that’s rather impossible. You know my career comes first, and I’m the firm’s only representative in this area. I’m afraid that brings me to the second half of my bad news. All the local inns are full and we need to put him up for the weekend. I’m counting on you to help me make a good impression.”
“I know you will understand me Mandy, when I say that it was at moments like this that I sincerely regretted marrying Charles. He has been putting in longer and longer days at his office, and although he says he’s doing it for the two of us, it doesn’t seem worth all the hours I spend on my own. If it wasn’t for all the Harlequin romance novels I read to keep myself occupied, I’m not sure our relationship would have lasted this long.”
Mandy listened in sympathy, and I paused to gather my thoughts. She’d often mentioned her sexual frustration at her husband Clive’s performance and how she wished he was a little less religious and a lot more attentive to her needs. She was enraptured by my story and begged me to continue.
“Please do go on dear, I can relate to your situation so well! Many the night Clive is down in his study working on a sermon when he should be upstairs looking after me.”
“Mandy, while I’ve sat up and waited for Charles to come home, I’ve found solace in my romantic stories where I can become lost in a fantasy life of swarthy Latin lovers, intrigue and infidelities. How I’ve wished I could be like the women in my books, full of passion, and always finding romance in exotic, far off lands. My reality has been different. My husband sells medical equipment and is usually so knackered by the weekend that he just likes to sit home and watch television.
The closest we’ve ever come to an exotic holiday was that cheap package deal to the Algarve Charles took me on, and that was a nightmare. Our hotel was filled with British soccer hooligans with coarse fat wives in tights who insisted on ordering fish and chips and hamburgers in the restaurant, and then complained about their meals while their husbands picked fights with the locals. That experience left me ashamed to be English, and I’d never been happier than when our ‘two weeks in the sun’ finally ended.
You know yourself there’s little enough to look forward to in Swappington, and now my husband was asking me to sacrifice the dance to put up his new and undoubtedly stodgy boss. At that moment I swear I hated Charles with every fibre of my being. However unlike in my novels, I knew no good looking young lover would be coming along to rescue me, so I decided I might as well resign myself to my fate.”
“Oh all right,” I sighed. “What’s his name and when does his plane come in?”
“That’s a good girl Sarah, I knew you’d come through for me,” he said. “His name is Roger, Roger Harder, and he’s coming in tomorrow on the two-thirty flight. I suppose you’d better pop into the butchers’ tomorrow morning and pick up a nice roast for Sunday.”
“What about dinner tomorrow night?”
“You don’t have to worry about that; in his e-mail Mr. Harder said not to worry about dinner tomorrow as he would be eating on the plane. Thank you dear, this is terribly important to me.”
“Early next morning as I dusted and polished the floors, I thought of the fun I would be missing that evening and my anger returned in spades. While the rest of the town would be at the dance, I would be at home serving coffee and cake to Charles and Mr. Harder while they went over last years sales figures. I was still seething all the way out to the airport, and as Mr. Harder’s two-thirty plane landed and taxied down the runway, Charles told me to get a hold of myself.”
“Come on Sarah, we can’t have you greeting my boss like this,” he said as the first of the passengers started to disembark from the plane. “What will he think?”
“I don’t care what he thinks Charles,” I pouted. “It’s not fair that I have to miss out on my own dance!”
“Will you at least try to look happy!” he snapped. “That’s probably him now.”
“My husband gestured towards a short, balding, dumpy little man in a wrinkled gray suit who was struggling to reclaim his suitcase. With that Charles gently steered me forward towards him.”
“Mr. Harder?” Charles asked hesitantly. The man shook his head. “Sorry old boy, it’s not me you’re after.”
“I’m over here Thompson. Just give me a moment to collect my bag.”
“A very tall, colored man with an American accent and an authorative voice who was just this side of forty, was standing on the other side of the conveyor belt. We’d somehow missed him, so I imagined he must have got off the plane after the other passengers. He looked at us and smiled and I caught my breath.
I’d been expecting someone much older and certainly not an American. To my surprise he was tall and black with a shaved head, and he was wearing an open collar light blue shirt and khakis. Roger Harder was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. His strength and confidence was amazing and I’m telling you, he had the body of a football player and the grace of a gazelle. Mandy, I swear that when he looked in my eyes, I felt the earth move.”
“You must be Sarah,” he smiled, handing me a very expensive looking bottle of wine in a paper bag. “This is for your kindness in having me on such short notice. “I’m sorry it isn’t wrapped better.”
“My knees grew weak. Roger’s look left little doubt that his attraction to me was equally as strong as mine to him. I couldn’t believe the lustful feeling that had begun between my legs and was traveling up my tummy like an out of control fire. I could swear by the way he looked at me he knew my pussy was getting wet, and I began to blush. In fact I was at such a loss for words that Charles had to prompt me.”
“Aren’t you going to thank Mr. Harder, Sarah?” Charles asked, giving me a puzzled look.
“Sorry? Oh yes…of course…thank you so much Mr. Harder, you didn’t have to do that.”
“It’s my pleasure Sarah…I just wish I’d had a chance to get you some flowers too. Please…Call me Roger, I hate formalities.”
“We stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, and then he turned to Charles. Mandy, I swear until that moment I’d never ever entertained the thought of adultery, but Roger had such an affect on me, I’d forgotten my husband even existed.”
“You’re a lucky man Charles… you didn’t tell me you were married to such a beautiful lady.”
Roger winked at me and I almost came right there, standing in the middle of the arrivals lounge.
“You’d better be careful,” he admonished my husband, “I have a thing for pretty brunettes, and I might just steal her away from you.”
“Yes…well uh…I suppose we’d best be going,” Charles stammered, notably flustered. “We have a long way to go, and a lot of work ahead of us.”
“If it’s all the same to you Charles, I think our work can wait until tomorrow. Tonight I’d like to let my hair down a little. What do you do for fun in your little town?”
“We’ve only got one pub Roger, and it isn’t up to much, mind you I suppose we could have a pint and play a game of darts.”
“Is that all there is Charles? Don’t you have any clubs? Somewhere we could go to do a little serious partying? You know what you English say about all work making Jack a dull boy.”
“I’m afraid not, the Frog and Gate is all there is.”
“Charles, perhaps Roger might like to go to the dance tonight.” I interjected.
Charles gave me an annoyed look. “I don’t think Roger would be interested in that, my love,” he said quietly.
“I’ll decide what I’m interested in Thompson,” Roger chided. “Did you say there was a dance Sarah?” he asked.
“Barely concealing my excitement, I gave Charles a triumphant look.”
“Yes, our Hospital Auxiliary is putting on a dance at eight o clock tonight, Roger. And I’m the one who organized it!” I added proudly “The band is really rather good! That is, if you care for ballroom dancing.”
“As a matter of fact I do. I took lessons a year ago, but up until now, I haven’t had a chance to put them into practice. Wait a minute…you weren’t going to miss it on my account, were you?”
“Charles felt you wouldn’t be interested.” I pouted “He said you’d want to work tonight,”
“Well Charles was wrong! I’d love to go!”
“And so while Charles drove the fifteen miles back to our house in subdued silence, I told Roger all about our little village, my hospital charity work, and my love for ballroom dancing. I glanced over at my husband, and I could see he was quite sullen and more than a little miffed. He was obviously insecure about Roger’s interest in me, and inwardly I felt quite pleased with myself.. It was wonderfully erotic to have the attention of two men and I felt very powerful.”
“Much later that evening at the dance, after we had introduced Roger around to our circle of friends and we’d all had a few drinks, he asked Charles if he would mind if he had a dance with me.”
“Of course not,” Charles replied, ever the gentleman. “Please, be my guest, take Sarah out on the dance floor and show her a good time.
“When Charles told Roger to show me a good time, I don’t think he quite knew what he had set into motion. Roger had such big powerful arms and he was a wonderful dancer. The band was as good as I’d hoped for, and as we waltzed around the room I could tell all the other wives were quite envious of me. Of course it wasn’t very long before the inevitable began to happen. Once the others got over the novelty of seeing me dancing with Roger and went about their business our little courtship began in earnest.”
“Oh Sarah, you are a naughty girl!” Mandy gasped “Do go on! Tell me how Charles reacted, wasn’t he the least bit jealous?”
“Well, no. Actually Charles was too busy socializing with all of his cronies. You see, I think he had retreated into a state of denial, and was seemingly oblivious to the fact that Roger and I were dancing to almost every song. And here comes the best part, Mandy.” I looked around the café and lowered my voice “All the time we were dancing Roger had a huge erection!”
“My god Sarah! My knickers are getting wet just imagining the two of you rubbing your naughty bits together!”
“Yes, well then, maybe you can begin to appreciate how wet I was getting Mandy! I could tell by the way it lay across my tummy that he was far bigger than Charles, and it felt so good it took all of my will power to stop me from climbing up onto it. Anyway, Roger took me into a darkened hallway and kissed me, and I couldn’t help myself, I just had to slip my hand in between our bodies and give his cock a squeeze!”
“You didn’t! Goodness gracious Sarah, you do surprise me! Still, I can’t help feeling somewhat sorry for Charles. You’re both my friends you know.”
“Yes I know but I wouldn’t go feeling too sorry for Charles just yet, Mandy. The way things have worked out, both of us have benefited immensely from Roger’s visit!”
“Whatever do you mean Sarah? How could Charles possibly benefit from your affair with Roger?”
“Have patience Mandy, I’ll get to that eventually. Anyway like I said, I gave his cock a squeeze and to my delight it was huge! Meanwhile Roger was cupping the cheeks of my fanny and I was getting very turned on. I realized if we didn’t leave, things would soon get out of hand. It’s funny isn’t it? All year I’ve been dying to go to the dance, and now after two hours, I couldn’t wait to get out of there!”
“Well from the sound of it, something far better had ‘come up’ for you!” Mandy giggled. “Please forgive me, I couldn’t resist the pun… god I’m getting so horny listening to you I’ll have to go home after this and get a good rogering from Clive to put me out of my misery!”
Suddenly Mandy giggled again. “Did you hear what I just said Sarah? That’s just too funny! Think about it Sarah… did you realize you’re getting rogered by someone called Roger Harder!”
I began to giggle along with Mandy, and before we knew it we were both getting quite hysterical. Mandy suddenly stopped laughing and with a serious tone asked, “And does he, Sarah?”
“I don’t understand Mandy, does he what?”
“Does Roger Harder roger you harder?” she asked with a giggle.
“Oh I see. Why yes, yes he does,” I said with a smile, and then I broke out laughing once again.
When our laughter had finally died down, I continued telling Mandy my story. I told her how Roger had gone up to Charles and told him we needed to go home immediately, and dear old Charles who would do anything to keep his job, had willingly complied without so much as asking why. I went on to tell her how surprised my husband had been when Roger and I climbed in the back seat of the car, and how he had watched in the rearview mirror as Roger and I kissed each other on the long drive home.
“Oh my god,” she gasped. “I can’t believe it! And he didn’t do anything to stop you?”
“No he didn’t, he didn’t even say anything when Roger lay me back on the seat and rolled my stockings off my legs! I think he was rather enjoying watching us.”
“What on earth happened when you got home? Surely you didn’t…”
“Yes… yes we did, and it all felt so right. Roger told Charles he was going to take me upstairs and give me a good seeing to, assuring him that he was welcome to watch. It was all so terribly exciting. Roger just seemed to know how to take charge of the situation, and to give Charles his due, bless his heart he took it all in stride. Without a word he followed us up the stairs, parked himself in our bedroom’s easy chair, then took out his cock and began to masturbate, while Roger set about undressing me.”
I stopped talking and looked across the table at Mandy to see how she was taking all of this. Although a vicar’s wife she was really quite a tart at heart, and I couldn’t help but notice her nipples had swollen up and were pushing out the front of her sweater. The dear girl’s eyes were glazed over, and her breathing had become quite shallow. She’d also slipped down very low in her seat, and what’s more, her hand had crept off the table and was busy between her legs.
“Mandy!” I whispered. “Do try to control yourself, we are in a restaurant! For goodness sakes, someone from your congregation might see you!”
Mandy stopped what she was doing with a start and quickly rearranged her skirt.
“I’m so sorry Sarah, your story was making me so very randy I completely forgot myself. Please…do go on!”
“I understand perfectly my dear, I’m getting soaked just recounting it! Now where on earth was I?”
Mandy giggled, “Charles was playing with himself and Roger was undressing you.”
“Oh yes, but undressing seems such an inadequate word to describe what Roger was doing to me. He began by ever so slowly lowering the straps of my dress off my shoulders and then unhooking my bra. Look at my arms Mandy; I’m getting goose bumps just thinking about it! After that he sucked on my teats, spending about five minutes on each nipple, until I was literally begging him to put me out of my misery. While all this was happening I was watching to see Charles’s reaction.”
“And what has his reaction, dear heart?”
“Do you remember how I said how Charles had benefited too? Well, while he was watching us he’d gotten the biggest, stiffest, erection I’d seen him have in years! It was if he’d somehow tapped into the very source of Rogers’ manhood. Oh Mandy, you can’t begin to imagine how naughty and forbidden it feels to have two men so excited about you that their cocks are waving about, and one of them your husband no less! I felt like such a slut!”
I looked over Mandy’s shoulder and saw the waitress hurrying out of the kitchen with our lunch. “We’d best hush up and act serious,” I tittered, “here comes our meal!” The two of us sat in stony faced silence until the young girl had served us and left, then I began again where I’d left off.
“So Roger had me stand up and remove my dress, and then he told Charles to come over and take off my undies to help prepare me for my fucking. Well, Charles didn’t need telling twice! He was over in a flash, and listen to this! His cock was leaking huge amounts of precum onto the carpet as he slipped off my thong panties. I’d never seen it like that before! Then Roger got rather personal and asked if I kept a vibrator in the bedroom.”
“And did you?” Mandy gasped.
“Well, with me being married to a workaholic like Charles, what do you think? Of course I did, and there was no point lying about it, Roger seemed to know everything about me, so I confessed I had one hidden away in my bedside drawer. I was so embarrassed, even Charles didn’t know I owned one.”
“Bring it to me so I can show Charles what a slut he’s married to,” Roger said to me in his lovely deep voice.
“When I took it out of the drawer it seemed so huge I felt I was viewing it for the very first time! What ever had possessed me to purchase such a wicked thing? I lay it on the bed in front of Roger and Charles and it glistened menacingly in the darkened room. An eight inch black rubber shaft, all heavily veined, with a little pronged device for tickling my clitoris, a thick and solid testament to my shame, but oh god, how I loved it!”
I paused for a moment and gestured towards Mandy’s lunch .
“You’d better finish your tomato soup Mandy my dear, it’s getting quite cold.”
“The devil can have my soup! Hurry up and finish your story!” she panted.
“Alright I will, but I hope you won’t think any less of me when I’m done.”
“On the contrary my dear Sarah, my opinion of you is going up by the minute! I’m really rather impressed by your candor, and truthfully, I’m downright envious of you, you lucky, lucky woman! Please, do go on again!”
“Thank you Mandy, you’re too kind. So there we were, the three of us, staring down at my what was lovingly referred to in the catalog as a ‘Bad boyz dong,’ an eight inch afro-american multi speed vibrating dildo, complete with balls and suction cup, and slanted for comfortable entry.”
“My god Sarah, I had no idea you needed such a whopper…what a sexy woman you are,” Charles said, studying my precious ‘marital aid’ almost reverently, all the while manhandling his drooling penis. “I had no idea!” he repeated.
“The best is yet to come, Charles,” Roger assured him and having said that, he ordered me to fix the wicked thing to my bedside table and mount it.
“Please Roger I can’t do that… It’s so humiliating!” I pleaded, but Roger smacked my bare bottom soundly and ordered me to do as I was told. “Well what was I to do? I licked the dildo’s suction cup and pressing it down, attached it firmly onto the middle of the night table. Then I squatted over it, and ever so gently lowered myself down. I felt the head of it part my labia and slip up inside, and reaching underneath myself, I turned the switch on to high, and surrendering to my carnality sank down on it with a big sigh of relief.”
“But if I thought Roger’s degradation of me was over, I was wrong. By now he’d removed his slacks and underwear, and was approaching my mouth with his enormous black cock. Bear in mind this was the first time I’d seen it, and I had no idea a man’s penis could be that big. I don’t know what was going through Charles’s mind, but if his own drooling cock was any indicator, he was as excited as I was. Let me tell you it was a marvelous sight to behold.”
“Charles, I can see you’re enjoying being cuckolded,” Roger noted. “I’ll bet Sarah is a great cocksucker! I’m going to put my cock into your wife’s mouth, and I want you to pump it until I come and she swallows every drop of it.”
“Mandy, Roger did as he was told! Can you imagine what a turn on it is to have your husband willingly milking a massive black cock into your mouth while you suck on it?”
“Oh god Sarah, no I can’t imagine it. It sounds so filthy! You lucky woman you!”
“Well, I was drooling like a rabid dog, my nipples were sticking straight out like a pair of erasers and all the while the dildo I’d fastened to the table was churning away beneath me. Dear Charles was so turned on he began jacking off Roger faster and faster, and he was doing himself with his other hand. I could feel Roger’s cock swelling up in my mouth, and knowing his pending orgasm was imminent, I clamped my lips around the head of it and sucked even harder.”
“Oh my god Sarah, you wanton slut!” Mandy groaned. “I’m so hot I think I’m ready to come at any moment. This is the best luncheon date I’ve ever had! What happened next?”
“Well my dear, you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure that out. Roger came of course, with a loud yell I might add, and flooded my mouth with what felt like a cup full of thick, salty sperm. As I gulped it down I thanked my lucky stars that you can’t get pregnant from swallowing semen, because if you could, I’d probably be carrying a little replica of Roger in my belly! Can you imagine how that would go over at Saint Barnabas General?”
“Yes, I can,” she giggled, “they’d probably be fastening you into the village stocks and stoning you to death! So tell me dear…I have to know… what was Charles doing while you were drinking his boss’s sperm?”
“Oh yes… Charles. Well, when Charles saw Roger come in my mouth he followed suit and literally drenched me, spraying me with his own cum. What a facial he gave me! I must say, having two men come at once is very good for one’s ego… It made me feel so terribly wanted! Mandy dear, you’re awfully quiet. Is everything all right?”
“I’m sorry Sarah, but I’m afraid I’ve just come! Oh god, how I wish I could get my husband Cyril as stirred up as Charles was. You wouldn’t like to loan Roger out to me would you?”
“Well, we’ll have to see about that. I’m sure Roger wouldn’t be averse to buttering your crumpet for you, my dear. Who knows, perhaps Cyril might secretly be like Charles, and enjoy sharing his wife with a black man. He is a vicar after all. Aren’t vicars supposed to be generous and giving? Apparently it’s more common than you might think… but let’s get on with my little story.”
“After we’d all recovered Roger suggested to Charles that he go get a bottle of wine. I started to get up to wash all the cum off myself but Roger insisted I leave it on, saying it made me look nice and slutty. Then he made me get on all fours, spanked my bottom and mounted me from behind.”
“You mean he was hard again already Sarah?” Mandy asked in astonishment.
“Yes, the man was insatiable. When my husband returned with the wine, he was greeted by the sight of me presenting my reddened bottom to Roger like a baboon while he drove his cock in and out of me. Oh Mandy, he fucked me so well and it was all so terribly erotic! I was beside myself, moaning and whimpering like a common floozy!”
“And how did Charles take all this, dear heart?”
“Charles just stood there transfixed, holding the wine bottle and three glasses while Roger gave me the fucking of a lifetime. I understand now why it’s called screwing, because believe me, I was twisting and turning like a corkscrew in an effort to get his big long cock deeper inside me.”
“While this was happening Charles was calling out ‘Fuck the dirty slut Roger! Fuck her real good!’ Suddenly all my efforts paid off and Roger gripped my waist tightly and drove his cock in me right up to the hilt. Helpless as a pinned butterfly, I looked at Charles as Roger held me still and his cock head expanded inside me then suddenly blasted a huge load of hot cum into my womb.”
“Oh goodness me! Did you come, Sarah?”
“Of course I did… I couldn’t stop! I came over and over again on Roger’s beautiful black cock. Then he slowly backed out of me and it came out with a big kerplop, leaving me thoroughly fucked for the first time in my life. I was oozing with cum and Roger turned to my husband and said, “She’s all yours, Charles.” and the strangest thing happened.”
“Before I could move, Charles was mounting me and covering my neck with kisses, telling me how sexy I looked as he fucked my cum- filled cunt! What’s more, would you believe the rest of the weekend was spent like that? With Roger and Charles taking turns fucking me till I could hardy walk? And that my dear, is why I look so radiant.”
Mandy looked at me with awe.
“That does it Sarah, I’ve never told you this before, but black men have always turned me on…It feels so taboo! I’m so envious of you, having your cake and eating it too! I simply must meet this Roger Harder and somehow figure out a way to get Clive involved.”
“Well I have some rather good news for you Mandy. Because Roger and Charles spent so little time working, Roger is returning next weekend. This time he’s staying for a full week, but according to Charles they only need a few hours to go over the books. Why don’t I throw a little party when he comes? That will give you and Clive an opportunity to meet him.”
“Oh Sarah, that would be wonderful! But could I ask a favor of you?”
“Of course dear, what can I do for you?”
“Do you think you could spare your ‘Bad boyz dong’ for a night or two? I think I have a plan formulated to get Clive interested in interracial sex!”
True to her word Mandy got busy right away preparing her unsuspecting husband Clive for his meeting with Roger. After giving her a couple of days my curiosity got the better of me and I phoned her and asked how it was going.
Mandy told me she felt the best way to cuckold Clive was to do it slowly, rather like boiling an unsuspecting frog by turning up the heat a little bit at a time. She’d started off rather cleverly by telling her husband she needed to nip out for a few groceries, then driven over to a sex shop in the next village and bought an adult magazine filled with pictures of white housewives having sex with well endowed black men. When she returned home she’d given it to Clive and told him she’d found it lying in the grocer’s parking lot and brought it home so that no children would find it.
She reasoned if her husband was like most men, he’d probably say he’d was going to dispose of it then take it off somewhere private and have a look. She would then know Clive had taken the bait and read the magazine if he acted extra amorous that night
“And it was obvious the dirty old sod had a good look, because he was all over me,” she said, sounding rather pleased with herself. “So when he came to bed feeling frisky I ever so reluctantly confessed that I’d peeked at the magazine before I’d given it to him, and found it quite arousing.”
“Oh Mandy, you didn’t! How brilliantly deceitful!”
“Yes it was rather clever, wasn’t it?” she giggled “And of course when Clive heard my confession, being a vicar his guilt forced him to reveal that he’d been rather turned on by the magazine as well. Well Sarah, once he knew that I was alright with it the rest was easy. That evening I suggested he bring it to bed so we could have a look at it together. While Clive turned the pages I gently cupped his balls all the while stroking his erection. Then I turned the heat up even further by confessing I saw no harm in a man sharing his wife with a black man, as long as everyone was in agreement. In fact I even suggested it might be in God’s will, as it would be a marvelous way to combat prejudice!
At that point poor Clive’s cock was practically leaping in my hand, and that’s when I administered my coup de grace! I wish you could have seen the look on his face when I suddenly told him I was very tired, put the magazine away and pretended to go to sleep.”
“My goodness… Mandy, you little minx! The poor man must have been in such a state being left like that!”
“Yes he was, and my whole intention was to make him horny my dear. I wanted him to be more pliable. And it worked admirably. The whole next day Clive followed me around like a lost puppy. That evening as we undressed for bed I told him I had a surprise for him. Then I took out your little toy and said the magazine had excited me so much that I’d gone out and bought a vibrator, and I wanted him to watch me use it.”
“And did he?”
“Yes, of course! By then I think he would have consented to my having sex with a donkey. So I lay back on our bed and suggested that he masturbate while imagining me being fucked by a black man, then I took your ‘Big Boyz Dong’ and spreading my legs apart, put on a great show for him by slowly teasing my clitoris with it, before inserting it into my newly shaved cunny. Well my dear, having my husband watching me fuck myself with your nasty little toy had both of us coming in no time at all!”
“Oh Mandy you dirty, dirty, girl! Listening to you has me so randy I can hardly wait for you and Clive to meet Roger at our party tomorrow night. It’s going to be such fun!”
“I’m looking forward to it too! But I am worried about people talking. It would be terrible for Clive’s career if people found out their local vicar liked watching his wife get fucked by a black man! Imagine if the bishop got wind of it!”
“Don’t worry dear. We’ve made good and sure that everyone we’ve invited is a little kinky so you don’t have to worry about people gossiping. I’ve already asked Roger if he would fuck you and he’s more than willing. I’m very much looking forward to Clive’s cuckolding and Charles is too. With any luck at all we will all be able to watch. Now I really must go dear… Roger is flying in tonight and we have to pick him up at the airport!”
“Alright Sarah, we’ll see you tomorrow night. What time shall we be there? Around eight o clock?”
“That will be fine dear. Ta ta for now.”
“Ta ta Sarah…. Oh Sarah, would you be so kind as to do me a favour?”
“Do try not to wear Roger out tonight dear heart!” Mandy smiled. “As it’s going to be my first time with a black man, I want him to be in fine form for tomorrow night!”
At our party Charles and I kept the champagne flowing to ensure everyone’s inhibitions were down. We made sure Roger was introduced to everyone, and as I suspected our black American houseguest was a big hit. In fact he was so popular with the ladies I wondered if he and Mandy would ever have an opportunity to get it on. But eventually, all of the husbands managed to get their wives away from Roger, and he got his chance.
Once he was free, Roger wasted no time in asking Mandy to dance. I could see Clive was a little uneasy about it so I moved in to chat with him and help things along.
“Goodness, Mandy certainly looks like she’s having a good time with Roger, doesn’t she Clive?” I whispered.
“Why what are you suggesting Sarah?” he said, looking rather shocked.
“I’m not suggesting anything at all Clive,” I said soothingly. “Still, you must admit Mandy’s English complexion and Roger’s black skin does look very erotic together. I think they dance exceptionally well, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not but he has a rather impressive erection!”
Clive looked over at Mandy and Roger in horror. By now Roger’s big ham sized hands were under her bottom, and Mandy was up on her tiptoes swapping tongues with him. If they were dancing, it could only be described as very dirty dancing.
“What? My god you’re right!” he gasped. “Whatever shall I do? I don’t want to create a scene!”
“Why do you feel you have to do anything at all, Clive? Why don’t you just enjoy it? We’re all adults here, and she’s just having a bit of fun. I’m sure there’ll be a lot more naughtiness going on between our other guests too before the night is over. At least I certainly hope so!”
“Sarah! Whatever do you mean?” I dare say Charles would be furious if you were the one fooling around like that!”
“Clive, I’ve done far more than what Mandy is doing with Roger so far, and Charles has enjoyed it immensely! Look, see for yourself what Charles is doing!”
I pointed out Charles who was openly masturbating as he watched Mandy and Roger. I smiled and reached for Clive’s crotch. I could practically hear his poor heart pounding in his chest.
“My my Clive … what have we here?” I giggled as I unzipped his trousers and took out his throbbing, iron hard cock. “You are a bad boy, aren’t you? I do believe you’re enjoying watching your lovely wife being seduced.”
To my surprise Clive’s cock was almost as big as Rogers and an intense feeling of lust flared up between my legs. Suddenly I needed fucking very badly, and his being well hung and both the local vicar and my best friend’s husband made my desires feel all the more wanton.
I glanced back towards Roger and Mandy. Any pretence at dancing was gone. Mandy was bent face forward over our velvet Queen Anne love seat, with her skirt drawn up over her waist and her pendulous tits swaying beneath her, and all the other guests were gathered around watching with bated breath. Mandy’s face was flushed and her tiny white frilly panties were down around her ankles. Roger was brandishing his massive black cock and was poised, ready to put it into her lovely hairless pink cunny. My newly cuckolded husband’s voice broke the tension in the room.
“That’s it Roger… Fuck the cock loving slag! Fuck her as well as you did Sarah!” he shouted. Give her what for!”
A murmur of agreement came from the other guests. Like Charle’s, some of the other men had their cocks out also and they were openly masturbating as they watched Roger and Mandy’s sordid act. All the ladies too were either playing with their breasts or pussies or both. Even Patricia Thorne Bentwhistle; one of the more snooty ladies I’d had doubts about inviting had her hand up under her crinolines. Roger Harder certainly was the catalyst for a great deal of change in our little village.
Just as he’d done with me, Roger began by soundly spanking Mandy’s white upturned bottom until her cheeks were bright red and then slid his glistening wet cock home. Shocked by the sudden invasion, Mandy uttered an umphing sound and began to push her tight little fanny back at him. Each time he withdrew, the lips of her cunt clutched his cock tightly, unwilling to let go of as much as an inch.
Clive whimpered and groaned and I could feel his marvelously big cock beginning to freely lubricate in my fist. I fell on my knees in my eagerness to drain it. “Oh god Clive, this is so hot watching them, isn’t it? Hurry! Spunk in my mouth while you watch Roger fuck Mandy!” I gasped, sucking the head of his dripping, obscenely large appendage between my lips.
Needing no further encouragement from me, Clive held my head still and savagely fucked away at my face as he watched Roger doing his young pretty wife. At the same time I raised his huge swollen ball sac in the palm of my tiny hand, surprised but pleased at the weight of it. Knowing I was about to be the recipient of a very substantial load, I began to cream my knickers in anticipation.
“Dear Lord, forgive me!” Clive groaned as he let go of his burden and his first big burst of thick pearly sperm shot down my throat.
Holding on tightly to his backside, I allowed his following bursts of hot semen to puddle on my tongue and fill my mouth before gulping it down. In the process some of it had seeped out the corners of my mouth and was swaying in ropes from my chin. I smiled to myself, musing about what theme his sermon could possibly take this coming Sunday.
Suddenly I felt a powerful pair of hands tearing off my skirt and my sodden panties. I turned my head and looked back over my shoulder to see our town blacksmith’s handsome young son Paul Thickson with a very sizeable cock, about to mount me from behind. Having my cunt and asshole on full display to everyone felt very naughty, and yet it also felt so marvelously freeing.
Eager to watch and with cock in hand, my husband Charles moved in closer. It was amazing how much he had changed in such a short time.
The sight of my mature, upturned ass and steaming furrow was like a red flag to a bull to young Paul, and he groaned and rammed his cock home. I cried out ecstatically.
“God yes dear Paul!” I begged. “Fuck my married pussy with your wonderfully hard young cock! Fuck me you wonderful, wonderful boy! Fill me with hot spunk!”
“Yes Paul!” Charles echoed. “Fuck my wife for me! Fuck her hard! Give her what she needs!”
The wet, slapping sounds of my and Mandy’s sexing reverberated through the room, spurring on the rest of our guests to begin removing all of their clothing. Before long everyone at the party was openly copulating, masturbating, or frolicking naked.
No sooner had Clive finished spurting in my mouth before he was edged aside and replaced by Paul’s burly father, Tom Thickson. While sucking Tom off and fucking his son, I noticed Charles had found his video camera and was recording my double fucking for posterity.
I heard Mandy sob and whimper as Roger’s assault on her cunny sped up. Suddenly his ebony buttocks tightened, and by the tortured noises Mandy was making, I knew he was draining his balls into her. When he was finally finished Roger pulled out of Mandy leaving her moaning and stretched open, oozing with cum.
“There you are Clive,” he smiled, motioning towards Mandy’s freshly fucked pussy. “She’s all yours. I did what you asked and gave her what she needed.”
“Oh god Clive…He was so big and it felt so good!” Mandy panted,” laying back on the loveseat and spreading her legs wide open. “Come and suck my cunt while it’s all hot and cummy sweetheart!”
Clive was between her legs in a flash. I knew how wonderful Mandy was feeling. She’d been thoroughly blacked and there was no putting the genie back in the bottle. Like Charles, Clive was now a cuckold, and he too, would now want to watch her be sexed on a regular basis. I could see a look of envy on the other ladies faces. They wanted what Mandy and I had, and who could blame them? But there was no need for jealousy.
I knew before long Roger would have every one of them, and Swappington would never be the same again.