Quite simply, Amy was a stunningly attractive blonde woman from a well off suburban family. Her parents were liberal minded and raised her to be the same. When she turned twenty-four, she met and fell in love with a fair-haired young man named Ronald. He was a handsome young man who was open minded in his ideals which is what first attracted Amy. They were making love after the third date and married less than five months after having met.
They honeymooned in Florida and made love on the beach. With the sand as their bed, they fondled and kissed tenderly. The sand was hot and the air was cool. It was a fond memory, despite Ronald’s lack of sexual prowess. Ronald looked around constantly, worried that they might be seen.
“Who cares if someone sees us?” Amy repeatedly said to Ronald as he continually broke off their lovemaking to see if anyone was around.
Ronald was so nervous that he struggled to keep an erection. As she lay under him in hungry waiting desire, he comically stroked his penis without success to get it erect. Taking control of the situation, Amy gently pushed Ronald on his back and took his penis in her mouth. With Ronald’s pale limp penis in her mouth, she began fellatio. Ronald’s penis felt like a small worm squirming around her mouth and Amy nearly gagged because the experience repulsed her. When Ronald finally got an erection, they made love in their customary missionary position. Ronald was in ecstasy as he entered his lover for the first time as her husband. Amy always enjoyed the intimacy but felt little excitement from Ronald’s strokes. She hardly felt penetrated at all. Ronald was handsome and the best kisser she had ever known but she almost felt bothered by his shallow entry into her. She wanted more and wanted it further within her then he seemed to be able to reach. She took control again and lifted her hips and began smashing them against his. Her hands were on his buttocks now and her pussy gobbled every piece of his penis she could get into herself and it began to feel good. She gasped as new areas within her were touched, but after a few minutes of this rough treatment, Ronald hollered and ejaculated. Moments later his penis went limp again. As if all the passion spurted out with his semen, Ronald rolled off her and moaned in gratification. As he lay back, Amy sat on top of him and inserted him into her again. Pumping on top of him a few times in order to please herself more.
“Come on, Ron…let’s do it again.” Amy swayed in vain. He could not regain an erection and she hadn’t felt an orgasm yet.
Amy didn’t really care, she loved Ronald and understood how nervous he was.
After returning moving into their first home, Amy and Ronald’s lovemaking session improved a great deal. Ronald became less nervous about sex and they had many long and fun times in and out of bed. Amy began having more orgasms after one year of marriage and then it became a regular event for her to enjoy sex. Despite this, Amy continued to be nagged by the feeling she wasn’t being fully penetrated. In a strange way, she almost felt like she hadn’t had sex.
After two happy years living in a suburban apartment complex, the couple decided to get an house in the inner city where they both worked. Amy and Ronald used to drive together to and from work. During these short drives, they talked about work, had arguments and other mundane things. They also talked about having children. Both Ronald and Amy wanted children eventually, but Amy was reluctant because it would mean her leaving her job, something she was not prepared to do even for Ronald. After one year of driving to work, Amy recommended they start using public transportation in order to do something for the environment. Ronald agreed, not realizing that Amy was really trying to avoid their discussions about having kids. Amy and Ron would take the bus together, but would never argue since they didn’t have any privacy.
One morning, Ronald didn’t want to have sex, and wouldn’t have sex with Amy no matter how she begged for it. The reason Ronald did not want to have sex that morning is because he had been masturbating unbeknownst to Amy in the shower. He was spent from masturbating and couldn’t get an erection so acted like he didn’t want to have sex so he could conceal the truth. Amy became very angry and irrational and refused to go with him to the bus stop, saying he would prefer to take the train by herself. The train stop was four blocks away, but Amy was too angry to care.
Amy normally dressed very conservatively, but decided to dress as sexy as possible in order to irritate Ronald. She pulled out her favorite black high heels and put on a short black loose skirt that was sure to lift up revealingly in the breeze. Amy also slipped on a shinny blue silken short sleeve blouse that accentuated her attractive slender proportions.
“Do I look nice, Ronnie?” She asked in a sultry tone.
“Yes,” he said gloomily.
“Do I look sexy?” Amy asked with a tinge of anger.
“Good,” Amy said and trotted out the door without another word.
Amy decided to take the train to work, which meant she had to walk four blocks to get to the train stop. All along the way, Amy put on a good show. Her hips swayed in a beckoning manner and her legs moved doe like along the sidewalks. She glanced back once at Ronald who was watching her from the apartment window in dismay as she continued her arousing stroll down the street. Her high heels made a sharp clip clop as she walked, signaling to everyone that a woman was passing through. She looked all around to catch the eye of any man in the vicinity. Amy smiled as she saw men watching her hungrily as she walked by, enjoying the thought of Ronald bothered by her exit and the attention she attracted. She imagined that she could have any man she wanted in a moment but didn’t think seriously of it. She really only wanted to stick to Ronald she thought-she never thought of cheating on him. Amy was happy enough gathering the attention of men and eating up their desiring looks. Her eyes went from one man to the other until they finally came upon him.
His eyes were large and dark and started so deeply into her that she felt they were sucking her in. They were expressive, soulful and hungry…and they belonged to a black man. His name was Terrance and he was large and tall. He had a dark grubby looking beard and a tangled mass of dirty hair. His clothes were gray, tattered and dirty. He was smelly from not showering, smelled slightly of alcohol and had been searching deeply through a trashcan when she caught his attention. His face was dirty but his skin was dark and tight. Every man on the street wanted her, but in his eyes, Amy could see that he wanted her most of all. While other men only stole glances at her, being too afraid to meet her gaze directly, he looked her up and down without a hesitation and smiled at her.
She smiled back without thinking and found her gaze locked on to his as she strolled by with a swish of her skirt. He kept staring as she past and shamelessly drank the vision of her alluring backside as she walked on. She had turned her head as much as she could to keep looking at him eating up her looks and turned around a bit.
“Good morning, ma’am.” Terrance said. “You lookin might fine.”
“Thank you, sir.” Amy said, again without thinking. “Good morning to you.”
Amy did one more thing without thinking, something that both she and Terrance would be thinking about the rest of the day. She raised one slender creamy hand and very provocatively blew him a kiss. Afterward, blushing deeply red, Amy skipped hurriedly away. Amy speedily entered the train station and merged into the crowd. She was unaware she was giggling and shaking a little from excitement. After climbing the staircase to the train platform, she walked over to a spot where she could see the black bum standing on the street beside the trashcan he had been rummaging through. He was looking up at her, had a broad smile and waved slowly at her.
She waved back, completely out of character, and very quickly blew another kiss at him. Amy nearly missed her train because she was so distracted she couldn’t her the conductor calling. She hurried in and spent the rest her ride contemplating what she had just done. Ronald was nowhere in her thoughts from that moment she laid eyes on that black man until she got on the train and couldn’t see him anymore. She felt a sort of shame, and wondered who sitting or standing around her might have seen her actions.
At work, where she was a human resources executive, she thought constantly of what had happened. She felt bad mostly, but in the back of her thought stirred some deep seeded itch. As her thoughts drifted from work to her encounter, her hand once found it’s way between her legs. Her fingers touched the edges and she became moist.
She called Ronald and they made up. It was a great relief and Amy felt assured that tonight would be an evening of great sex with Ronald. Her thoughts remained on Ronald and the anticipation of embracing and lovemaking with him. She thought of nothing else until she started riding the train back hone and wondered if she would see the black man again.
Charity starts at home
Since the fateful day when she walked to the train station, Amy made it her habit to take the train to work. Amy told Ronald that she liked the walk to the train ad enjoyed the exercise it gave her. She made certain to let Ronald know that she wanted to take these walks alone since she also enjoyed the quiet time to herself. What happened didn’t tell Ron or even realized herself what that she secretly was hoping to meet the black bum again. When she walked to the train station, she found the black bum at the same garbage can.
The black bum wore the same tattered and dirty clothes and looked just as grubby as he did the previous day. This time the black bum wasn’t searching through the garbage can, it seemed clear he had been waiting there to see Amy again. As she approached, the black bum gave her the same admiring stare and met her eyes.
“Good morning, ma’am.” He said with a smile. “That’s a real nice dress you have on this morning, the colors bring out your lovely eyes.”
“Why, thank you.” She replied feeling genuinely flattered.
Amy smiled nervously, not because she was scared of the black bum, but because he made her feel strange. Amy walked by the black bum. He watched her as she walked by in the same way he did yesterday. This time, however; Amy turned around and walked back to the black bum.
“Good morning and hi.” She said with a smile and extended her hand to the black bum. “My name is Amy Smith.”
Amy was amazed at how confident and composed the black bum appeared to be. Nothing seemed to startle him. He kept smiling at her and looking at her with his soulful eyes. He took her hand in his and shook it firmly but not hard. Amy detected a sensation running through her hand up her arm at the moment of contact, electricity seem to pass between them as they shook hands.
“Mine is Terrance Ebon, very nice to meet you Amy Smith.”
“I’m kinda of embarrassed, I felt I should talk to you…to apologize…yesterday when I blew a kiss to you…” Amy blushed.
“I knew you was just playin around,” the black bum said with a hearty laugh. “You made my whole day though and I much appreciate it.”
“Thank you,” Amy said smiling.
“I encourage you to continue,” Terrance joked. “And I would like to add that your smile is as lovely as your eyes.
“Thank you again,” Amy said with a big smile. “I better be heading to work now.”
“Ok miss…but can you blow me another of your sweet kisses.”
Amy blushed redder if possible but smiled cheerfully and did as Terrance asked. She blew him a quick kiss and gave him a wink. Terrance watched the attractive sway of Amy’s behind as she walked away to the train station. Amy didn’t stop thinking about Terrance for the rest of the day and wondered how a seemingly nice man could end up picking garbage from a trashcan for a living.
Amy would see Terrance every day at the same spot every morning. Terrance would always greet her politely and compliment her on clothes. Amy would always greet him with a smile and a kind word, and sometimes gave him change. They might talk for a minute or two before Amy left to catch her train. During one of the conversations, Amy learned that Terrance used to be a mechanic but had been unemployed for over two years.
One morning Ronald was surprised to wake up and find Amy had already left for work. This didn’t bother Ronald at all, things were going very well with Amy. Ronald figured that Amy was just leaving early because she needed to get work done at the office. What Ronald did not realize was that Amy left early so she could meet Terrance and buy him a cup of coffee at a nearby donut shop.
Amy was curious why Terrance was still unemployed and wanted more time to talk with him. Terrance was very pleased to have coffee with Amy. They talked for nearly thirty minutes. In that time Terrance revealed to Amy that the reason he wasn’t working was that he was a recovering alcoholic. Amy hesitantly told Terrance she was married when asked. He went on to tell Amy that he couldn’t get a job because he had no place to stay, clean up, or anything. Amy was touched by his apparent willingness to work, and was also touched on the arm by Terrance during the conversation. Since Amy was a liberal and charitable minded person, she felt bad for him and wanted to help.
That evening after Amy and Ronald had made love and were talking in bed, Amy began to tell Ronald about Terrance. Amy didn’t tell Ronald about the way she acted around Terrance, she only told him that he was a vagrant she gave change to in the morning. She explained all about Terrance’s problems getting work and suggested that maybe they could help him. Ronald was also a liberal minded and charitable person, and he listened to Amy’s plan for helping Terrance. Amy suggested that Terrance could temporarily move into the renovated basement of the house. Terrance could shower, have a place to live for awhile and then look for work. At first, Amy thought Ronald would flat out refuse such an arrangement. To Amy’s surprise, Ronald agreed to it. For a few minutes, Amy actually found herself trying to talk Ronald out of agreeing. In the end Ronald said it was easy for them to do and would help Terrance out a lot. Amy gave Ronald a great hug and kissed him deeply. Amy felt so lucky being married to a man with such a generous heart.
Terrance was stunned when Amy told him that she and her husband wanted to invite him to live in the basement of their house until he could find a job and get his own apartment. That afternoon, Amy took Terrance to her house and introduced him to Ronald. Terrance and Ronald shared a brief polite handshake.
“You have a real nice lady,” Terrance told Ronald. “You ought to hang on to her.”
Ronald smiled and held Amy close to his side. “I know she is…and I plan to.”
After welcoming Terrance to the house and showing him the basement, Amy put out some of Ronald’s old clothes for Terrance to wear after he took a shower in the basement bathroom. Ronald and Amy waited for Terrance to return from his shower upstairs in the dinning room since they decided Terrance would share dinner with them tonight. When Terrance came upstairs, neither Amy nor Ronald could believe their eyes. Once washed, shaved and put into new clothes, Terrance looked like a completely different man. Under the dirty clothes, nasty hair and foul smell was a well built and strikingly handsome black man who looked better in Ronald’s clothes then Ronald ever did.
“Oh my gawd!” Amy said after her mouth dropped. She was amazed at how well Terrance cleaned up.
“Thank you for the clothes,” Terrance said. “After you let them out they fit better on me.”
“Look at you, handsome.” Amy said half-joking, half-serious. “You look great. Those are some nice clothes you have on this morning, mister.”
“Aw, stop your joking.” Terrance said with an attractive smile.
“Give me a hug.” Amy said impulsively.
Without hesitation, Terrance scooped Amy up in his arms and hugged her. Amy felt instant delight in Terrance’s strong masculine embrace. Terrance spun her for fun and Amy laughed giddily in spite of her self. Amy felt as light as a feather in Terrance’s strong taut arms and felt as though she were flying through the air. Amy placed her hands on Terrance’s shoulders for balance and squeezed them, feeling the muscles on him. As Terrance let Amy back down, Amy’s thigh brushed past Terrance’s crotch and she was startled to feel a large stiff bulge in his pants. Ronald who was standing nearby looked at the two with a fixed gaze.
“Well, let’s eat.” Amy said as she quickly moved to Ronald’s side.
All three sat at the table and enjoyed a good meal. They all shared some small talk and laughs at the dinner table. Amy and Terrance did most of the talking together that night. Amy couldn’t get over how handsome Terrance looked and get her gaze focused on him for most of dinner. As Amy kept her attention on Terrance, Ronald seemed to fade away until it felt like Terrance and Amy were having a intimate dinner alone. Ronald watched his beautiful wife smiling in a way he never saw before, she was glowing with excitement, and her eyes shined in admiration at Terrance. Ronald noticed how Terrance smiled at Amy, how admiringly he looked at her and how comfortable they seemed together. Neither Amy nor Terrance took notice when Ronald left the room.
Amy’s Best Friend
The best friend Amy ever thought she had in the whole world had to be Dana Jones. Dana and Amy knew each other since grade school and were close since then. Amy felt she could express her feelings and share her troubles with Dana more then anyone else. Dana felt very differently about Amy. Dana loved Amy as a friend, and also hated her as a rival.
Dana was a tall attractive brunette, very slim and very sexy. Despite her attractiveness, she felt intimidated by the gorgeous supermodel looks of Amy. Dana felt that she could never get things as good as Amy because of Amy’s gorgeous looks. While Amy didn’t realize it, she had unintentionally stolen Ronald from Dana. Ronald had been friends with Dana first, and things were just starting to get good between them when Amy came along and took him.
Ever since Amy got kissed first in 3rd grade, in Dana’s thinking, Amy always got the better of her. Amy married the man Dana wanted, so Dana remained single. Amy had a house and not an apartment, Amy had a better car, Amy had a higher paying job and Amy had the perfect life.
Dana received an urgent call from Amy on Sunday night and was now meeting Amy for lunch on Monday to talk about Amy’s latest crisis. These crisis lunches on Monday were a regular event for Amy and Dana. The kind of crisis Amy had were usually like whether she should accept the new higher paying job or accept the raise her current employer was offering her to stay. Nothing bad ever happened to Amy. Although Dana resented Amy, she still couldn’t resist wanting to be friends with her, if only in the hopes that she might see Amy fail at something someday.
Dana waited for Amy in they’re usually quite corner in a café close to where they both worked. Closer to Amy then it is to me thought Dana. Amy was running late as usual. So that she can make a dramatic entrance and show off her slim body to me.
Here comes Mrs. Perfect now, looking gorgeous as ever. Oh my gawd, she’s wearing the same dress I showed her and said I was buying….that bitch!
Sure enough, when Amy arrived, heads turned at the bar. Amy wore a white sun dress with a slit on the side that revealed her sexy legs. Amy looked radiant as she walked up smiling at Dana. As she reached the table, Dana rose up smiling and gave Amy a friendly hug. They took they’re seats and shared some idle chitchat for a few minutes. They ordered some ice tea, the waiter flirted with Amy of course, and then Amy seemed to be prepared to share her latest crisis with Dana.
“I think I might be attracted to another man.” Amy said in a whisper.
“What?” Dana said, her interest suddenly perked up by the juicy news.
“Yes, it true.” Amy said sadly as she stirred her ice tea. “I’ve been having feelings for another man.”
“Tell me all about it, honey.” Dana said as she relished the chance to hear her friend’s troubles. “I mean, who is he, how did it happen, do I know him?”
“You don’t know him,” Amy started saying slowly. “He’s black.”
“You better start from the beginning.” Dana said as she thought, Oh this is going to be good.
Over the next twenty minutes, Amy explained it all. About how she met Terrance picking garbage from the street and how she later moved him into the basement with Ronald’s permission. Amy told her about all the flirting between her and Terrance and her confused feelings. All the while, Dana attention stayed focused on Amy, absorbing her misfortune like a sponge.
“He cleaned up very good,” Amy said biting her lip. “I’ve been having confusing emotions and can’t think straight. I think I’m going to ask him to leave and end this situation, otherwise I don’t know what might happen. What do you think I should do?”
Here was the crucial moment when Dana had to chose whether she was Amy’s friend or Amy’s rival. She saw all the future complications that could arise from this situation and she saw how she could benefit from it too. For a moment, looking at Amy’s distress made her feel sympathy for her friend. Getting Terrance out of her life seemed like the logical thing to do to save the marriage. Then Dana thought about the humor in Amy sleeping with a homeless black bum, and Ronald free for the taking in the comforting arms of an old friend. Dana thought that if she played her cards right, she could leave Amy with the bum and she could scoop up Ronald with all his money for herself. He should have been mine anyway, Dana thought to herself. Ronald deserves better then this tramp, she also thought.
“I think you should let him stay.” Dana said without the slightest hint of duplicity.
“You do?” Amy said slightly puzzled. Amy had come in the hopes of getting encouragement to throw Terrance out and had not expected this.
“You always have such a low regard for yourself, Amy.” Dana said. “I know you would never cheat on Ronald, what you two have is too special. Your just having suffering from some spring fever, it will pass.”
“You think so?” Amy said.
“Of course,” Dana laughed. “You are the most honest person I know. And honest people simply don’t cheat on they’re husbands.”
“That’s true,” Amy said. “I always try to be straightforward.”
“Exactly. What I think you are doing is a honorable thing and you should be proud to have such an understanding husband.”
“Yes, I thought so too. Ronald is a wonderful man.” Amy said nodding her head more confidently. “Your right, wow, how could I ever think I could have feelings for any other man then Ronald.” “So you see, there’s no reason for Terrance to leave.” Dana said as she patted Amy’s hand.
“Thank you, Dana.” Amy said raising her tea and taping glasses with Dana. “I’m so lucky to have a friend like you.”
The new man in the house
In some ways, living on the street was easier to Terrance then living in the house with Amy and Ronald. Although he no longer had to worry about food and shelter, it was hard on Terrance to see Amy with Ronald every day. In the street it had been easy to flirt with Amy, but as a guest in her home Terrance had to behave himself. Terrance did not want anger Ronald and get thrown out of the house, thereby risking the chance of losing contact with the lovely Amy. Terrance wanted to beat the wimpy white boy Ronald up but had to restrain himself. Terrance would sometimes catch Amy and Ronald kissing and being affectionate, and occasionally he could hear them making love upstairs and it made him sick.
Between the time Terrance spent on a job search, he started to help out around the house that began to establish his masculinity over Ronald. It started with little things, one morning Ronald was having trouble opening a jar that Terrance took from his hands and twisted open easily. When Amy needed some boxes moved from the attic to the basement, Terrance carried the heaviest boxes. When the kitchen sink broke, it was Terrance who fixed it. Amy noticed too how soon Ronald seem to get tired after physical labor and how Terrance seemed to possess endless energy. Then one afternoon Amy was coming down a ladder after retrieving some high heals shoes in a high closet shelf when she slipped and began to fall off the ladder. Both Ronald and Terrance were nearby, but while Ronald stood there in surprise, Terrance leapt forward and caught Amy in his arms as she fell. For a moment they held still in shock with Amy nestled comfortably in Terrance’s arms. Amy looked at Terrance in relief and then something else. Amy felt in herself an intense desire kiss Terrance full on the lips and for a moment she thought she was.
“Oh my gosh!” Ronald called out suddenly. “Good reflexes, Terrance.”
Amy snapped out of her trance and Terrance let her down gently to her feet.
“Yes….” Amy said short of breath. “Thank you, Terrance.”
“Think nothing of it.” Terrance said with a humble smile.
Ronald and Amy embraced in relief, but as they held, Amy kept her eyes on Terrance.
In the weeks that followed, Amy went out of her way to spend less time with Terrance and leave him alone to concentrate on his job search. Terrance’s job search didn’t go very well and after a few weeks he started to get depressed. Ronald also appeared to be uneasy and restless, and Amy had the feeling he was going to ask that Terrance leave. Amy, who remained optimistic, finally decided to come downstairs one night to encourage Terrance and found him with a bottle of alcohol. Amy was very angry at first but soften up when she realized Terrance was on the verge of considering leaving to live in the street again.
Amy didn’t want him to go back to his old ways and tried to talk him out of it with various arguments. Nothing seemed to work.
“What can I do to change your mind?” Amy asked without really thinking.
Half drunk. Terrance replied: “I need to be a man to find a job, but I don’t feel like a man here. Help me to feel like a man and I can do anything Amy.”
“How can I do that, Terrance, how can I make you feel like a man?” Amy asked innocently.
“I’ll keep trying if you let me touch your breasts….and if you suck my dick.” Terrance said these words so calmly and directly that Amy had no doubt he wasn’t joking.
Amy was stunned by the request and felt as close as she would ever be to throwing Terrance out for good when strong impulse delayed her.
“I can’t do that….I’m married.” Amy said in a exasperated voice.
“I’m not asking you to sleep with me or cheat on Ronald…I just want to feel like a man, and only you can do it for me.”
“What…why only me?” Amy asked, as she felt lightheaded with her hand on her chest.
“Because to me, your so perfect, special and beautiful.” Terrance said earnestly. “And you doing that for me would make me feel on top of the world….it would make me feel like a man.”
Amy stood silent for a moment, still feeling disoriented by the situation she suddenly found herself in. She looked at Terrance, a tall handsome black man looking at her imploringly, she thought about how he saved her from injury when she fell from the ladder. She though about Ronald and her desire to do right.
“Ok.” Amy said nervously. “I’ll let you fondle my breasts, and I’ll…,” here she had trouble with the words. “…I’ll suck your dick if you promise to keep trying to get a job until you get one.”
“Deal.” Terrance said without hesitation.
Amy’s body tingled nervously at the bargain she had just made. While Terrance stood still, Amy went to lock the doors-she didn’t want Ronald stepping in unexpectedly and look around to make sure no one could see through a window. After making sure they had privacy, She stepped up close to the half shocked Terrance and took his hands in hers. With a slow motion, she lifted his big black hands in her slim white hands to her blouse and placed them on her breasts. Amy’s body tingled even more and her head felt like it was swelling. As Terrance’s hand touched, her breasts perked up to Amy’s surprise and she stood still.
At first, Terrance did nothing, but then he began softly fondling and cupping her breasts intently as Amy watched. This went on for a couple of minutes until Terrance suddenly unbuttoned the blouse that seemed to fly open and exposed one naked breast. Amy’s breathing became faster and she started to shake, but Terrance placed on hand on her shoulder and it calmed her.
Terrance leaned forward to kiss Amy’s breast and she resisted by drawing backwards. Using both hands, Terrance pulled Amy forcefully back to him and then stroked her face with one hand tenderly.
“Okay.” Amy spoke softly. “Go ahead.”
Amy put her hands on Terrance’s face and pulled his head down to her breasts. She then merely watched, occasionally stroking his hair softly. She started in a fixated way as his black mouth wrapped around her white breasts and began to softly suck and kiss them. He kept caressing and kissing for a few minutes and then looked at Amy intently.
As if on queue, Amy bend down to her knees and stared for a moment at the bulge in Terrance pants. She exchanged looks between Terrance and the bulge in his pants. She thought for a moment about changing her mind but soon found herself delicately loosening Terrance’s belt and unzipping his pants. She watched the bulge in Terrance’s pants throb and grow bigger, the sight of it mesmerized her. Slowly she lowered Terrance’s pants and then pulled down his underwear. Amy couldn’t believe her own eyes at what she saw.
“Oh my!” Amy said quite loudly with a smile in spite of her self.
Terrance’s cock was the longest and thickest she had ever laid eyes upon. It was a 12-inch rod of pure black meat with a great purple head. It was the most beautiful cock she ever saw, with thick veins running along the smooth black length ending in a huge thick nutsack. Amy shyly put her hand on it and stroked it gently. She examined it carefully, marveling at its size and attractiveness with a fascinated attention.
“It won’t bite.” Terrance said with a great wide smile.
Amy and Terrance laughed and she blushed.
“It’s bigger than my Ronald’s.” Amy said as she carefully stroked it. Amy giggled for a moment as she held Terrance’s cock in her hand. “It’s way way bigger than Ronald’s. You have a really big dick Terrance.”
“You sound like you like it.” Terrance said as he began to gently stroke Amy’s hair.
“Its amazing,” Amy said as suddenly a drop of saliva dribbled from her mouth. She blushed again as she wiped her lips. “I know this sounds dirty but I want to bite it.”
“I would love to see your beautiful face wrap its lips around my cock.” Terrance said.
Amy giggled once more and then shyly planted a kiss on Terrance’s cock. She turned her face aside, blushed again, giggled and covered her face with one hand.
“I can’t believe I just kissed your cock.” Amy peeked at Terrance’s cock that she held in one hand and planted another quick kiss on his cock, and then another and another. Amy then licked it and put her hands over her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter.
After another moment she opened her mouth wide and put the head of Terrance’s thick black cock into her mouth. She began sucking and with a audible smacking sound pulled the black cock from out of her mouth.
“I like it…I really do…I always wanted to suck a man’s cock.” Amy said between sucking, kissing and licking Terrance’s cock.
“Haven’t you sucked Ronald’s cock?” Terrance asked.
“You can’t really call his dick a cock.” Amy said sharply and without fully realizing what she said. “This is a man’s cock.”
Amy sucked and licked Terrance’s cock ravenously for twenty minutes. Terrance would occasionally grunt with pleasure as Amy’s mouth worked hungrily on his black cock. Pleasuring Terrance seemed to please Amy and she smiled with delight. Amy kissed and licked every glorious inch of his black manhood. Amy also licked Terrance black balls vigorously, savoring them like a delicacy.
After greedily gobbling at Terrance’s balls, Amy began stroking Terrance’s cock vigorously, working him into a climax.
“Oh, Terrance. I want to make you cum.” Amy rubbed his cock with one hand and bared her breasts with the other. “I want you to cum on my tits.”
After rubbing Terrance’s cock continuously over her breasts, Amy masturbated Terrance into an orgasm. Terrance ejaculated a great stream of cum all over Amy’s breasts, and after he was spent, Amy rubbed his long black cock over her cum drenched white breasts. Amy began to gently suck his cock again, with the cum still dripping from his dick, and she tasted the cum on her tongue and swallowed.
After that Amy coughed a little and her passion seemed to ebb.
“Oh my goodness, Terrance.” Amy said backing away from him.
“Thank you,” he said. “For making me feel a man, I’ll find a job tomorrow. Your such a good lady. Don’t worry about this…this was just between us.”
“Yes…it has to be Terrance….I love Ronald.” Amy said as she turned red with shame. “We can’t ever do this again.”
“You don’t have to worry, Amy.” Terrance said smiling as he pulled his underwear and pants back up.
Amy felt more at eased and then smiled again once more at Terrance as he helped her to her feet.
“Thank you, Terrance.” She said in a daze. “Thank you for understanding.”
They said nothing for a moment and then shared an awkward hug. Amy returned cautiously upstairs, terrified of Ronald finding her flushed with excitement and splattered and smelling of Terrance’s cum. She found her way into the bathroom and prepared to take a shower. For a moment she looked at herself in the mirror, fascinated by the sight of the cum on her breasts. In a moment of weakness, Amy scooped up some of Terrance’s cum with her finger and sucked it off and swallowed it. Amy then shook her head and took a cold shower. She returned to her bedroom and woke Ron as she slipped into bed. That night, Ronald began rubbing her breasts to initiate foreplay.
“I have a headache tonight, honey.” Amy told Ronald sharply. Ronald halted his advance and they both went to sleep.
Nearly a week passed since Amy’s pretty lips lavished licks and kisses to Terrance’s black cock. During that week Amy tried very hard to pretend that nothing had happened and that what transpired between her and Terrance was only a loving form of encouragement. Amy carried on and behaved like things were as they were before her encounter with Terrance. She paid more attention to Ronald and did all sorts of nice things for him. Sex with Ronald was becoming a chore, however; since she kept picturing Terrance’s beautiful black cock.
Terrance made good on his promise to Amy and aggressively sought employment. One day, Terrance announced that he had secured a interview with a auto repair shop. Everyone was happy at the news, but Amy was so excited that she felt she needed to see Terrance alone and congratulate him. The thought of being alone with Terrance made Amy nervous and she picked up the phone and decided to seek the counsel of a friend. Amy phoned Dana and asked her to meet for lunch.
Dana came ready for her lunch with Amy. Tucked snugly in her purse was a little tape recorder with a tiny microphone that stuck out of the purse enough to catch any nearby conversation without being seen. Dana felt bad about having to put a hole in her favorite purse but felt the sacrifice a necessary one. She was completely ready to catch any incriminating thing Amy might say so she could pass it on to Ronald and help destroy they’re marriage.
Dana almost felt sorry for Amy when she came in. Amy looked so distressed and so restless. She saw how Amy looked to Dana for advice and support as her only confidant and friend.
Even upset Amy still looks so cute and perfect. I hate her. Thought Dana.
As Amy finished her ordering her drinks and settling in for lunch, Dana didn’t have any clue as to how good the information Amy was about to reveal.
“I did something terrible, Dana.” Amy started to say. “I gave Terrance oral sex.”
“I can’t believe you kissed him?” Dana said, mindful of the fact Ronald would later listen to this tape.
“I didn’t kiss him.” Amy grimaced. “I sucked his cock.”
Dana spilled her drink and her head spun with the realization of what she heard. After a waiter came and cleaned up the table, Dana turned to her friend with a look of astonishment.
“I can’t believe what you said.” Dana said. “What did you say?”
“I sucked his cock, Dana.” Amy said remorsefully. “I got down on my knees, put his dick in my mouth and sucked it.”
“Did you sleep with him?” Dana asked, hoping to hit a home run of evidence.
“No, of course not.” Amy said. “But I sucked his cock, I even, I even swallowed his semen.”
Dana shook her head in disbelief.
“How could you do that?” Dana said, trying to sound good for the tape. “What about Ronald?”
“I know,” Amy said distraught. “His cock was so big and beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.”
“He had a big cock.” Dana said, momentarily forgetting herself.
“Yes, a big hard black cock.” Amy said dreamily. “It made me so hot he could have raped me and I wouldn’t have cared.”
“Amy, I can’t believe you said that.” Dana said, and carefully she reached into her purse as if getting a handkerchief, but in reality Dana switched off the tape recorder.
“That’s more then enough to end it with Ronald.” Dana thought to herself. “Now to finish her off.”
“I love Ronald, Dana.” Amy said. “And it was a one time thing, I promised myself I would never do it again.”
“So what’s the problem that you called me about?” Dana asked.
“Terrance has found a job and worked very hard to improve himself. I want to go and congratulate him in person and by myself, it would mean more if I did that. But I’m afraid of what might happen if we alone together.”
“Amy, you’re my best friend and I think you go ahead and see him alone.” Dana said.
“Really?” Amy asked with a puzzled look. “But what about my temptation, what if things get too hot and I lose control again, wouldn’t it be better to back off.”
“I don’t think so, Amy.” Dana said assertively. “I think you need to face it, your not the kind of person to shrink away from conflict.”
“But what if something happens?” Amy asked.
“Then it happens,” Dana said. “You have to confront your feelings and be true to yourself. Maybe your heart is going in a different direction now, maybe your meant to be with a black man and have his babies.”
“Oh my gosh,” Amy said blushing. “Are you saying I should have an affair with him?”
“No, absolutely not,” Dana said choosing her words carefully. “I’m just saying you should listen to your heart.”
“Yes,” Amy said nodding. “That’s true, Dana. You always know the answer and what to say.”
“Now don’t worry about this silly infatuation,” Dana said. “You love Ronald, it doesn’t matter how hot Terrance makes you or how sexy he looks, you were meant to be with Ronald. But if there is a chance you are meant to be with Mr. Hotsuff, then I think you should find out.”
“Yes, your right Dana.” Amy nodded. “I plan to find out.”
As a final touch, Dana reached into her purse, took out a small case and past it discreetly over to her friend. Amy looked at the little container and immediately recognized it and blushed.
“I know you and Ronnie don’t use protection since you were trying to have kids so you can take my birth control pills. I want you to be safe.” Dana said.
“Dana!” Amy continued blushing. “You don’t think Terrance and I would go that far, do you?”
Ronald said he needed to work late in his study and would be busy. Amy took this opportunity to sneak downstairs and visit Terrance to congratulate him. She found him watching t.v. with only sweat pants and a tank top on. Amy couldn’t help but look at the bulge between his pants. She greeted him and he rose quickly up from the sofa.
“Hi Terrance,” she said a little nervously. “I just wanted to congratulate you on getting an interview, I’m sure you’ll do great.”
“Oh, I know I will.” Terrance said beaming a smile at Amy. “I’ve got a lot of confidence, I have you to thank for that.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” Amy blushed. “Thank yourself, only you made it possible.”
“No, I do need to thank you.” Terrance said and he advanced to give Amy a hug.
Reluctantly at first, Amy settled into Terrance strong embrace. They held each other for what seemed like ages. Amy could feel Terrance’s heart beating and the heat of his flesh. Her hands instinctively began to explore his body, almost completely independent of her control, and she also felt Terrance’s hands caressing her back, her ass. Amy’s hand finally settles on Terrance’s crotch where the bulge in his pants had become enormous.
Before Amy is aware of her actions she has brought down his pants and is deeply sucking on Terrance’s cock. She sucked and sucked his big black dick and could not stop sucking it. That night, Terrance came inside of Amy’s mouth and she was happy to swallow every drop. She licked it greedily off her lips and off his penis. She adored licking his black dick and kissing it. When she was done, Terrance and Amy shared another hug and she quickly returned upstairs. This time Amy didn’t bother to shower or wash her mouth out, she came straight to bed. She found Ronald there who decided to come to bed early.
“Hi, honey.” Ronald said as Amy got under the covers. “Where were you?”
“Oh, I just went to give Terrance some encouragement for tomorrow.” Amy said with a smile.
Ronald and Amy kissed and she blushed later with the thought that Terrance’s cum was still in her mouth when her husband kissed her.
Dana makes her move
Dana wasted no time arranging a meeting with Ronald and sharing the tape with him. She was shocked how hard he took it. Ronald cried in her arms almost like a baby and she was starting to get annoyed with him by the time he recovered enough to speak more then a few words between sobs.
“I can’t believe she would cheat on me.” Ronald said mournfully as Dana comforted him.
“I know, Ronnie.” Dana said holding Ronald close. “I’m her friend and it was hard to believe, but you know I’m your friend too, that’s why I had to let you know. You know I love you.”
“Thank you, Dana.” Ronald said. “You’ve always been there for me, since I met you.”
“Yes, we go way back, before Amy even” Dana added. “I always wondered why we never….never mind…its not appropriate for me to say.”
“No, its okay.” Ronald said. “I was thinking the same thing, I remember how there was always something between us.”
“Really, Ronnie.” Dana smiled at Ronald, and then leaned toward him. “You never told me, you never showed me.”
Ronald swept by the emotions of the moment took Dana in his arms and kissed her. Dana enjoyed every moment of the kiss and returned it with greedy abandon. Ronald was a good kisser, and his kissing was even better because she felt like he was being stolen from Amy. Whenever she thought about the fact she was kissing Amy’s husband it felt even better.
“I’ve always wanted you, Ronald.” Dana said with some honesty.
It wasn’t long before Ronald and Dana were rolling on the bed and undressing each other. Although Ronald wasn’t the best lover, he was hot right now and fully capable of pleasuring Dana to her wildest delights. The fact that it was so wrong made it so much hotter for Dana. It was then she realized that she had no birth control pills since she gave them all to Amy. It was too late to turn back now though. She figured Amy and Ronald were trying to have kids for awhile now, what were the chances of her getting pregnant on the first go.
Ronald and Dana fucked like animals on her bed much to Dana’s satisfaction. She held on to him and thought about how she wanted to steal him from Amy, marry him and then she could be the perfect one.
As Ronald had an orgasm in Dana, his cum spurted out of his cock and up her hot vagina.
Ronald and Dana laid in bed after they’re sexual encounter and she held on to him closely.
“Who would have thought we would end up together.” Dana said serenely.
“I’m not leaving, Amy.” Ronald said suddenly.
“What the fuck.” Dana said sitting upright. “What do you mean your now leaving Amy, she’s cheating on you dummy.”
“Yes, but I love her.” Ronald said. “And to tell you the truth, her sucking Terrance’s cock makes me hot.”
“What?” Dana said dumbly.”
“I’ve got to tell you, Dana. I want to see Amy and Terrance fuck, they deserve each other, they are both so perfect.”
“But what about me, what did you fuck me?” Dana asked indignantly.
“I needed your comfort, Dana. Even though I hoped Amy would be only for me, I’m willing to let a better man have her. She needs Terrance, I can’t give her the love she needs.”
“But you want to stay with her?” Dana asked. “You would rather stay with Amy while she fucks another man then sleep with me?”
“I lover her, Dana.” Ronald said getting up to leave. “Even if she leaves me to be with him, I will always try to support her in everything she does.”
“Son of a bitch!” Dana shouted as she proceeded to kick Ronald out of her apartment.
Amy’s gets hotter
Over the week, Amy sucked Terrance’s cock on a daily basis. Amy just couldn’t stop wanting it. Everyday Amy would suck Terrance off and he would cum all over her face or down her throat. Amy made sure to devour every bit of cum. She loved to have Terrace slap her face with his black cock or rub it on her cheek with cum still dripping from it.
One evening Terrance talked Amy into letting him lick her pussy. This was especially exciting for Amy who wet herself greatly as Terrance tongue licked her pussy till she experienced orgasm. One evening Ronald called to say he would be running late from the office, so Terrance and Amy got really bold and went 69 in the upstairs living room. Amy was in ecstasy. By now, Terrance had seen Amy totally naked and they had both massaged each other.
Ronald kept having late nights at the office in order to secretly allow Terrance and Amy more time to fool around and Terrance and Amy made use of the opportunity to share a shower once. It was a delicious experience for Amy. Under the hot spraying water she licked all of Terrance’s black body and he licked all her white body.
But they never kissed. To Amy, kissing seemed a betrayal of her marriage vows. Nor did Amy and Terrance ever have sex. Although once while hugging tightly in the shower, Terrance’s black dick brushed by Amy’s soft pink pussy and she felt incredibly hot.
Sex with Ronald had become better than ever. Mainly since Amy always started picturing Terrance having sex with her. A few moments of thinking this fantasy while having sex with Ronald gave Amy many pleasurable moments.
The first kiss
The next week, Terrance had secured himself a job at the auto repair shop. Terrance was now making enough to find his own apartment and would be moving out in two weeks. Amy and Terrance came to the mutual decision that they should now stop playing around. During those two weeks, Amy and Terrance said and had very little to do with each other.
Amy started watching more television but noticed after awhile that her viewing habits were changing. Amy found herself skipping figure skating to watch more NBA basketball games then she ever did. Instead of watching Mad about You, Amy started watching black sitcoms. The sight of black men began to arouse her and she felt guilty and excited all at the same time. It didn’t help matters when Ronald began asking strange questions.
“Honey,” Ronald began. “Did you ever date a black man?”
“No.” Amy responded curtly. “Why do you ask?”
“I’m just curious. I wouldn’t care if you had.” Ronald said calmly.
Amy paused. “I did kiss a black before.”
“You did?” Ronald said with an odd tinge of excitement in his voice.
“Yes, on a dare in high school.” Amy said thinking back to the moment. “I kissed a black football player on a visiting team and ran away.”
“Did you like it?
“It was over to quick to say whether I liked it.” Amy said while she wondering where this conversation was headed. “Why?” Amy, fed up with Ronald’s growing strangeness left the room. Truth be told, Amy did like it, but was very scared when she ran away that night and washed her mouth out for no good reason. She had an unreasoning fear that she would be pregnant from kissing the black guy but was also aroused by the concept. The concept of her white body being impregnated by a black man and carrying and giving birth to a black baby. She remembered her favorite dildo was a black one after that. Her favorite actor was a famous black star and her favorite song was from a black man. Her head was spinning from all these thoughts and she preferred to run from these problems.
When it was time for Terrance to leave, they hugged when they said goodbye. It had been the first time they touched each other in a couple of weeks and Amy felt her heart pounding so hard she was sure that Terrance could feel it. They hugged very tightly and for so long that it could not go unnoticed by Ronald, who felt strangely aroused watching his beautiful white wife in the tight embrace of a strong black man. Ronald’s penis stiffened as his wife gave Terrance a friendly kiss on the cheek.
“Let me go get a camera so we can all take a picture together.” Ronald said abruptly and then excused himself from the room.
Seeing Ronald leave the room and filled with mixed emotions, Amy laid her hand on Terrance’s check and looked deeply into his brown eyes.
“This is a special farewell gift for you.” Amy said and without waiting a moment longer she planted a soft kiss on Terrance’s lips.
Amy had not planned on it lasting long. The moment Amy and Terrance’s lips touched and kissed changed any ideas she had about a short and sweet kiss. Amy felt as though she was struck by thunder and she felt nothing else mattered. She hummed happily as Terrance kissed him back. Amy and Terrance’s first kiss was deep and passionate. Weeks of longing and desire for each other poured out of them as their mouths locked and their bodies pressed up against each other. As their mouths remained locked in a hungry kiss, Terrance’s hands caressed Amy’s back and ended up firmly gripping her butt. Amy could hear Ronald coming back into the room with his camera but knew she could not stop the kiss. Her eyes, which her closed in pleasure of the moment, opened up to see Ronald staring at the kissing couple with the camera in his hand and a dumbstruck look on his face. Amy’s eyes briefly met Ronald’s eyes and there could be no doubt she realized his return into the room. Instead of breaking away, Amy closed her eyes again and wrapped her arms tighter around Terrance. Amy kept kissing Terrance even with Ronald in the room watching it and she didn’t feel guilty about it, instead she felt excitement and liberation. She was determined to kiss Terrance for as long as they both wanted. She wasn’t going to let anything spoil her first kiss with Terrance, not even her husband.
“Oh, that was wonderful Terrance.” Amy said when they finally finished kissing. Amy exchanged broad smiles with Terrance and then both turned to face Ronald.
Terrance held Amy lovingly in his arms as they both faced her dumbstruck husband Ronald. Amy didn’t feel any stress or anxiety at all. The stress and guilt she felt the past few weeks had been melted away in the kiss she shared with Terrance. Both Amy and Terrance faced Ronald with confident smiles and no sign of remorse or shame at being caught kissing.
“I’m leaving you, Ronald.” Amy said without a moment’s hesitation. “You’ve been a good husband, but my heart is telling me to go in a different direction. I can’t deny the passion I feel for Terrance anymore, it’s too strong. I want Terrance and Idon’t care what you think.”
“I know,” Ronald said with a intense look of arousal on his face. “I’ve seen this coming. In fact, I’ve wanted this to happen.”
“You mean your not upset?” Amy felt completely puzzled by Ronald’s reaction.
“Not at all upset,” Ronald said like a man possessed. “Ever since Terrance moved into the basement, I wanted the two of you to have sex. You are both so perfect for each other.”
“I’m taking your wife, Ronald. “Terrance said commandingly. “She’ll will never sleep with you again, she’ll never have your children.”
“Yes, I understand.” Said Ronald submissively. “I know she deserves a real man like you Terrance, but I want to help you both.”
“Help us?” Amy asked. “What do you mean, Ronald?”
“We’ll get a quick divorce so you two can marry, then I’ll let Amy get everything, the house, the car, our entire savings and all of my paychecks from now on.” Ronald said with a urgent conviction.
Amy and Terrance, still holding each other, exchanged looks of delighted surprise.
“All I ask is you let me move down into the basement, let me keep enough of my check to feed and clothe myself, I’ll even help with the housework as long as you allow me the honor of watching you two beautiful people have sex every once in awhile.” After Ronald finished talking he stared at the two with a look of tension as if his life depended on they’re answer.
“If it’s okay with my man,” Amy said looking at Terrance. “Then its fine with me.”
Terrance smiled and savored the moment letting Ronald sweat while he waited for Terrance to speak.
“You have a deal, Ronald.” Terrance said with a great big smile on his face.
“Now can you get out of here, Ronald, so Terrance and I can fuck each other.” Amy said while she cuddled in Terrance’s arms. “It’s long overdue.”
“Please let me stay and watch your first time,” Ronald went down to us knees. “I’m begging you to let me see, it’s been my fantasy to see my beautiful wife have sex with a black man.”
Terrance looked at Amy and she shook her head. Terrance then whispered something to Amy and she nodded in agreement.
“No Ronald, we want to share this moment alone.” Amy said. “But you may set up the video camera so you can watch it later.”
While Ronald went scurrying off to get the video camera, Amy and Terrance shared another kiss. It was a happy kiss, the kind shared between two lovers when they feel secure in they’re future. As they kissed, Amy reflected on the events that were happening around her. In one day, Amy’s life and future had undergone a radical change. This morning, she woke up with her white husband and was certain they would live their lives together, have children and that Terrance would soon be no part of her life. By the afternoon she would be passionately kissing a black man and looking forward to marrying him, and bearing his black children.
Ronald had come prepared. Within a few minutes he set up not just one but two video cameras, apparently so could capture the mating of his white wife to a black man from two different angles. He set up the lights and made sure everything was perfect.
Amy and Terrance were kissing intensely. They were oblivious to Ronald as he left the room with a mournful expression, he had so wanted to see the first time they made love.
Amy’s Interracial Mating
“Take me.” Amy said sweetly. “I’m all yours.”
Terrance and Amy kissed as they quickly undressed each other. Both of the soon to be lovers reveled in the other’s body. Terrance lavished kisses on Amy’s breasts once her bra was removed, and Amy licked Terrance’s chest all up and down after she helped remove his shirt. After pulling off his pants, Amy got down on her knees and kissed and sucked Terrance’s bulging black cock.
“Hi there my black friend,” Amy said after sucking on Terrance cock. “I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait to introduce you to my pussy.”
Terrance led Amy to bed, his black body and her white body complimented each other wonderfully. Amy lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide for Terrance. Terrance softly placed his cock on her pussy and gently rubbed the fat knob along the lips of Amy’s lovely pink pussy. The tip felt so big and hard that Amy gasped at the feel of it tickling her pussy.
“Look at that.” Amy said as she stared intently and hungrily at the black cock about to plunge into her quivering white pussy. “It’s so big….so black. I’m so use to fucking Ronnie’s limp little penis, your three times as long and twice as thick as him, my poor little white pussy isn’t going to know what hit it.”
Terrance kept rubbing the tip of his black cock on Amy’s pussy, pushing it in until the knob entered her pussy before pulling it out again. It felt so exciting and good that Amy nearly had an orgasm just looking at it. Terrance stopped for a moment to share a quick kiss with Amy and then entered her fully for the first time. The purple knob of his black cock pushed aside the lips of her clit and made it’s hot and wet way down her aching pussy. The black cock was huge! Amy sighed, whimpered and then started crying out as her pussy stretched and stretched trying to take him all in. It felt like a boulder hitting her groin. Amy felt a pleasure beyond anything she ever felt before. Her pussy was finally being penetrated to it’s fullest and she felt like she was loosing her virginity for the first time.
“Oh, what a man.” Amy said holding Terrance tightly. “Who would have thought I would be a slut for a black man….ah!”
Talking become difficult as Terrance slid his black cock in and out of Amy’s soft white pussy. He kissed her breasts and she gripped his strong muscled black back. It hurt but also felt so good that Amy could think of nothing else but the feeling of her pussy being violated by a black cock.
“Yes. Yes. Terrance.” Amy cooed deliriously. “Oh…you are stretching my pussy.”
“Amy, oh yea.” Terrance groaned with pleasure as he mated Amy, a married white woman beautiful enough to be a movie star.
While his body kept up it’s instinctive motion. Terrance savored the reality of what was happening. Amy, the lovely, intelligent and sweet white woman who he lusted after since he first saw her was quivering under him in pleasure from sex with him. He thought of her perfect cute smile and long sexy legs. In one hand he stroked her long luxuriant blonde hair and in the other he cupped one of her firm pearly white breasts. She was beautiful, had a master’s degree, a loving husband who had money. Amy could have anything and do anything. But what she most desired was to be loved by Terrance, she was falling under the lure of his black cock.
Amy stretched her lovely long white legs apart as far as she could to take every inch of his black cock. Her beautiful face with it’s long blond hair pressed against his richly dark black face and kinky hair as he pushed his black cock deeper into her white pussy. Amy whimpered with the gorgeous pleasure of the experience. The feel of Terrance’s long fat black cock completely filling Amy’s pussy sent ripples of sexual joy through her shaking white body. Terrance lifted his head from Amy’s breasts and shared a hungry kiss with her. Terrance then maintained eye contact with Amy as he pushed harder and faster into her with deep and powerful thrusts.
Amy became ecstatic with pleasure as Terrance’s black cock stroked the walls inside her white pussy with increasing vigor and strength. She met the downward strokes of his black cock with upward thrusts from her sweet white hips. Amy became keenly aware of how wrapped up in one another they were as his strong black body lay on top of her delicate white body and how they moved with a singular purpose. Amy felt more like a woman then ever before. It was never like this with her white men lovers. Even her hottest lovemaking sessions with Ronald were never so intense. Amy came hard. Amy’s body convulsed and her head went spinning with pleasure.
And where was Ronald as his wife engaged in sexual intercourse with a black man. Ronald lay on the floor in the room beneath the master bedroom. Ronald’s pants were down as he was masturbating wildly to the sounds of sex coming from the room above. He listened on with excitement to Amy’s cries of delight as the black man pleasured her.
Back upstairs, Amy’s body shook with delight as she experienced another deep orgasm.
“I want all your of black cock! Fuck me! Yea!” Amy cried.
Terrance’s mind was lost in emotion as he gripped the bedposts and concentrated on pressing his dark groin against her soft and firm hips. They moved as one. When he rolled to his side, she went with him and kept his black penis firmly lodged in her white pussy. Holding her leg up with his large black hands, Terrance felt like he was flying as her butt slapped hard repeatedly against his hips as he fucked her with all his being.
“You’re my white ho, right?” Terrance asked.
“Yes.” Amy bayed with pleasure as her breasts jiggled with every thrust. “I’m your white ho.”
“Who’s your man?” He said as he pulled her hair back and licked her neck.
“You are.” Amy whimpered. “Just don’t stop fucking me.”
“What kind of dick do you like?”
“Your dick.” Amy cried.
“What kind of dick do you like?” Terrance repeated.
“Your dick. Your big black dick. I love it in my little white hole. Yes!”
“How long have you wanted me?” Terrance asked as he kept pounding his cock into her.
“Ever since I first saw you.” Amy cried. “I wanted to fuck you when you were a homeless smelly black man with dirty clothes.”
“And you still wanted me?” Terrance said as he flipped Amy on her stomach and started fucking her from behind.
“Yes. I wanted you even then.” Amy whimpered as the black cock filled her pussy with pleasure. “I wanted to fuck the smelly dirty black man.”
“I’m going to cum inside you!” Terrance grunted.
“Yes!” Amy yelled out. “Cum inside me. I want your cum in my pussy.”
Amy felt Terrance’s black cock erupting like a volcano. The long black cock shook inside Amy and send waves of pleasure shooting through her aching pussy. Hot cum spewed inside Amy and it felt so good she kept laughing and crying at the same time. Terrance’s cock kept streaming a surprising amount of cum into Amy’s pussy. Amy felt the hot tingling sperm filling up her vagina and penetrating deep into her fertile womb. They collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs, a satisfied white woman and her black lover all curled up together.
“Wow, Terrance.” Amy said cuddled up next to Terrance. “You shot so much cum in me.”
She marveled at the sight of the two of them together in bed and felt her desire rising up again. Terrance pushed his stiffening cock into Amy. Her pussy was wet, sloppy and noisy as his black cock penetrated her white pussy with all his fresh cum inside her. They made love again on the bed with Amy on her back and her legs closed together and sticking up in the air. The effect was very cute and arousing as Terrance gave Amy’s pussy a firm fucking. Amy could see herself fucking Terrance in a nearby mirror and motioned for Terrance to look over at it as well.
“Wow.” Amy said. “Look at me fucking a big bad black man. I’m such a white girl, I can’t help wanting your big black cock. Oh, yea.”
“Your so sexy, Amy. I wanted to knock you up the moment I saw you.” Terrance said as he continued to pound his cock into her. “If we could’ve known each others thoughts then.”
“Yes.” Said Amy. “I wanted you but I was too scared to admit it. But I found a way to have you and now were together.”
“Together.” Terrance growled with pleasure. “Amy the smart sexy white woman and Terrance the homeless black man together.”
“We look good together.” Amy said as she looked into the mirror and watched intently at the image of her slim white body carnally joining with a black man.
Their lovemaking became so intense and passionate that they fell off the bed and ended up fucking on the floor. Amy turned around at some point and Terrance climbed on top of her and fucked her doggy style. Amy had the loveliest butt and it looked even cuter as Terrance stuffed her pussy with his black dick. Her soft firm white ass felt wonderful against his loins. Getting fucked from behind turned out to be quite a treat for Amy as well. Terrance’s black cock seemed to penetrate deeper than before and Amy couldn’t help crying out as he rode her furiously.
“Oww, oww, gez.” Amy cried. “How big is your dick, shit!” “Yes, Amy.” Terrance said fully engrossed in humping Amy. “Your pussy is so tight.”
“Oww, oww!” Amy cried out as the black cock filled her pussy more then before. “Yes. Fuck it. Stuff me. Ride my pussy, baby.”
Amy turned around enough to put one hand on Terrance’s hip and then pulled him in as he pounded her rear harder and harder. They were both sweating and shaking all over. Looking down and behind her, she could see the big black cock that pleasured her rear so. When Amy couldn’t hold on anymore, she lay face down on the floor with her butt sticking up high. She was content to let Terrance to work her pussy on his on and she surrendered her body to whatever Terrance wanted.
Amy and Terrance share a bath
Terrance and Amy, exhausted by they’re long sexual encounter, decided to take a nap together. Ronald came up to see why it had become so quiet. Ronald found Amy and Terrance lying naked asleep on the bed in each other’s arms. They both looked wet and tired but Ronald thought they had a serene look of satisfaction on they’re faces. Seeing his wife naked in the arms of a black man nearly made Ronald wet his pants with cum. Afraid he might wake them, Ronald retreated downstairs and masturbated himself many times to the image of his white wife in bed with a black man.
After Terrance and Amy awoke, they decided to wash up. As they waited for the warm steamy water to fill the tub, Terrance took the moment to sit on a clothes bin with Amy on his lap. Both were naked. She felt good with her soft firm body on his strong lap. He put his dark arms around her and they cuddled like a couple of high school sweethearts.
“I always thought you have lovely eyes.” Amy said leaning her head against his.” That what first attracted me.”
“I first noticed these sexy legs.” Terrance lifted one of Amy’s slender legs and kissed it on the calf as she watched and smiled. “I was picking through the trash and heard the sharp clip clop of a woman’s high heels. When I looked up, I saw the loveliest feet and legs. You didn’t have any nylons on but you didn’t need them, your skin was the creamiest looking sexiest shade of white. You were wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse with short sleeves. Tall, sweet hips, sweet tits, and as I looked up you got better lookin and better lookin all the way up to where our eyes met. You smiled at me and I smiled back.”
“I smiled and fell in love.” Amy said kissing his cheek.
“How is that?” Terrance said drawing back from her kiss a little. “How does a successful smart sexy white woman fall in love with a homeless black bum.”
“It was your eyes, darling.” Amy said pulling him back into her kiss. “They were so soulful and sensual. I may not have known it but I was hooked. Why else did I keep coming back through there when I could have got home an easier way.”
“After you walked away, I couldn’t stop looking at you and the sweetest looking ass I’d ever seen.” Terrance said as he caressed her ass.
“Ohh, yea.” Amy cooed just before she began kissing Terrance full on the lips again.
The bath was ready and full of bubbles and steam. They both slipped into the bath and settled into comfortable positions together. It was a sensual experience for both. They took turns soaping each other and rising each other.
Amy happily scrubbed and ran her pearl white hands along Terrance’s muscular black body. Terrance laid back and watched as the beautiful Amy massaged his firm strong looking chest. Amy rubbed and rubbed and playfully fondled the nipples on his chest.
“Your skin is so dark.” Amy said as she compared the color of her hands to Terrance’s chest and then closed in to cuddle. “It looks so good pressed up against my white skin.”
Terrance also took great delight in washing Amy and shampooing and washing her hair.
“Look at this body.” Terrance would often say as he scrubbed the delighted Amy. “Look at this sexy white woman. This is the body of a white woman whose had my black cock inside her.”
“Oh, yea.” Amy said. “And it felt so good. That black cock filling my little white pussy.”
“Yea, are you a slut for black cock?” Terrance asked.
“I am a slut for your black cock.” Amy said with a smile.
“Why do want it so much?”
“I don’t know. It’s big, so big. I feel your cock fill my pussy sooo good, Terrance. I love your cock.” Amy splashed around the bath and played with Terrance’s cock. “I can’t believe this huge monster cock was in me, taking me.”
“What about the rest of me?” Terrance asked sheepishly.
“Oh, I love the rest of you.” Amy said as she caressed his black body all over.
Terrance kissed Amy’s neck and they suddenly moved as if they were of a single mind. Amy backed up into Terrance and sat on his hardening penis. With water splashing everywhere, Amy and Terrance fucked lustfully in the steamy soapy water. It was a slippery fuck that excited both of them. Bubbles went flying into the air as Terrance bounced the excited white woman on his stiff black cock. As she felt the huge black cock enter her, Amy began throwing handfuls of bubbles into the air. They floated down slowly as the black man and the white woman united sexually. Terrance embraced her tightly as their genitals mingled and joined.
Afterwards, they ran a shower and rinsed and stepped into the bedroom to dry. It seemed so natural for them to start kissing as they stood there. Amy felt Terrance’s black arms reach around her and she drew into his embrace. Their naked bodies touched and pressed in a way that delighted them both. As they kissed, Amy felt his black cock dangling against her soft supple thighs. She got down on her knees and threw her lips around his black cock. It filled her mouth with hot black meat like it had filled her pussy and she loved every inch. She licked, sucked and slurped it like a candy cane. It was too big for her to swallow all the way, but Terrance loved watching her lovely white face struggling with it. Without thinking, Terrance grabbed her head and began forcing the cock further in her mouth. Amy didn’t resist since it was so pleasurable to her. For several minutes, Terrance fucked Amy in the face until he ejaculated in her mouth. Amy happily swallowed the first round of cum and pulled his dick out in time to get some of it on her face and breasts. Amy loved it.
To Amy’s surprise and delight, Terrance was still hard. She stood up and they embraced and kissed some more. Terrance slipped his cock into Amy as they stood up and they ended up having sex standing up. Eventually, Terrance lifted Amy off her feet and he fucked her roughly while she clung to him with her legs curled around his back.
“Oh, I love you.” Amy said as Terrance lifted her up and down.
They kept this up until Terrance plopped down on the bed with her on top. Amy rode Terrance and did most of the work this time. Terrance watched with glee as Amy bounced lustfully on his cock.
“Yes, yes….YES! Fuck me. Yea. I only want black cock. I only want black cock. It’s soo soo good.” Amy laughed and threw her arms around Terrance.
Ronald gets to watch
Ronald was relaxing on a sofa in the basement when Amy came downstairs to see him. She was wearing Terrance’s tee shirt like a teddy and looked tired but happy. Ronald noticed how Amy had a happy satisfied glow around her.
“Hello, Ronald.” Amy said with a smile.
“Hi, Amy.” Ronald said nervously.
“Terrance said you should come upstairs and watch us have sex now.” Amy said as she sat down next to Ronald with her sexy legs folded up.
“How was it?” Ronald asked.
“Oh, Ronald.” Amy said her head tilted in wistful remembrance. “Terrance loved me like I never thought possible. He fucked me like I wanted to feel it….like I need to feel it.”
“I’m glad for you.” Ronald said dejectedly.
“I’m sorry I can’t be your wife anymore, Ronald.” Amy said as she stroked Ronald’s hair. “I realize now that I’ve always only wanted black men. Now that I’ve had Terrance, I can never go back to you. He’s stretched my pussy so wide I doubt I could even feel your dick in me anymore.”
Amy smiled at Ronald and led him upstairs to where Terrance wait. Amy then left Ronald and went to Terrance, her new man. Terrance and Amy went to the bed and began fucking in front of Ronald, on the bed where Ronald and Amy had slept and made love in their three years of marriage.
“You two look so fucking hot.” Ronald said with his eyes wide.
The sight of a black man filling the willing pussy of his beautiful white wife with a large black cock was Ronald’s wildest fantasy come true. He sat and marveled as he watched the sexual unification of his gorgeous white wife with a black man. Amy and Ronald had once talked about children. Now it seemed certain that she would carry Terrance’s babies-and they would be black babies coming out of a white woman. Black babies coming out of Ronald’s Amy. The thought of it excited him even more. His darling Amy, a white women of his own race was abandoning him for the love of a black man. Ronald could see the passion in her face his face. They were one. Black man, white woman. Terrance was the perfect picture of manhood. He was muscular and black with a huge penis. Amy was a slender white woman and delicate looking although her body was tight, firm and toned with a lovely pussy. Together they were a sexual poem in motion. Their bodies were together in a writhing and pulsating tangle of sexual desire. They black man must have the white woman and the white woman must have the black man. And it was his Amy all wrapped up in a black man’s embrace-she who had promised to love him forever had left him for a black love.
Ronald watched Amy and Terrance make passionate love on their marital bed. He listened to Amy’s cries of pleasure, cries he never heard before as Terrance entered her again and again. Amy looked happy and excited. Amy and Terrance fucked for over an hour with Ronald watching. They scarely paid any attention to him except for the occasional glance in his direction. Whenever Amy took notice of Ronald, she couldn’t help laughing at the sight of him jerking his little dick off at the sight of his wife being mated with a black man. Once Amy waved Ronald over so he could closely observe Terrance’s black cock moving slowly in and out of her cum drenched pussy.
“Honey, how does it feel to be fucking a big black man after three years of my puny white prick.?”
“It feels fucking great, hubby.” Amy said laughing as she thrust her hips to meet the thrust of her black lover. “He’s so big….I wish I met HIM three years ago and not you.”
“Feels good fucking your wife,” Terrance said as he plunged his cock in and out of Amy. “You kept her tight.”
“Oh yea,” Amy sighed. “Anything this good was meant to be. Now could you leave, Ronald. I want to be alone with my new man. In the morning we expect to be served breakfast so don’t stay up too late whacking off.”
Ronald obeyed immediately and left the room. He felt so happy to be apart of Amy’s new life. Ronald knew he could never have sex with her again. Knowing Terrance would satisfy all Amy’s sexual needs made him contented. Ronald smiled as walked away from his former bedroom listening to the wild sounds of his wife’s interracial lovemaking.
On a cloudy day in December two years ago, I drove to a co-worker’s wedding. I went alone because the girl I’d been seeing had stopped taking my calls in the two weeks since I’d seen her, and I figured I’d been dumped. We never had anything meaningful to say to each other and sex had become a gray affair with her putting up with my rutting on the nights she didn’t find it too irritating. Being dumped had left my low self-esteem even lower.
I skipped the wedding and just went to the reception. I hoped to meet some single women there but there weren’t any. I resigned myself to a wasted evening of rubber chicken and small talk with a table full of strangers. I got a drink and began looking for my table. I found number fifteen was near the back of the room, and I sat down at the empty table. A window next to the table looked out onto a parking lot ringed with a wall of dirty old snow. The light was beginning to fade and a few flakes of snow fell. It was only half after four and it was already getting dark.
‘I hate Chicago in December,’ I thought. I took a big pull on my drink hoping it would make me feel better. My sales were down at work. I was feeling depressed more often. I wasn’t sure if my poor sales were the cause of my depression or the other way around. Outside, a woman in heels and a short skirt slipped and fell onto her knee as she exited her car. She looked hurt and embarrassed but I felt nothing. I was starting to crumble inside and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it together.
I looked around the room and spotted someone I knew. My friend, Rachel, from human resources, entered the hall wearing a colorful party dress that revealed more of her lovely form than I’d ever seen before. Her slightly rounded tummy was evident under the thin material, but on her curvy body the effect was to make her even hotter than usual. Along side her stood a pretty girl with shoulder length light brown hair in a well-tailored conservative dress suit. Two pretty girls with no guys nearby! My hopes rose as they wondered around the room looking for their table — closer and closer to table fifteen.
“Hi, Richard,” Rachel said setting down her place card. “I guess we’re at your table.”
“Welcome,” I said. I stood and kissed her platonically on her soft cheek. She smelt of baby powder and woman. “It’s great to have a at least one chum at the table.”
“This is my friend, Judy,” she said. I shook Judy’s hand — it was unusually warm.
“Hi,” Judy said smiling and gazing into my soul with her crystal blue eyes.
“Hi,” I stammered. “I’m Richard.”
“I know,” she said, slowly releasing my hand.
Before we could sit, our boss, Jason, rushed over. Inexorably drawn to Rachel’s sexy body like a shark is drawn to fresh blood.
“Rachel, honey, you look awesome!” he said holding by her forearms to see her better.
“Why don’t you come up front to our table? We have an extra seat.”
“Jason, I’m with a friend. I can’t just leave her,” she said, though she was obviously thrilled with his attention.
I hated Jason. He was everything I wasn’t — big, handsome and a success with women. He was a success in business too. He had a reputation for ruthlessly punishing anyone who got in the way of something he wanted. To his employees, he was outwardly polite but frightening to be close to — like a smiling tiger. When challenged, he was capable of sudden rage and vicious attack. I was afraid of Jason.
“Richard will take care of her,” he said dragging her a few steps from the table.
“Go ahead.” Judy said gesturing her away with her hand. “Go. I’ll be fine.”
“Thanks Judy,” she said, letting Jason pull her away.
Judy sat down next to me and smiled.
“My pleasure,” she purred.
We hit it off instantly. We talked right through dinner, ignoring everyone around us. The band started playing and the other people from our table left to dance but we never noticed. We were in our own private world. I learned that Judy was a nutritionist at a city health clinic. Her patients were poor pregnant women in the federal “Women, Infants and Children” program. She told funny stories about her work but it was clear that she loved her job and loved the women who came to her office. She affectionately referred to her pregnant clients as ‘my girls’. She had been raised Roman Catholic and had even had gone to Catholic grade school. Though she had set aside most of the church’s proscriptions, she believed deeply in the sanctity of marriage.
“Marriage is one of the seven sacraments. In marriage, we promise faithfulness to our spouse before God,” she explained. “That promise should never be broken. Not for any reason.”
“That sounds bleak,” I said.
“Not at all!” She said. “Contrary to popular, belief God doesn’t hate sex. Before marriage there’s no promise to break so pretty much anything goes. And after marriage you can have all the sex you want from your wife.”
Clearly, Judy’s form of Catholicism included lots of fucking. I was thrilled. Rachel and Jason suddenly appeared and sat down at our table. They were buzzed and pawing each other like high school kids. It was nauseating.
“I’ve got to pee,” Rachel said. “Come on, Judy.”
Jason checked out Judy’s ass as they passed us on the way to the ladies room.
“Mmmm,” he groaned approvingly. “I like the way that bitch moves. You can tell the way a ho fucks by the way she walks, you know.”
“Absolutely,” he said. “Underneath all those clothes, lurks an ass like a Ferrari.” Jason turned toward me and smiled. “And I’m definitely going for a test drive.”
“What about Rachel?” I asked.
“I’ve got plenty for both bitches,” he said still watching Judy’s ass work. “Looks like I’m having a three-way tonight. Sorry Richard but I need both pussies.”
“That’s ah … fine,” I said.
If Jason wanted Judy, I didn’t stand a chance. He always got what he wanted, and it was dangerous to resist him. Something in me snapped. It was insane and totally in conflict with every cowardly cell in my body, but I suddenly decided I wasn’t going to give her up without a fight.
“I’ll be right back,” I said racing to the bathrooms. I caught Judy coming out.
“Let’s leave now,” I said. “I can drive you home.”
I was taking an enormous risk thwarting Jason’s libidinous plans for Judy, but I couldn’t bear the thought of loosing such a precious creature.
“Oh,” she stammered. “Ok. Just let me tell Rachel.”
“No. We’ve got to go now,” I said, watching out for Jason.
“Alright,” Judy laughed. “She abandoned me first.”
We grabbed our coats and practically ran out of the hall. On the way home she gave me her phone number. Of course, I called her the very next day and we had our first date that night.
As we dated, over the next few weeks, I discovered two important things about Judy. I discovered that she hides under her conservative clothing an absolutely gorgeous body. She is arrayed in flawless white skin. From head to toe there is nary a freckle, blemish or wrinkle. Just an uninterrupted waving ocean of womanly flesh that brings indescribable pleasure to a man’s hand. Her breasts are larger that one would suspect and have a luscious heaviness. Her happy pink nipples love to be nibbled on and her tiny ass is as firm as a figure skater’s. I once heard one of her girlfriends say with more than a hint of jealousy, “You’ve got such a cute little bottom, Judy.”
Secondly, I discovered that Judy loves to fuck. She actually needs it every day.
I let Jason know that I was dating Judy. He didn’t seem angry but he continued to insist he was going to shag Judy some day soon. Worst of all I had a horrible feeling that Judy would let him if he tried. Judy thought any sex outside of marriage was fine. Fortunately Rachel seemed to be keeping him sexually satiated.
Judy and I spent all of our free time together for the next few months and I felt contented and complete. However, Judy’s need for a daily orgasm occasionally was a problem. For example, during our first New Year’s Eve together I got so drunk Judy had to drive my car back to my apartment. She guided me into the flat and helped me undress in the bedroom. I crumpled onto bed and slipped into the blackness. Rude shaking drew me back to the land of the living.
“Wake up, sweetie,” she said lifting me carefully onto my feet.
Judy was naked and I vaguely noticed the shower running.
“What are you doing?” I slurred as she guided me into the bathroom.
“New Year’s Eve isn’t over yet, honey,” she said as she thrust me into the frigid spray.
“Ah!” I screamed.
But before I could jump out she climbed into the shower — wrapping her strong arms around me and smashing her soft breasts between us.
“Let me go!” I demanded.
I jerked and twisted to get away but she held me tight against her slippery wet body, laughing like a naughty schoolgirl.
“No,” she said with mock petulance and spit water in my face.
She laughed again and then kissed me.
“You awake yet?”
“No!” I said.
“You will be,” she said seductively.
She slid down my body and fastened her mouth on my soft cock. With most of my body chilled icy cold, Judy’s mouth felt scorching.
“Good boy,” she said as my dick stiffened.
When I was fully fluffed she grabbed my stiff cock and towed me out of the bathroom by it. With the water still running, she led me quickly into the bedroom and shoved me roughly onto the bed. With my head spinning from excessive drink, she jumped astride my hips like a cowgirl mounting a horse.
“No whisky-dick tonight for you,” she said as she worked the blunt head of my shaft between the lips of her smooth shaved pussy. She pushed down and my cock slid deep into her body. “God, yes!”
Then she fucked me. She lifted herself up, slowly drawing my glistening shaft from her womb and then slammed her hips down hard forcing the air out of my lungs.
“Ug,” I grunted. “Judy, please!”
Slowly up and then down hard — over and over. Judy fucked herself on my cock with growing speed. Her hands gripped my pectoral muscles painfully to hold me down as she pounded me with her hips. I bounced wildly on my bed under her assault.
“Don’t worry, baby,” she said. “I’ll be fast.”
The room twirled as she fucked me. Bile rose in my throat and my stomach threatened to vomit out the excess beer and vodka I’d consumed. Finally she pressed her cunt down hard and began to grind her clit against my pubic bone and I knew Judy was about to cum.
‘Thank God,’ I thought as she began to scream.
“Oh, yeah,” she groaned, grinding our bodies together with great force as she came. “Oh, God yes!”
Gradually she relaxed, swiveling her warm cunt on my cock to nurse out the last few shivers of her orgasm. She sighed contentedly, lifted her tight pussy up off my still erect dick and padded off to the bathroom. My hard rod waved like flagpole in the wind. I vaguely remember hearing the shower turn off but I passed out before she got back to the bedroom. I never came that New Year’s Eve but of course Judy did. She always got her daily orgasm. The next morning was a Sunday. Judy woke me up to fuck me and then went to church. I took four Ibuprofen and went back to sleep.
Later that month we took a long car trip together. We were tearing down the interstate when she took off her seatbelt and began to unzip my jeans.
“Judy, stop that,” I said trying to keep the car on the road.
“Look,” she said, fishing out my dick. “He wants to come out. I think he wants to play.”
“No. He doesn’t want to play. Now put him back. This isn’t safe.”
“Uh oh. Something’s wrong,” she said laughing. “He won’t fit back inside your pants.” She waved about my now erect shaft to show me. “See?”
Before I could answer she drew my stiff cock into her liquid mouth. She giggled when I tried to push her off me, but she held on tight and refused to release my shaft.
“Don’t blame me if we crash,” I warned.
Using her hand and her mouth together, she worked my cock as I tried to keep my mind on the traffic. Fortunately, Judy is the queen of blow jobs. In seconds I was blasting my seed down her swallowing throat.
“Ha,” she giggled, wiping my sperm off her lips with the back of her hand. With a triumphant look on her face, she leaned over and gave me sticky kiss on my cheek.
“I guess I know what he wants better than you do,” she said returning to her seat and refastening her seatbelt.
“Sweetheart, could you put him back in my pants?” I asked.
“No,” she said firmly. “I like how he looks outside your pants.”
“Come on,” I said trying to stuff my sticky cock back into my jeans with one hand while I kept the other hand on the wheel.
“Stop it!” she demanded, blocking my hand with hers. “Leave him out! I like how he looks.”
“All right,” I said with a sigh.
Arguing with Judy was always useless. I drove the rest of trip with my cock out of my pants, staying clear of trucks and tall SUV’s. What I dubbed ‘Judy’s Car Trick’ became a regular event when Judy was in a playful mood — which was most of the time. I spent a lot of time that winter driving around with a drained cock draped across my thigh. However, no matter how many times Judy played her ‘Car Trick’, I was expected to get it up one more time that day, when Judy got her daily orgasm.
Judy’s crazy spirit and wild lust captured my heart as no woman ever had nor could, and I loved her deeply. But there was something else. She was so lovely and so self confident that before long I started to feel attractive and self-confident too. She made me love myself. She was the only woman I ever considered marrying and I was overjoyed when she said ‘yes’ when I asked her a few months later.
We were married in September. Judy wore an old fashioned wedding dress with long sleeves and a high collar — conservative as usual. The only skin visible was her face and hands.
We invited Jason and Rachel though their affair seemed to be in its final stages. After dinner Jason ran out to be the first man to dance with the Judy. As they glided across the floor he did his best to grope her through her dress. I laughed as the oceans white satin frustrated him. He was having a terrible night and I couldn’t resist the urge to frustrate him a little more. I knew it was dangerous, but for once in my life, I’d won the beauty and I needed to revel in my victory.
“So, Jason, would you still like to hook up with my wife?” I teased.
“Soon, dude,” he slurred. “Very soon.”
All women liked Jason, including Judy, but I wasn’t the slightest bit worried. I knew that now that she was married she would never look at another man. Judy’s odd Catholicism forbade sex outside of marriage and she took her religion seriously.
“That’s good,” I said with mock sincerity.
At the hotel that night, Judy and I opened some of the wedding gifts. We got a digital camera from Rachel and I used it to take pictures of Judy stripping out her white lacy dress. I photographed her posing seductively in her matching white panties, bra and garters. She strutted and mugged like a fashion model. I got some great shots of her looking up at me with my stiff cock in her mouth. And some of her kneeling naked on the bed — beckoning me to take her doggy style. I put the camera on the dresser and used the self-timer to get shots of us fucking.
When we got home from our honeymoon, she couldn’t wait to see our sex photos on the computer. At first, she laughed at the shots and thought they were great risqué fun, but then her mood changed.
“I would die if anyone saw these, Richard,” she said after a while.
“We can keep them safe. No one will see them but us,” I said sensing a problem developing.
“No,” she said shaking her head. “I think we should get rid of them.”
“Judy, please! They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful in them. They’re part of our wedding,” I said feeling desperate.
“Delete them, Richard,” she said growing stern.
“All right,” I said dejectedly. I stood and started towards the door.
“Do you want help with dinner?” I asked.
“Delete them, now,” she said, still standing by the computer. “Empty the recycle bin too. And I’ll be keeping this,” she said, taking the camera. “And yes, I would like help with dinner.”
That night while Judy was sleeping I restored the images with data recovery software. I felt bad deceiving Judy but there was no way she’d ever let me take nude photos of her again. I burned them to a CD I titled “WeddingX”.
As I studied the images I couldn’t get over what a perfect body Judy had! I had always known that she was a beautiful woman, but the images revealed a woman even lovelier than I had previously realized. She was easily beautiful enough to be a model or porn star. With her clothes off, my wife was truly a goddess!
However, I was very disappointed with how I looked. I looked too paunchy, and my cock really didn’t look as big in the photographs as I thought it was. We really didn’t look right together. I hated to admit it, but the photographs would have been better if a hot guy had been fucking Judy. A goddess like Judy belonged with a king … with a great body and a big cock. Of course, with Judy’s extreme feelings about faithfulness in marriage, it would never happen. For better and for worse, she was stuck with the court jester.
As time passed, Jason continued to talk about wanting to fuck Judy. I probably should have told him to shut up but I got a perverse pleasure in leading him on. I loved to watch him crash and burn every time he tried his charms on Judy whenever we were together. Judy never gave him the time of day and it drove Jason crazy. And yet, every once in a while — just for a moment — I worried about Jason.
Suddenly, one day in November, I was promoted to Vice-President and Jason stopped talking about sexing Judy. What had happened? Had Jason lost his sex drive? Impossible! Had Judy and Jason begun an affair? More impossible! Still, something had definitely changed, and I had to find out what.
I decided to ask Rachel if she knew anything. I found her in the lunchroom eating a tuna wrap and watching a blizzard blow outside the window.
“Hi, Rachel,” I said.
“Hey there,” she said. “Congratulations on making Vice-President. Everyone in HR was happy you were chosen.”
“No,” she said. “It’s a big deal. Ever since you met Judy your sales have been out of sight. You’ve really changed and our customers like it. But do you know why Jason promoted you?”
“Ah, my sales I guess,” I said.
“Shit,” she said. “You are so out of the loop. This is a total secret. Do not tell anyone I told you this. Clear?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Ok,” she said. “One of our biggest manufacturers is going to start distributing their products directly to our customers — cutting us out. Jason is so pissed! He called them and told them he’d undercut them anywhere they tried to sell.”
“So?” I said.
“So. Jason heard through one of his contacts at the manufacturer that they were planning on offering the presidency of the new sales division to you!” she whispered.
“Not at all,” she said. “They love you over there. They are opening a sales office in Honolulu and they are definitely going to offer you the position.”
“That’s why Jason made you Vice-President,” she said. “Not just because you’ve had great sales. Jason can’t afford to lose you.”
“Shit,” I said. “That’s a lot to think about.”
“Are you going to take the job if they offer it?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “In any case I don’t intend to tell you. You can’t keep a secret.”
“Wanker,” Rachel said with a smile.
“Speaking of secrets, can I ask you a question about Jason?”
“Sure,” she said, taking a bite of her tuna wrap.
“Why has he lost interest in Judy?” I asked.
“You know Jason. He wants to bed every hot girl he sees. When we were dating he couldn’t stop talking about Judy. He kept telling me how he was going to fuck her and how you were encouraging him,” she said
“Well, I didn’t exactly encourage him.”
“I finally told him that Judy wore all those matronly clothes to cover up a hideous case of psoriasis,” she said. “That shut him up about fucking Judy.”
Rachel laughed until tuna sprayed out of her mouth.
“But he kept up talking about other women,” she went on. “I just couldn’t stand it any more, so I finally told him to bugger off.”
She sighed and though for a moment.
“He is so hot, though,” she added sadly.
“Was he a good lover?” I asked nonchalantly.
Rachel looked up at me and stopped chewing.
“Why are you asking me all this?” she asked suspiciously.
“Just curious. A bit jealous, I guess,” I said smiling. “Well? Was he good?”
“Oh yeah, he’s the best,” she said. “If you must know.”
She took another bite and thought as she chewed.
“He may be a jerk but he has an awesome body and he knows what women like in bed. And I probably shouldn’t tell you this …”
“Another secret?” I asked.
“Well, let’s just say that girls call him ‘Donkey Dick’.”
“Oh,” I said.
“Is your curiosity satisfied or do you want me to get Jason to show you his dick?” she said, smiling.
“No,” I said. “That’s enough.”
Finally I knew why Jason had stopped talking about fucking my wife. I should have been happy that he would never again try to get into her pants, but for some reason I wasn’t. I shouldn’t have cared what Jason thought of Judy but I did. It bothered me that he thought that my woman was covered in hideous scaly scabs.
My life was perfect except for one thing. It was stupid and immature but I needed Jason to know my woman was lovelier than any woman he’d ever been with.
But how to do it?
The next morning as I left for work, a crazy impulse struck me and I grabbed the “WeddingX” CD from its hiding place. I knew the idea was completely insane, but I had decided to show Jason the nude photos of Judy! My self-esteem needed for him to know that my wife was hot.
I walked into Jason’s office with the CD – nervous but determined.
“Jason, would you mind looking at this,” I said handing him the CD.
“Sure, Dude,” he said putting the CD into his computer.
He hit the spacebar a few times and raised his eyebrows. “Wooo!” he said never taking his eyes off the screen. He tapped the spacebar a few more times and paused again.
“This is Judy?” he said.
“That’s Judy on our wedding day, last spring,” I said proudly. “What do you think?”
“Sure, Dude,” he said handing me back the CD. “I’ll fuck her.”
“No. That’s not why…” I started.
“Is she ok with this?”
“Not exactly,” I said suddenly sorry I’d entered his office. “I haven’t actually discussed it with her yet.”
“Oh,” he said thoughtfully. “No matter. I haven’t failed to hook up with any bitch I wanted yet.”
“You shouldn’t get your hopes up,” I cautioned. “Judy loves shagging. In fact she needs it every day but Judy’s not going fuck you. Judy says marriage is a sacrament. She doesn’t believe in married people having sex with anyone but their spouses.”
“Interesting,” he said.
Jason stood up and walked around his office deep in thought. It didn’t matter what he planned. There was nothing he could do would make Judy fuck him. Or was there? As he paced his office I got an ominous feeling. “We can do this,” he said finally. “We’ll increase her horniness level by cutting her off from sex for a month. Not one orgasm for one whole month!”
“That won’t make any difference,” I said. “She still won’t fuck you.”
“I know, dude,” he said. “It will just get her in the mood. Once she’s as frustrated as a ship full of sailors we’ll pull down her barriers and we’re in. Or at least I’m in her.” He slapped my back and laughed and I got a bad feeling.
He went to the window and scratched his head.
“A change in environment would help, too. That always loosens things up. The three of us can shoot down to Jamaica at the end of the month. Tell her you won a sales contest. I have a place in Negril. The sun, the ganja and the ocean have a magical power to open a woman’s thighs.”
“It’s not going to be easy holding out on Judy,” I said. “She can be quite demanding when it comes to her daily orgasm.”
“No problem Dude,” he said. “Have you got an old prescription bottle at home?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Good,” he said. “You go home tonight and put a bunch of Tylenol in it and tell your wife your doctor found a bad case of “jock rot” – so no fucking for thirty days. Tell her it came from not washing your balls enough or something.”
“This isn’t going to work,” I said. “Just making Judy horny and taking her to a romantic location won’t make her jump into your arms.”
“You only know half the plan,” he said with a sly smile. “I’ll tell you the rest later.”
He pushed me towards the door.
“Now, get our of here. I’ve got calls to make,” he said.
I left his office convinced that I was completely insane. I should never have shown him the “WeddingX” CD — and now Judy and I were involved in a stupid plot. I didn’t want to lie to Judy and tell her I was sick when I wasn’t. And I certainly didn’t want to hold out on her sexually for a month. And I was worried about the mysterious second part of Jason’s plan.
Suddenly the image of a naked Jason lying between my beautiful Judy’s spread thighs, fucking her with powerful thrusts suddenly entered my mind and I got a sick feeling in my gut.
“Oh, shit,” I said pushing the image from my mind. Was it just a nightmare or a premonition?
In spite of that, probably out of fear of Jason, I decided to go forward with the plan. Judy wouldn’t really fuck Jason. He’d set her up the best he could and she’d turn him down flat. It was all a hideous mess, but in five weeks it would be all over, with no harm done. ‘Hell, we’ll even get a free vacation out of it’, I thought.
When I got home that night Judy was incredibly upset.
“That bastard of a clinic director told me today that he was cutting funding for our department,” she said. “There are poor women in Chicago thinning down their baby’s formula to make it last longer and that bastard thinks we can afford cut back.”
“I’m sorry baby,” I said. I tried to hug her but she shrugged off my arm.
“And you know where he’s shifting the funds?” she asked. “To the dental department! Because the old bastard is chums with the dental director.”
She sat down hard and I noticed a half empty wine glass on the table.
“I told him I was going to call the Chicago Tribune,” she said softly. “So the bastard canned me.”
I tried to hold her again and this time she let me.
“I don’t care,” she said defiantly. “I’m not standing by while he fucks with my girls.”
“You did the right thing,” I said.
“I need sex,” she said.
That’s when I told her about the trip to Jamaica and my new medical problem. Judy was elated that I’d won a trip to Jamaica at work, and at the same time, worried about my “jock rot”.
“Let me see what he looks like,” she said dropping to her knees.
She unzipped my slacks and pushed them to the floor. Taking the waistband of my boxers, ever so gently she drew them over my cock. Judy tenderly took my shaft in her hand and studied it. It began to stiffen.
“I think he looks just fine,” she said with a smile. “Maybe we could do it with a condom!”
I felt my will power grow smaller as my cock grew larger.
“No, Honey,” I said. “The doctor said we had to wait thirty days.”
I forced my then fully erect cock back into my pants. Judy looked up at me with a pout that broke my heart. I hated lying to her and I thought again about calling the whole stupid thing off.
“I’m sorry. I know this is going to be hard on both of us,” I said.
“You’re right,” she said sounding resolved. “We’ll just have to wait. But I’m going to jump your bones and screw you until you can’t walk, when we get to Jamaica next month.”
As the days passed, I knew that the lack of sex was taking its toll on Judy because every once and a while Judy would do something strange.
Late one night I woke with an unusually stiff hard on and noticed that the covers were off me and that Judy’s feet were on her pillow. I looked down and saw Judy lying with her lips just an inch from the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Every time my cock shrank a little she would blow on the head and it would stiffen. This went on for about a half hour before I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long she lay there playing with my cock that night, or if she ever did it again.
An other night, we were watching a terrible movie with Cindy Crawford and William Baldwin. In one scene William lifted Cindy onto the hood of a car, pulled off her jeans and began to fuck her on the hood. About half way through, Judy made a frustrated grunting noise and stormed out of the room.
But the month wasn’t all torture for Judy. One afternoon she came home happy as a little girl about a new bikini she’d bought. She held up tiny pieces of turquoise cloth and strings.
“Eighty-eight dollars for four triangles of nylon,” she said. “But I look so cute in it!”
“Try it on,” I said.
“No way,” she said putting it back in the box. “You’ll have to wait until Jamaica. You won’t be able to keep your hands off me when you see me in this.” Neither will Jason, I thought with more than a little dread.
Finally the month passed and departure day arrived. We hadn’t had sex for twenty-nine days and Judy was hornier than I’d ever seen her. I’m not sure whether she was happier about going on holiday or the prospect of getting fucked.
We met Jason at the airport and boarded the plane together. Jason bought us all first class tickets. After take-off I went back a few rows to Jason’s seat and sat down next to him.
“This is going to be a great vacation,” Jason said excitedly. “Two stiff dicks and one super horny beach bunny. Tell me this, Richard. Is there something Judy likes you to do in bed that’s unusual? Some little something that really gets her hot?”
“Whenever I want to fuck, all I have to do is nibble on the tips of her nipples. I actually bite them a little. She says it’s like I’ve hit a nerve running right down to her pussy. Thirty seconds and she is lubed up and ready to fuck no matter what kind of mood she was in. She calls it ‘fluffing’ her.”
“Got it,” he said. “Does she smoke weed?” Jason whispered.
“Yes,” I said. “Once and a while.”
“Great, Dude! We’ll have a couple of Red Stripes with dinner tonight. Then, I know this guy who always has kick-ass Skunk for sale. His name is Doctor Feel-good. He really digs white women too. We might be able to use him for the second phase of our attack.”
“What is our second phase?” I said trying not to sound worried.
“Ok. I guess it’s time for you to hear the second part,” he started. “First, we’ll get Judy really high and then you pretend to go to bed. When you’re gone we sick Doctor Feel-good on her. He’ll have her dancing with her top off before she knows it’s missing. I’ll get some shots with the digital camera. In the morning I tell her that she has to put-out or I show the photos to you. Shame strikes. Ba-da-bing. Jason and Judy are fucking like rabbits!”
“Blackmail won’t work with Judy,” I said.
“Ultra horniness and blackmail will get us close, Richard,” he said. “It’s the third phase that finally gets me into your wife’s pussy. I have a secret that will unlock her mental chastity belt.”
Jason smiled at me and I forced a smile.
“Something that will draw her pussy right to my dick. But I can’t tell you about the third phase yet,” he said.
I went back to my seat feeling a little worried. What was the third phase?’ I wondered.
We deplaned in Montego Bay and were assaulted by a wave of warm moist air, tinted with the aroma of flowers and dirt. It was wonderful to be warm again and I thought again about how much I hated Chicago weather. As we walked across the tarmac towards the terminal my cell phone rang. It was the headhunter from Honolulu who was working for our competitor.
“Good morning, Richard,” he started. “Have you thought about our offer?”
“I can’t talk right now because my employer is right here,” I whispered. “I’ll have to get back to you.”
“Ok,” he said. “But I think you should take this position. These guys really want you to run the new sales division here in Hawaii, and they are going to take good care of you. Also, you’re going to love living on the islands.”
“I’m sure you’re right, but I’ve really go to go. Good bye.”
We went through customs and then pulled our bags back out of the terminal to where Jason had a small plane waiting to take us to Negril. We loaded our bags into the plane and a black pilot who appeared to be about twelve years old took off. As we gained altitude a light rain fell and the pilot turned on a rickety wiper that left greasy smears on the windshield. It appeared to me that I was the only one who was nervous. Jason and Judy chatted and laughed in the back as I strained to hear tell-tail sounds of engine failure.
In fifty minutes we were in Jason’s luxurious three-bedroom house on the beach. Judy and I ran to our bedroom and put on our suits. When she came out of the bathroom I understood why she fell in love with her little turquoise bikini. The bottom triangles were tied together with black strings at each hip, and were cut incredibly low in front. The material was thin and the outline of her pussy lips was clearly visible as she twirled around. The triangles that held her breasts were connected by strings that tied behind her neck and around her back. Her firm breasts stretched the material and breast flesh showed on each side of the bikini top. My baggy black suit immediately tented but Jason was knocking on the door before I could gather her into my arms. “Come on, Dudes,” he said opening the door. “Let’s take a quick dip in the ocean and then get some dinner. I’m starving!” I saw him look over my shoulder and frown.
“Oh, no way Babe,” he said to Judy. I turned around and saw that she was putting on a muumuu. “You’re not wearing that thing here. Nobody wears anything like that.” He sounded disgusted. “Hell, most of the hot bitches don’t even wear their tops!”
“All right,” she said. She put the muumuu on the bed, took a colorful wrap out of her suitcase and tied it around her hips. “How’s this?”
“Oh, yeah,” Jason said enthusiastically. “Now you look like an island girl!”
We ran to the ocean across a wide beach of fine white sand, and dove into the perfect blue Caribbean water. We played and splashed in the cool water. Judy laughed like a child each time Jason scooped her up into his arms and threw her effortlessly into the air. I was amazed at how strong he was. I could tell they really liked each other.
We ate dinner in our swimming suits at a table on the beach as the sun dropped into the Caribbean. Dinner ended way after dark.
Doctor Feel-good found us as we sat sipping our Red Stripes. He was a dark handsome Rastafarian with dreadlocks gathered behind his head with a leather cord. He took an immediate interest in Judy.
The Doctor rolled a huge spliff, lit it and produced an enormous cloud of rich smoke. When he passed it around I was careful not to inhale.
Before the spliff was finished I could tell that Judy was high. She accepted the doctor’s offer to dance to the live music coming from a reggae party down the beach. She closed her eyes and moved seductively to the rhythm of an old Bob Marley song. Jason snapped a few pictures and motioned me to hide in a chair behind some palm trees.
When they came back to the table, Jason told her that I’d gotten too high and had gone to bed. Judy didn’t seem concerned but I was starting to worry because Jason’s plan was working.
The doctor kept telling Judy how beautiful she was and how she needed to take the bikini top off so that she would be more comfortable. My wife just laughed at the obvious ploy. She clearly enjoyed the attention of the handsome black man but had no intention yielding.
They got her to smoke more weed, and after a while the three of them went to sit on the beach. I moved closer but I couldn’t hear what they were saying because of the waves. Judy laid back on the sand. as if she were going to sleep. I began to wonder what was happening.
Just as I was about to come out and check on Judy, Doctor Feel-good stood up and came back to where I hid. He said that he was leaving, and that Jason wanted me to come down to the beach.
“What’s happening?” I asked. Doctor Feel-good just shrugged and went on his way.
I rushed there to see what had happened. Judy was laying on her back with her eyes closed.
“She wouldn’t take her top off and now she’s passed out,” Jason whispered.
I was glad. I didn’t think she needed any more marijuana. And I didn’t want anyone pushing Judy to take off her top anymore either.
“Now we can’t get the blackmail-pictures?” I whispered trying to sound disappointed.
“No problem, Dude,” he said. “Just make sure no one coming down the beach.” He reached for Judy’s wrap and carefully opened the front, exposing her turquoise string bikini bottoms.
“Hold this up,” he said handing me the hem of her wrap.
Then with two large fingers he gently grasped the knotted bikini string on her left hip and pulled. Slowly the knot yielded. Then he did the same to the other knot. The front of my wife’s bikini was completely loose!
“What are you doing?” I whispered in a state of shock.
“Shuss,” he whispered. “Just watch out for people coming down the beach.” He took the bikini and folded it down on her thighs, exposing part of her hairless labia!
“Oh my God!” I said.
Before I could think he took his camera out of his pocket and snapped a photograph of me holding Judy’s gauzy wrap up over her naked torso.
“Jason stop,” I whispered.
“Shut up,” he whispered threateningly.
He handed me his camera and took hold of the wrap.
“Start taking pictures,” he hissed. “Now!”
I stood there in shock. I had never expected something like this to happen and my brain was spinning.
“Take a picture!” he whispered. He sounded angry.
I looked around and saw that the beach was pitch dark and totally deserted.
“Come on!” he whispered.
I was trapped. I started taking pictures of my nearly naked wife lying on a public beach. After a few shots I began to relax. My cock stiffened in my suit as I imagined how hot these photos would look. I’d keep the pictures hidden like the WeddingX photos, I reasoned. Judy would never know. I got down to get a close-up shot of Judy’s pussy.
Suddenly a giant cock appeared in the viewfinder!
The camera fell to the sand as I tumbled backwards. Jason was kneeling next to Judy with his trunks pulled down; pumping the largest cock I’d ever seen. He leaned forward so the bulbous head was almost touching her pussy.
Before I could stand up a thick white jet of cum shot out of his cock and onto Judy’s pussy. I stood there in utter disbelief as shot after shot of his seed hit her pussy lips and then ran slowly down between her legs. My wife never moved.
My mind was reeling. In the first night in Jamaica, Jason had already done more with my wife than I thought he’d do the whole vacation. I felt guilty and jealous and a sick in my stomach.
“Pick up the camera and take a shot!” Jason ordered as he carefully guided the last few drops directly between Judy’s bare pussy lips.
I picked up the camera but couldn’t bring myself to take any pictures.
Jason tucked his still thick cock back into his trunks.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” he whispered snatching the camera back. He took a few shots of Judy lying there covered with his sperm as I stood there in shock.
“How are we going to clean her up without waking her?” I whispered, finding my voice but still feeling sick.
“We’re not going to clean her,” he said as he replaced her bikini bottom leaving the ties unfastened. “We want her to find the jism. That’s the shame we need for the blackmail.”
Judy moved her arm.
“Come on,” he whispered. “She’s waking up.”
Jason pushed me back to my hiding place behind the palms and he returned to the table.
I stood there stunned as Judy sat up slowly and seemed to stare out at the ocean for a few moments. She rubbed her face clumsily and brushed a few stray hairs aside. She looked around and saw Jason watching her. He waved at her and she weakly waved back. She slowly stood up, brushing the sand off her hands. Immediately her bikini bottoms fell off! She quickly gathered them up and sat back down on the sand. She struggled to put it back on – reaching under her wrap to tie it. I saw her smell her hand and then stop moving. Judy didn’t move for a long time.
Finally she stood and walked woodenly back to the table.
“You’re awake,” Jason said cheerfully.
“Yeah,” Judy said so quietly I almost couldn’t hear her. She sat down.
“Did Richard come down to the beach?” she asked.
“No he’s still up in the house,” he said. “Want a Red Stripe?”
She just shook her head.
“Did someone come down to the beach?” she asked. “Where I was laying?”
“Just your boyfriend.”
Her head shot up.
“My what?” she said shocked.
“You know. Doctor Feel-good. Your Jamaican boyfriend.”
Judy’s hand went over her mouth but she couldn’t talk.
“He raped me,” she whispered, as if she’d just found out.
“Oh no, Babe,” Jason said laughing. “That wasn’t rape. You asked him to do it.”
“That’s right,” he said. “You told him you were terribly horny and that if you didn’t get laid soon, you’d go crazy.”
Judy just stared at Jason in shock.
“Then you laid back, untied your bikini and told him that you hadn’t had sex in over a month. Something about Richard having a dick infection or something.”
“Oh my God!” Judy gasped, putting her hand over her mouth again.
“Don’t you remember?”
“No! Absolutely not!” she said.
“Well you two really went at it.”
“That’s impossible!” she said.
“It happened, babe. And with me sitting right here.”
Judy put her head in her hands, and started crying.
“You made a lot of noise, too. I can’t believe you forgot it all.”
“I don’t remember doing it,” my wife said in tears. “I don’t remember a thing!”
I couldn’t stand hearing her cry like that. Jason was making her believe that she’d cheated on me. He was convincing Judy that she’d violated her sacred vow and trust, and it was crushing her.
I felt terrible. I’d never intended to hurt Judy this way. I decided that the game had to stop.
I’d get Jason to tell her that he’d been joking. We’d tell her that I had fucked her on the beach. She’d be mad at Jason and I, but she wouldn’t have to live the rest of her life believing she was an unfaithful wife. This damage could all still be fixed.
“Look Judy,” Jason said as her crying subsided. “Richard doesn’t have to find out about this. We can keep it between us. Like it never happened.”
He went to her and gave her a hug where she sat.
“Why don’t you go to bed and try to get some rest. You’ll feel better in the morning and we can talk some more then.”
“Ok,” she said.
Jason sat down again and watched her as she slowly regained her composure. She dried her eyes with her hand.
“Did he use a condom?” he asked pretending to be concerned.
“No,” she said softly. “I’ve got his stuff all over me.”
“Are you on the pill?” he asked.
“Good. But you’d better rinse off in the ocean before you go inside.”
Judy nodded and rose from the table and walked towards the shore. When she’d gotten to the water Jason turned towards where I was hiding.
“Get back to your room fast,” he whispered.
I hurried back to the room, took off my suit, turned off the light and jumped into bed. I heard the door open a few minutes later. She took her bikini off in the dark and then slid under the covers beside me. She brushed me with a leg that was still cold from her dip in the sea.
She was asleep almost immediately. It took me a long time to fall asleep. I was angry with myself and I was anxious for morning to come. I wanted to start fixing this mess as soon as possible and the first thing I was going to do was to tell Jason the deal was off.
But how would he react?
I woke the next morning to the sensation of someone stroking my already hard cock. I was on my side and Judy was spooning behind me. Her right arm rested on my hip as her right hand slowly wanked me. Her left arm ran under my neck to my chest, pulling us together. I felt her soft breasts pressed up against my back as she kissed the back of my neck.
“Good morning baby,” she said softly between kisses.
“Hi,” I said as the cobwebs cleared.
“Do you like waking up like this?” she said seductively.
“Good. ‘Cus it’s about to get better,” she said. “It’s been thirty days since this nice hard dick has had any fun, and we’re going to start catching up…right now.”
Suddenly Jason barged into the bedroom.
“Hey guys…oops,” he said playfully. “Sorry. Looks like I picked the wrong time to invite you for breakfast.”
“Jason!” Judy laughed as she franticly pulled the covers over naked bodies. “Don’t you knock?”
“Ja, mon,” he said imitating the Jamaican patois. “Get up. Cook has set out a amazing buffet and she gets pissed if it sits around too long.”
“Alright,” she said. “Get out so we can get dressed.”
“I don’t mind waiting,” he joked.
“Out!” she said throwing a pillow at him.
“Ok,” he said heading out the door. “Chill, mon. But hurry up.”
“Sorry baby,” Judy said when he’d gone. “We’ll have to wait until after breakfast.”
Judy kissed me passionately on my lips.
“Then I’m gonna’ rock your world!” she said.
A thoughtful look passed over her lovely face and her blue eyes lost a bit of their sparkle.
“Richard,” she said earnestly. “I love you so much. You know that, don’t you?”
“I know hon.”
She took me in her arms and held me for a long time.
“I love you too,” I said. “More than you’ll ever know.”
It was sunny and warm so we put on our swimming suits and went out to the patio where the cook had set a dining table next to a long buffet table. Jason was already there.
“The watermelon is wonderful,” he said.
“I think I’m just going to have coffee,” she said pouring a cup.
I took a plate and headed to the buffet table. When I returned they stopped talking suddenly. ‘What were they discussing?’ I wondered.
“Babe,” Jason said. “Why don’t you get some thing to eat? Cook takes it personal when folks ignore her work.”
“Ok,” Judy sighed and went to get some food.
“Jason, there’s going to have to be a change of plan,” I said, when she had gone. “Judy is taking this way too hard. We’re going to have to shit-can the effort to get you and Judy together.”
“No, Dude,” he said smiling. “It’s just initial shock. She’s going to get past this. The mind always tries to find a way around an uncomfortable thought. It’s automatic. Something will snap…” He snapped his fingers. “…and then she’ll be a happy puppy.”
“I’m sorry Jason, but I’ve made my mind up. This all has to stop right now.”
Jason stared at me with a look that got harder as the seconds passed. I thought for a moment he might fly over the table and attack me.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he said angrily. “You’re nobody. You’re a peon. I say who fucks who. And you don’t say anything except ‘yes sir’ when you’re spoken to.”
He took a forkful of watermelon and went on.
“You’ve been way too uppity lately and it’s about time for me to put you back down in your place,” he growled. “There’s gonna be a change around here. From now on you’re going to be punished each time you get up on your hind legs.”
He stood up and came over to where I sat.
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen…” I started.
“I think you did,” he said emphasizing each word by pocking his thick finger into my chest. “I don’t think you ever planned to share Judy. I think you were more than happy to waste my time and my money dangling your wife’s pussy in front of me, just to jerk it away at the last minute. Well, Dude now you’re going to have to be punished.”
He sat back down and thought a minute and I began to get nervous.
“You’re right, Richard. There is going to be a change in plan,” he said. An evil smile crossed his face.
“You’re going to learn your place. You’re going to learn to be obedient and you’re going learn respect for your betters.”
I was convinced by then, that I’d made a terrible mistake in coming to Jamaica.
“Here’s you first lesson,” he went on. “For attempting to come between your better and his future girl friend you will get exactly the opposite of what you just asked for. I am going to fuck Judy all right,” he said shoving another piece of watermelon into his mouth.
“But it gets better,” he said with growing glee.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty wife, but as long as we’re in Jamaica, you’re not,” he said smiling.
“And so you can see how much fun she has fucking a real man, you’re going to watch. And while your watching your better have his way with your wife you will be thinking long and hard about showing respect for your betters.”
“You’re crazy,” I said sounding braver than I felt.
“Really, Dude?” he said. “What do you think your wife’s going to do when she finds out you planned all this?”
“She won’t believe it.”
“She will when she finds out you lied about the jock rot to prepare her for me,” he said cutting another piece.
“I can get the doctor to say that…” I stopped. The doctor wouldn’t lie for me.
“… that you told me about her nipple biting trick,” he went on.
“… that you showed me her nude wedding pictures to get me interested. You know. The ones you told her you deleted,” he said.
I felt like I’d been punched.
“And what about those pictures we took last night? Isn’t she going to wonder why you just stood there holding her dress up while I took nudie pictures of her? Or why you didn’t stop me from blasting jizz all over her pussy?”
He chewed slowly and let it all soak in.
He had me. If Judy heard all that she’d divorce me in a flash.
“Jason, I…” I started. He held up his hand to silence me.
“She’s coming to my bedroom for a private conversation at 9:30. I want you at my patio door at 9:25,” he said rising from the table.
“So, the plan goes forward and you keep your mouth shut. And if you do one thing to spoil this, you can kiss your pretty wife good-bye. Are we clear?”
“Yes,” I said feeling sick.
“What?” he said.
“Yes sir,” I said meekly.
Jason walked back to the house and I considered swimming out in the ocean to drown myself.
Judy came back with her food and we finished breakfast in silence. I guess we both had too many terrible thoughts in our minds.
We went down to the beach after breakfast. Spreading out our towels on white plastic recliners and lying down to take in some of the early sun. My cell phone rang and I saw it was the headhunter again.
“Look. I’m sorry. I really can’t talk about the Hawaii job now,” I said.
“Take the job, Richard,” he said. “They think you’re holding out for more money and they’ve raised the offer by $15,000. But that’s it. I have to give them an answer very soon.”
“Not today. I’ll call you back soon. I promise,” I said, hanging up.
Around 9:15 she sat up and took off her headphones. She pulled her muumuu back on.
“I’m going to check out the aerobics class schedule,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
When she left, I cut across the grass to get to Jason’s patio door as he had ordered.
Jason’s patio was surrounded by an arch of beautiful red bougainvillea, so even with his patio doors open, no one could see into the room. He had moved two patio chairs into the open doorway, and draped several towels over them. There was a cushion on the patio just behind the towels.
“Sit out there,” he said. “Stay behind the towels and don’t make any noise.” I sat on the cushion and peered into the room through a gap in the towels.
A knock came from the door and he went to open it.
“Come on in, Babe,” he said.
Jason took Judy’s hand and guided her into the room. He brought her back to the bed and sat her down. He sat down beside her. They were just a few feet from where I hid.
“I wanted to talk to you because I’ve decided to tell Richard what you did last night,” he said.
“Oh my God!” Judy gasped.
“You insulted me. You must think I’m hideous. I’m sitting right next to you and you choose some black guy you just met.”
“I didn’t choose anyone,” she said.
“I don’t cover for people who insult me,” he said.
“Jason,” she said. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I think you are a very attractive man. I always have. And I certainly didn’t want…what happened.”
Judy started to cry again. I had to fight the urge to barge into the room and strangle Jason. My mind was in high gear – searching for some way out. I had no ideas.
“Richard will never forgive me,” she sobbed. “I’ve betrayed my wonderful husband.”
I had to turn away because it hurt too much to watch Judy crying. He let her weep a while.
“Ok Babe,” he finally said. “I’m not heartless. You give me what you gave Doctor Feel-good last night. You restore my manhood and prove that I’m attractive. And I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
Judy’s mouth dropped.
“You can’t be serious,” she gasped. “I couldn’t let it happen a second time. Never – never!”
“Fine,” he said. “Let’s go tell Richard.”
“No, please. I can get you money.”
“No money,” he said. “I want your sex.”
“I just can’t,” she whispered. “I can’t.”
“If you want me to keep your secret, you can,” he said with an encouraging tone.
“It’s no good,” she said. “Even if Richard didn’t know what I did, I would. My marriage is ruined,” she sobbed. “It was pure. It was perfect and now I’ve ruined it.”
“Get re-married,” he said smiling.
“What?” she said looking up.
“I know the bible too. The Old Testament says that a man can divorce his wife just by saying, ‘I divorce thee’ three times. Have Richard divorce you.”
Judy stood in shocked silence.
“I’ll throw you a beach wedding on Friday afternoon, just before you leave,” he said. “You can renew your vows. Make a fresh start. Your marriage will be perfect and pure again because it will be brand new!”
“I don’t know,” she said sadly.
“It’s the only way,” he said firmly. “You go back down to the beach and think it over. But if you aren’t back her by 10:30 ready to show me how much you like me, I’m coming down to talk to your husband.” Judy sniffled and rose to her feet. She turned and walked out his room with her head down.
That was Jason’s secret plan. His ‘third phase.’ A temporary divorce!
“You can come out now,” he said to me. I stood but didn’t come into the room.
“That was cruel,” I said.
“The worst is over,” he said. “You’ll see. Now get out of here and be back at 10:25 sharp.
“Ok,” I said dejectedly.
“By the way, you’ve just gotten a sudden relapse of your jock rot,” he said with an evil grin. “If your little pud touches my bitch without my permission I’ll cut if off. Got it?”
“Yes sir,” I said feeling like a fly falling deeper and deeper into a spider’s web.
It was quite a while before Judy got back to the beach. She had her sunglasses on to hide her eyes – still red from crying I guessed. She sat on her chair and pretended to read her book.
‘Tell Jason no,’ I wished I could say to her. ‘I’ll forgive you. Our marriage will be fine.’ I wanted to say, but I couldn’t.
“Richard, we need to talk,” she said finally.
“Ok,” I said with trepidation.
“I want to get married on Friday,” she said firmly.
“What are you talking about?”
“I always wanted a beach wedding. It will be a real wedding, ” she said holding my hands.
“We’re already married,” I said.
“Divorce me,” she said.
“Divorce me so we can have a real beach wedding!”
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” she said. “The bible says a man can divorce his wife by saying: ‘I divorce thee’ three times. And I want you to do it.”
“Judy, we don’t have to do this,” I started.
“Please baby,” she said with the most heart breaking tone. “If you love me, if you want our marriage to be pure, you’ll do this.”
I was trapped.
“Ok,” I said at last.
“Good!” she said. “Now say it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Ok,” I said. “I divorce thee, I divorce thee…” I paused, momentarily unable to cut free the only woman I’d ever loved. My mind reeled – desperately searching for a way out – but there was none. I was lost.
Judy sat down.
“We’re single again…in the eyes of God,” she said looking down at her feet.
Be sat together in silence as her words echoed ominously in my mind.
“There’s a 10:30 aerobics class,” she said after a while.
“You’re fine like you are,” I said. “Judy, you don’t have to go.”
“Yes I do,” she said.
She pulled her muumuu over her head and bent down to kiss my head.
“Bye Richard,” she said.
It really was good-bye. A deep sadness gripped my heart. I’d just divorced the love of my life and she was on her way to meet with a handsome conniving man. A man intent on fucking her.
I ran back to Jason’s patio praying for a miracle.
“I told you that first day we met her that I was gonna take her Ferrari ass for a test drive,” he said when he saw me. “And it’s finally about to happen. I hope you enjoy the show,” he said laughing. “I know I will.”
“Now sit down,” Jason ordered. “And don’t make any noise or Judy learns the truth.”
I sat down on the cushion and opened the gap in the towels so I could just see into the room.
There was a soft knock on the door. He opened the door and my lovely wife walked in still wearing her muumuu.
“Jason…” she said.
“No more talking,” he interrupted. “Are you ready to treat me like you think I’m hot; to treat me like your boyfriend?”
Judy looked at the floor and nodded.
“Good. First of all, take off that thing and put it in the garbage,” he ordered.
Judy pulled the muumuu over her head and put it in the can by the door and turned to face him.
She looked magnificent standing there – barefoot – wearing only her tiny turquoise bikini. In the dim light it was easy to imagine what she looked like naked. Jason pulled his suit down and stepped out of it.
“Oh,” Judy said quietly when she noticed his huge cock pointing directly at her. It had seemed huge to me the previous night in the dark. But in the light it looked even bigger! It was long and stood out strait from his torso like a spike. The head was bulbous and the shaft widened to a much greater thickness at the base. But what was most amazing was the thickness. It really did look like a donkey dick.
“How about a kiss, girlfriend?” he asked. She took a step towards him, but he stopped her.
“No-no. Lose the suit.”
Judy looked down and pulled on the bow on her right hip and the knot came loose. Holding the bottoms with one hand, she pulled on the other bow until it opened too. She slowly drew the tiny bottom between her legs and set in on a chair. My wife stood facing my boss, naked from the waist down!
I felt ill. It was really going to happen. My wife was really going to fuck my boss and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Judy reached behind her back and pulled on the string tie. Her heavy breasts came free from the bikini top as the knot yielded. She held the bikini against her breasts and looked up at Jason and then down at the huge shaft pointing directly at her pussy. She seemed too shy to reveal her last secrets to his hungry eyes.
At last she lifted one hand to her neck, she pulled the tiny top over her head and placed it beside her bottoms on the chair.
Judy straightened her hair and turned back revealing to him her magnificent body in all its naked splendor.
She stood with her hands at her hands at her sides, glancing at his monstrous member. I could clearly see her upturned pink nipples, but they were not hard, so I knew that she was not sexually excited.
I knew she had to service Jason, but I prayed she’d be as mechanical as possible. I didn’t think I could stand it if she started to enjoy fucking him.
“You are so hot!” Jason said.
Judy smiled a little.
“Why don’t you turn around?”
Her narrow hips rocked as she turned.
“Beautiful! Now come here and kiss your boyfriend.”
She padded over to where he waited, her full breasts swaying slightly. Jason pulled his cock out of the way, grabbed my wife’s small ass and pulled their hips together. He leaned down and kissed her briefly but Judy’s hands stayed at her sides.
“Is that how you kiss your boyfriend?” He asked.
My wife wrapped her slender arms around his neck and leaned close to his body. Her perfect breasts pressed into his muscular chest as their lips came together again.
This time the kiss lasted for quite a while, their tongues exploring each other’s mouth for the first time. In spite of the painful jealous feeling felt, I had to admit that it was a lovely sight. Judy on her toes, her lean smooth body tight against his tall muscled frame.
I hated the thought, but they were made for each other in a way she and I never were. Judy was finally with the god-like male who matched her perfection.
“Stroke me,” he said. “I love to kiss a woman while she strokes my cock.”
Judy leaned back, took his trunk-like cock into her small hand and began to wank him.
They kissed again – this time longer and with growing passion.
Finally he broke the kiss. They stood looking into each other’s eyes for a moment, Judy still slowly stroking his thick cock. Jason leaned back and took a breast in each hand. He touched them gently, brushing the nipples and then softly squeezing them and testing their heft.
Jason sat down on the bed. Grabbing her hips with his large hands he pulled her to him and took one of her pink nipples into his mouth. I saw his mouth working and I knew he was using the technique I’d told him about on the plane. Biting her nipples to get her ready to fuck him. My wife made a little sound, and I knew the nerve connection from her nipples to her pussy was working.
When he switched to the other nipple Judy’s hands came up and tangled in the thick hair on the back of his head, holding him to her breast. He nipples were hard and I knew my wife was becoming aroused.
Jason let go of Judy’s tits and moved back on the bed. He laid down – his monstrous shaft pointing obscenely up into the air.
“Ok, Girlfriend,” he said. “Sorry for the rush, but you’ve been keeping me waiting for far too long. Mount up.”
Judy climbed onto the bed, straddled his thighs and shuffled up to his big cock. It reached all the way to her belly button! Jason put his hands behind his head and watched her work.
My wife had to get up on her feet and squat over his shaft, due to its length, something she’d never had to do with me. She held his shaft with her right hand and reached between her legs with her left hand to open herself.
‘No!’ I whispered soundlessly.
It was painful to watch, but I couldn’t look away. Judy pressed her pussy down against my boss’s cock – the thin moist lips wrapped around the bulbous head. She placed her small hands on his muscular chest for balance.
Nothing happened for a while, but I could see strain on Judy’s face as she pressed herself down on his stiff cock.
“Ouch,” she said, as the cock-head finally slipped into her body.
For a while it looked like that was all my wife could stuff into her pussy. She closed her eyes and furled her brows as she strained to get more of his cock into her moist hole.
Her heavy breasts rose and fell as her breathing became more labored.
I looked down between their bodies again I was surprised to see that half of his cock had disappeared! Her steady pressure was succeeding in getting her pussy absorb his huge cock.
Their bodies drew closer, and only a few inches of Jason’s thick shaft separated their bodies. Judy’s face relaxed a little and I saw droplets of sweat forming between her breasts.
I looked down again, their bodies were pressed tightly together. Jason’s grotesquely large penis was sheathed to the hilt in my wife’s womb. My boss was in the sacred place only I belonged, but much deeper in her than I could ever go.
That’s when I threw up.
When I looked back, my wife’s face had changed. Sadness had replaced the strain, and tears were running down her cheeks. She shifted off her feet and onto her knees without pulling Jason out of her, but the tears started falling off her cheeks and onto his chest.
“Get off me, Judy,” he said softly.
“What?” She said opening her eyes.
“Get off,” he said. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up. His shaft emerged from my wife’s pussy and then swung back and forth as the head popped free from her stretched lips.
“What’s wrong?” she said sniffling.
“Don’t be stupid,” he said. “You know what’s wrong.”
“I’m sorry,” she said sitting beside him. She wiped her eyes with the sheet.
“It’s just I started thinking about Richard. I feel so bad about what I’m doing to him.”
Jason nodded – his enormous shaft pulsing faintly, glistening with my wife’s lubrication.
“You love Richard. Right?” he said.
“Of course,” Judy replied.
“Would you let anything hurt him?”
“No,” she said.
“If he finds out what happened last night, he will be crushed. He’ll never forget it, and he will never forgive you.”
It was strange watching them talk. He his erect cock standing straight up, and my wife sitting cross-legged next to him, her open pussy pointing at his face as he talked. Neither of them seemed aware of their nakedness.
“If you can want this, you can save him from a lifetime of pain. But you’ve got to want to do it. Do you love him that much?”
“I love him more than life,” she said. “But I just don’t think I can give myself to you the way you want.”
“Go back down to the beach and think about things. Think about how much you love Richard and how you want to keep him from being hurt.”
He leaned forward and licked one of her breasts. Judy laughed and pulled back, pushing his head away.
“And think about now it felt when I bit your nipples, and how it felt when we were together – when I was inside you. And think about how nice it will be to cum for the first time in a month.”
He gave her a shove with his foot and she slid off the bed.
“Now get out,” he said.
“You shit,” she said laughing. She stood and put her bikini back on.
“If you love your husband be back at 12:00 with a happy grin on that pretty face,” he said.
She left his room with her muumuu still in the garbage.
“Ok Richard, you can stand up now,” he ordered.
I stood up feeling crushed. My will to fight had crumbled the moment my wife put his big cock into her pussy.
“Go back down to the beach and wait for her. And be back here at 12. That’s when the show really starts.”
I ran back down to the beach. It was just a few minutes until Judy arrived.
“You’re back early,” I said.
“It wasn’t a good class,” she said. “But there’s another class at noon I might go to.”
She lay down beside me and kissed my cheek. She looked at me for a moment.
“Do you know how much I love you? You know, I’d do anything to keep you happy, Richard.”
“I know, baby,” I said. “And I’d do anything for you.”
She smiled at me and tussled my hair.
“Do you think we’ll be together forever?” she asked.
“Of course!” I said.
“That’s what I was thinking,” she said.
She kissed me on the cheek again and then laid down and put her headphones on. She smiled as the sun baked her lithe body, and I wondered what she was thinking about. I noticed her nipples were hard beneath the thin turquoise fabric of her bikini, and I grew nauseated.
In less than one hour my wife was going to give herself to my boss unless I could think of something to stop her.
Just before noon she left and I dashed back to my place by Jason’s bed. Jason was reading a newspaper, and gave me the thumbs-up sign as I settled down on my cushions behind the towels.
When the knock on the door came he stood up. I was surprised when I saw that he was still naked and erect.
“Come in, Judy,” he said.
My wife entered the room and shut the door behind her. Judy seemed relaxed and she smiled at Jason and noticed his erection.
“Richard and I are getting married again on Friday,” she said. “This all ends on Friday…forever. Agreed?”
“And Richard doesn’t learn anything about this or what happened last night,” she went on.
“What he doesn’t know now, he’ll never know,” he said. “I promise.”
She took a step towards him, but he raised his hand.
“Lose the suit,” he commanded.
As fast as she could, Judy pulled off the bikini, threw it on the chair and came to him.
This time I could tell she was sexually excited and that she was truly ready to have sex with my boss. I began to feel jealous and sick again.
They kissed hungrily and I noticed Judy was stroking his cock the way he likes.
He sat down and pulled her breasts towards his mouth.
“I’m already wet, Boyfriend,” she said. “You don’t need to fluff me.”
Jason laughed and laid back on the bed. Judy squatted over his thick shaft like before. With one hand my wife guided Jason’s penis to her opening, and with the other hand she spread her pussy lips. This time his cock disappeared into her body in one smooth fluid motion.
With his thick cock completely embedded in her womb, Judy shifted onto her knees and leaned forward to kiss him. After a few moments his hips began to pump his thick shaft up into her pussy. Judy’s small ass rose and fell in timing with his thrusts. Gradually they picked up speed and I heard a soft slapping sound as their bodies touched. Judy groaned as his thick cock sliced into her with amazing speed. In just a few minutes she broke their kiss and arched her back.
“Oh God, Jason” she screamed. “So fast. You’re making me come so fast!”
And a month of pent up sexual energy was released like an erupting volcano.
“Oh Goooood!” she screamed.
She bucked so violently that I thought she might knock the two of right them off the bed. Her orgasm went on longer that any I’d ever seen, with Jason pumping into her hard from below.
Finally, she collapsed on his chest gasping for air.
They rested for a while. He rolled her onto her back without letting his still hard shaft slip from her pussy and he began to fuck her again. This time he fucked her much slower.
I heard the slippery fucking sound lovers make. I heard the sounds of them kissing and watched as Jason pounded his shaft over and over again into my wife’s receptive body. Judy wrapped her toned legs behind his calves and held him around his neck with her slender arms. She groaned quietly as he fucked her gently, with slow deep strokes. The smell of sex filled the room as I began to feel sick again.
After what seemed like hours of deep luxurious fucking he increased his speed until his hips were almost a blur. Instantly Judy came again.
Jason could control my wife’s body in a way I never could. I was horrified, hurt and jealous. I was furious at myself for starting all this. I wanted to cry and run away, but I couldn’t. I threw up on the patio a second time.
“Oh Yes! Oh God Yes!” she screamed as she orgasmed on his enormous shaft, arching her back off the bed and scratching his ass viscously with her nails.
And then he came.
“Here it is, Girlfriend,” he said as he reached under her, grabbed her ass and pulled their bodies tightly together.
He plunged his huge cock deep into my wife and began to fill her with his seed.
“Yes, lover yes,” Judy said. “Give it to me.”
She held his head and kissed him tenderly as he pumped his cum into welcoming pussy.
Finally, Jason collapsed onto the pillow next to her. His cock was so long that it didn’t pull completely out of her. They tried to gather their breath.
They were still for so long I began to think they’d fallen asleep.
Finally, Jason propped himself on an elbow – his softening cock was still inside my wife. He smiled at her and she smiled back. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes and I sensed that their mating had made them feel emotionally close.
He leaned down and kissed her gently.
“Judy, that was amazing,” he said. My wife nodded.
“Is it like that with Richard?” he asked.
“We’ve been married a long time,” she said softly. She reached up and gently stroked his hair.
“Was it ever amazing like that?”
I knew that he was asking her for my benefit.
“You’re much…bigger than he is. You feel different than he does.”
“You mean better?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said after a pause.
I felt like my wife drove a stake into my heart. It wasn’t bad enough that I had to share my love with another man. Not bad enough that I had to watch him fuck her and bring her to orgasm twice. But she admitted to him that she liked how his cock felt in her body more than mine!
“Have you ever fucked a man with a big cock like mine?”
“Why is it that men care more about penis size than women?” she said.
“Come on,” he persisted. “Did you?”
“Yes. One,” she said impatiently.
“A boy I dated in high school had a big penis, but not as big as yours. He popped my cherry at the after-party of the Junior Prom and I found out how amazing sex was. Then we spent senior year looking for any dark spot to be alone. We did it in a stall in the boy’s bathroom at school, in his parents’ bed, on the pool table in his garage. We kind of went crazy,” she said laughing.
Jason kissed her.
“That’s when I learned to give hummers. My mother would never have let me get on the pill, so I always made him come in my mouth. It was natural birth control for us.”
It hurt more when I realized that Judy was telling Jason, more about her sex life than she had ever told me.
“I can feel you getting hard again,” she said with a smile.
“I have to cum twice when I shag,” he said. “Or I get the worst case of blue-balls. I think my balls just make too much jism.”
He got between her legs again and pressed his hips forward, forcing his cock into her a little deeper.
“Ouch,” she said.
“Let’s do it again,” he said.
“On no, boyfriend,” she said pushing him off her. His hardening cock popped out of my wife’s pussy. “I’m sorry, sailor but this girl is too sore. You’re a little bigger than I’m used to.”
My boss sat on the bed, his fully erect cock shiny with his cum and my wife’s lubrication.
“Can I suck you off instead?” she asked.
“Well, I guess so,” he said feigning disappointment.
“You jerk,” she said playfully slapping his big cock.
“Lay on the bed with your head over the edge,” he said. “It will be easier for you to swallow my cock that way.”
“I don’t think I going to be able to swallow it,” she said sliding around on the bed. “I’m not very good at deep-throating.”
He guided her so that her upside down face looked directly at my hiding place behind the towels.
Jason went to the dresser and brought back a small white jar.
“This is deep-throat oil,” he said. “It comes from Thailand. My cock will slide right down your throat. You’ll be amazed.”
“Ok,” she said uncertainly.
He opened the jar and drew out a finger full of white slime that looked a little like soft butter and wiped onto the roof of Judy’s mouth. She kept her mouth open waiting for him to mount her head. Jason straddled her head and slowly guided his cock into her mouth. My wife held onto his muscular legs as he began to work his cock in and out of her mouth – using it like a pussy. Judy made a few gagging noises but it wasn’t long before his enormous cock was disappearing down her throat with every thrust.
“Good girl,” he said. “I knew you could take it all the way down.”
Each time Judy started gagging he’d pull his cock out of her mouth and let her catch her breath before sliding his shaft back down her throat.
“I know this is hard for you baby,” he said. “I’ll try to come fast.”
‘Considerate asshole!’ I thought.
He put his hand on her throat as he fucked her.
“I can feel my cock going down your throat! You are such an awesome cock sucker.” “So good! Judy your mouth is so fucking good!”
His fucking motions became jerky and his ass muscles contracted and I knew he was close to cumming. His cock fell from Judy’s mouth.
“I’m gonna cum now, baby. Are you ready?” he asked.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
Jason plunged back into her mouth and his cock exploded.
“Oh you bitch,” he groaned as he force-feed sperm directly into my wife’s tummy.
She sealed her lips tightly around his thick shaft to catch all of his bountiful ejaculate.
Finally he drew his softening shaft from Judy’s mouth and collapsed onto the floor next to her. Judy tried to catch her breath as they hugged each other.
“You’re wonderful,” he said.
Judy smiled like she knew it and wiped his cum off her lips.
“Did you like how my nut tastes? Men are different, right?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Did you like it?”
“You taste nice.”
“Better than Richard?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said kissing him. “But I’d better get back” She rose and went to where she tossed her bikini.
“Come on, tell me,” he persisted following her to the chair. “Does my cum taste better than your husbands?”
Judy gave him an annoyed look.
“Richard’s sperm is a little bitter,” she said at last. “You taste fresher – sort of like the ocean.”
My humiliation was complete.
I knew he had made her say those things for my benefit. I knew Jason was playing a game to prove that he was top-dog. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me hurt, but I couldn’t help it. I was crushed and I couldn’t hide it.
“Tomorrow at 10:30? ” he asked as she slipped into her bikini.
“Ok,” she said. “But remember, no sex after Friday. After the wedding I’m Richard’s faithful wife again. Forever!”
“I know,” he said. Then he kissed her. “But until then you’re my girlfriend,” he said.
“Good bye Boyfriend,” she said as she went out the door.
Jason came over to my hiding place and looked over the towels.
“Stand up,” he ordered. I did as he said. All my strength and ability to resist him had been totally crushed.
“Be back here tomorrow morning for the next show,” he said. “You’re going to watch as your wife falls in love with me.”
I would have thrown up again if I had anything left in my stomach.
“One more thing. You’re not going to say or do anything to stop her from coming to me, or she finds out what a prick you are,” he went on. “Is that clear?”
“And you don’t lay a hand on her,” he said forcefully. “Judy is mine.”
“I understand, sir.”
“And she doesn’t touch you either. Not even a hand job. You can wank yourself,” he said. “I’m going to ask her what you’re doing so don’t think you’ll sneak a quick poke without me knowing.
“I won’t, sir.”
“Ok. Get out of here.”
I went back to the lounge chairs and Judy was there in just a moment.
“Hi,” she said flopping into her chair.
“Hi. How was the class?”
“What? Oh it was wonderful,” she said. “The teacher was amazing.”
Judy seemed happy and relaxed like she hadn’t been for the last thirty days.
“Are you going back tomorrow?” I asked trying to sound as if my heart weren’t breaking.
“Definitely!” she said. “It did me so much good.” She put her headphones on and got comfortable. “But I think I need a nap now.”
“Judy,” I started. “I have bad news. My infection is back. I don’t think we’ll be able to fuck for a while.”
“Oh, that’s too bad,” she said sounding not the least bit unhappy.
“But I should be ok after Friday,” I said.
“Ok,” she said softly as she fell asleep.
I laid there with my eyes closed and visions of Jason fucking my wife filled my mind. I opened my eyes and rubbed my head. All I had to do was survive a few days and I’d get my wife back, I told myself.
I watched chubby tourists play in the blue water.
“I just hope I can survive tomorrow,” I whispered to myself.
The next morning was nothing like the first. Judy woke in a happy playful mood and attacked breakfast like a wolf. She and Jason were polite to each other when I was around, but they always seemed to be whispering or tickling each other when they didn’t think I was looking.
Judy and I tanned together on the beach after breakfast. At 10:15 she took off her headphones and began to put on her colorful wrap skirt. (I assumed her muumuu was doomed to stay in Jason’s garbage.)
“I’m off to my class,” she said cheerfully. She bent over me and kissed me on the lips.
“Have fun,” I said.
“Oh, I will.”
She strode off down the beach with a swing in her hips I hadn’t seen for quite a while. I guessed ‘something snapped’ like Jason said it would, because Judy certainly seemed to be a very ‘happy puppy’.
As I dashed across the grass I felt myself getting hard, and noticed the distinct lack of nausea I’d felt the day before. Strangely, I found myself actually looking forward to watching Jason and my wife fuck. I felt a little frustrated not being able to fuck my wife, but mysteriously, all my jealousy and anger were gone.
I figured that something had ‘snapped’ for me too.
When I got to my cushion I was startled to see that I was late. Judy and Jason were already naked and kissing.
Judy must have run to his room!
As they kissed my wife pumped his cock with her hand while he kept a firm grip on her small round ass.
He slid his hand down her ass and between her legs.
“You’re wet,” he said. “I guess you’ve been thinking about me.”
“I haven’t been thinking about you. I’ve been thinking about this,” she said lifting his cock.
They both laughed. Then he lifted her off the ground and my wife wrapped her long lithe legs around his waist. He hooked his arms under her legs as my wife held tightly onto his neck.
“Put it in,” he said.
Judy reached between them and guided his penis to her opening. He lowered her and his cock slid deep into her body. Judy wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly. I’d always wanted to fuck my wife standing, but I wasn’t strong enough to hold her up very long. I was afraid that we’d fall or I’d drop her. Jason held her effortlessly.
“Oh God,” she said with enthusiasm. “Boyfriend, you feel so good.”
He walked to the patio door with my wife still impaled on his monstrous hardness. He turned so Judy’s back was towards the door and moved forward until his legs touched the towels that concealed me. Judy’s ass was directly above my head. Jason wasn’t done humiliating me. I knew he wanted me to have a good view of him fucking my wife without her seeing me.
He lifted her with his strong arms and I had a close up view of his cock emerging from my wife’s grotesquely stretched pussy. He slowly lifted her until I could see her thin inner lips wrapped tightly around his round cock-head. Then he slowly lowered her and his shaft disappeared back up into my wife’s womb.
“Oh Jason, you’re so deep!” she moaned. “Slow baby, please.”
He began to fuck her with long slow strokes and I realized that even though I had fucked her hundreds of times, I’d never really seen my wife’s pussy stuffed full of male organ. I discovered my wife’s pussy looks beautiful with a thick cock inside it!
Beautiful and so erotic that I thought about cumming myself. Jason and Judy weren’t looking and the patio was completely surrounded by the bougainvillea plants. I probably shouldn’t have, but I actually pulled out my stiff cock and began jerking it.
I watched with thrilled fascination as Jason lifted Judy up and down on his shiny cock. Faster and faster until she began to make the unmistakable sounds of approaching orgasm. My wife and I were less than two feet apart and we were both ready to cum.
In fact all three of us came together. “Oh Jason,” she wailed. “Oh lover you’re making me cum!”
She drove herself down hard on his manhood as Jason roared with the power of his release.
Actually I was glad they made so much noise, because I couldn’t keep myself from making a little noise when I came too.
I shot my sperm onto the patio stones as Jason shot his sperm into my wife.
I could see his ejaculation muscle under his cock pumping as he filled her. He came for a long time while Judy just rested her pretty head on his muscular shoulder and let him fill her womb with his seed.
A small amount of Jason’s sperm leaked out of Judy’s pussy and ran down her ass forming a growing puddle over my head. Now that they were quiet I couldn’t move without making noise. All I could do was watch as Jason’s cum dripped off my wife’s ass and landed on my neck. It was humiliating beyond endurance to feel another man’s cum dripping out of my own wife’s pussy and onto my head and neck but there was nothing I could do.
He carried her to the bed and gently laid her on her side facing where I sat hiding.
My wife’s perfect body was just an arm’s length away, but I couldn’t touch her. Only her boyfriend could.
Her eyes were closed and her heavy breasts rose and fell as her breathing returned to normal. Her pink nipples were rock-hard and I could see the areolas were wrinkled and contracted. Jason crawled in behind her and kissed her neck. My wife smiled and reached back to caress his face. I watched a heavy stream of cum flow out of her pussy, over her thigh and onto the bed.
They snuggled together in post-coital bliss and waited for Jason’s extraordinarily short refractory period to end.
“Are you too sore for me to fuck you a second time today?” he asked after a few minutes.
“No,” she said. “You stretched me out yesterday. A good aerobics instructor wants his students to stretch and I’m stretched.”
They giggled as he prepared to enter her again. He lifted her top leg and slid close behind her. He poked his long shaft between her legs and it almost made Judy look like it was her cock. In a way, it was.
He pulled back, changed angle and pushed the head towards my wife’s pussy but it bounced forward and didn’t enter her. Judy reached down and forced the head into her opening, and then he slid the rest in. Jason laid down behind her so all I could see of him was the shaft of his cock when it withdrew from my wife’s wet hole. She closed her eyes tightly as he began to mate with her again.
Gradually I got hard again too. I carefully laid down sideways on the patio, facing Judy and began trying to stroke my cock. I didn’t look at my cock because its small size was starting to depress me. I just watched my boss’s donkey dick pumping in and out of my wife and I pretended it was my big cock that was fucking her from behind.
I timed my strokes to match Jason as he shafted her and for a moment I really felt like I was fucking her instead of Jason. She was so incredibly lovely. From her perfect small feet to her long smooth legs, to her tight pussy to her gently swaying breasts to her girlish face, she was a goddess!
It was all so erotic that it wasn’t long before I felt the cum in my balls ready to explode, but Judy came first.
“Oh Jason! You’re making me cum again!” she moaned as she came, making a hideous face that looked like she was in pain.
I came next. It felt great, but just a few drops fell from my cock onto the stones.
Jason pulled his cock out of Judy’s pussy.
“Woo, Girlfriend I’m really close,” he said. “Where do you want my jism this time?”
My wife reached between her legs, took his cock in her hand and stroked it slowly.
“I want to watch you cum, Boyfriend,” she said. “I want to hold your big penis in my hand and feel it when you cum.”
She looked between her legs as she stroked his cock and studied it. She seemed fascinated with his cock.
“I love how your penis looks, Jason. I love how hard you feel. You feel so virile…so masculine.”
Jealously hit me in the gut like a punch. I looked down at my small limp cock and tucked it into my trunks, so I didn’t have to see it any more. What she said was true; he did look masculine and I didn’t.
It was crazy but as I probed my feelings I found myself feeling glad that he and my wife were lovers! Now that she had become accustomed to his size they were the perfect couple I had imagined when I’d first seen the nude photos of Judy from our wedding day. The god with my goddess.
Jason really was my better. Judy deserved to be with a man like him and not like me, I thought. And inexplicably it made me happy.
“Aim it over those towels,” he said sounding ready to explode.
My wife angled his cock upward as she pumped him.
“Yes, like that,” he moaned growing close to cumming.
“Oh, Judy…I’m cumming for you, baby.”
A thick blast of semen shot out the end of his cock, arched over the towels where I hid, and splattered on my neck and face!
“Yes boyfriend,” Judy implored. “Cum for me. Give me all your sperm.”
A second shot arched over the towels, and I ducked as it landed on my back. Its heat surprised me.
My wife kept pumping and Jason kept ejaculating all over the towels, the floor, and me.
Judy laughed like a little girl with a new toy.
“Wow!” Judy said when he had finished shooting. “That was fun!”
Her hand was covered with his sperm as she turned backwards to kiss him. Then she collapsed onto the pillow but she never let go of his cock.
After they rested a while Judy got up and went to the bathroom. She used a towel to wipe his cum off her hands and between her legs.
“I’m covered with your sperm,” she said laughing. “Next time you’re cumming in my mouth where you don’t make such a mess.”
She dressed quickly, kissed him briefly by the door and was gone.
Jason came over to where I hid.
“Good. There’s no vomit on my patio today,” he said looking around. “But I do see some cum that isn’t mine. I see that you liked what you saw. I guess we’re all happy puppies now.”
He shook his head.
“You know, Dude it could have been like this from the start. By tomorrow Judy would have been ready to do a threesome with us. You shouldn’t have tried to cheat me.”
“Yes sir,” I said sadly. “May I use one of these towels, sir? Please.”
“No, ” he said. “My girlfriend anointed you with my cum and it stays where she put it. Understand?”
“Besides. A pussy like you should be covered with a real man’s cum. Don’t you think?”
“Yes sir,” I said.
“You had better get back to the beach.”
I ran back to our lounge chairs and toweled off most of Jason’s cum just as Judy arrived.
“Hello Richard,” she said giving me a small kiss. “I am having such a great time here! Are you having as much fun as me?”
“Except for your nasty infection,” she said suddenly remembering my problem. “My poor baby.” Judy wrapped her arms around me to give me a hug.
“Ick!” she said pulling back. “Your back is sticky.”
“Cheap suntan lotion.”
“Why don’t you go down to the water and rinse it off,” she said sitting down. “I’ve got to rest.”
As I washed off Jason’s sperm I thought about fucking my wife again. I didn’t deserve her but I wanted her. Just a few more days. I had to step aside and let Jason have her just a few more days. Then I had a terrible thought.
What if Jason gets her to fall in love with him? I could tell she really liked him and he was giving her the best sex of her life. Why come back to me?
I tried not to think about it. ‘She’ll leave Jason and marry me this Friday and everything will be like before,’ I told myself.
But would Judy want me back?
We fell into a routine. Every morning at 10:25 my wife left me on the beach to take her aerobics class taught by Jason. And every morning at 10:30 I was treated to, what I began to think of as, a live sex show with beautiful actors.
We all were getting something that we liked. Judy was getting her daily orgasm – actually Jason gave her two. Without Judy’s knowledge, Jason permitted me to watch the sex show as long as I shot my cum neatly into a small garbage can he set out on his patio. And Jason cured his blue balls by cumming frequently into my wife.
One morning at breakfast Jason asked Judy if she’d like a change. By then he was pretty much ignoring me.
“Dr. Feel-good has invited us to visit him at his farm where he grows his Skunk weed,” he said.
“I’ve had enough sun,” Judy said. “A car trip sounds like fun. Can Richard come too?”
“I suppose so,” he said with irritation in his voice.
We went out to Jason’s rusty blue Nissan. Judy got in front with Jason and I jumped in the back.
We drove deep into the lush verdant country just outside of Negril. We passed abandoned sugar cane fields and tiny colorful cement block churches. Jason stopped to pick up two hitchhiking Jamaican schoolgirls in matching uniforms. They climbed in back with me. They were cute and giggled a lot but wouldn’t respond to my questions. Shy I guess. We dropped them off at a dirt road that led to their school.
After about an hour Jason parked the car next to a road-stand where a round Jamaican woman in a colorful dress was selling drinks. We walked behind the road-stand and found Dr. Feel-good sitting on a bench next to a large shed made of unfinished wood.
“Welcome Mon,” he said warmly to us all but was seemed especially happy to see Judy.
He gave her a hug that lasted until she pushed him away. We all laughed but I was beginning to tire of his constant hitting on my wife.
“Let me give you a tour of my little farm,” he said. “The little paper cups on the table hold the seedlings, and under the table is where I keep my bags of soil and fertilizer. My ganja field is down this dirt path, behind a grove of trees.”
“I’m not going down there,” Judy said. “These are new sandals.”
“I’ll stay here with Judy,” Jason offered. “You guys go on ahead.”
“Ok,” I said. I knew better than to argue with Jason.
The doctor and I walked to the ganja field alone. As we went through the trees he lit a huge spliff and passed it to me. I hadn’t been high since we’d gotten to Jamaica so I took it, and we smoked as we walked.
The field was disappointing. The whole thing covered an area no larger than most back yards, and all the plants were thin and short. I had expected a forest of ganja plants standing taller than a man could reach.
I felt myself getting higher as we walked around.
We went back to the shed using another path and we arrived at the back door. He opened the door and the strong aroma of potent marijuana assaulted me. All around the room, thousands of plants were hung upside down to dry. Through a gap in the plants I had a view into a dimly lit room. In the room a plastic bag served as window covering, and cans of food filled shelves along the unfinished walls. I assumed that I’d found Dr. Feel-good’s home.
I looked into a corner and stumbled backward in surprise. On a small bed two people were wildly fucking.
I leaned forward for a better look and realized that it was Jason and Judy. Jason was on top and he was still dressed except that his shorts hung around his ankles. His naked ass rose and fell with amazing speed as he fucked down into my wife. Judy’s naked legs, with her new sandals still on her feet, were wrapped tightly around him. Her shorts and panties sat in a small pile on the dirty floor. Apparently they had been in too great a hurry to fully undress.
“Your woman’s a pretty lady,” I heard from behind me. I turned around and saw the doctor smiled mischievously at me, but it only made me angry.
“She love the big bamboo,” he said moving his hips in a fucking motion.
“You should get out of here,” I said with growing annoyance.
I turned back and watched them fucking again. I grew even more depressed and dejected than before. Before I had been important to them in some way. But now it was just about them. They were simply two lovers addicted each other. Two lovers who couldn’t wait to undress and mate. And all they needed from me was to leave them alone.
“I think she’d like to ride the big black bamboo,” Doctor Feel-good said.
“Come on,” I said pulling him out of the shed. I’d finally had enough of him.
“Turn me loose,” he said angrily.
“Stay away from my wife,” I said. I could tell he was pissed, but I didn’t care.
“Respect, Mon,” he said smiling malevolently.
“I’m serious,” I said. “Let’s go. We’ll circle back and give them time to finish.”
The doctor lit another spliff and we smoked it as we walked. By the time we arrived at the front of the shed I was much too high. Judy and Jason were sitting on the bench looking happy and relaxed and glowing.
“Richard,” Jason said laughing. “You don’t look so good. We’d better get you back.”
“Oops,” Judy said when she stood. “I’d better use the ladies’ room before we go.”
“Here pretty lady,” the doctor said as he put his arm around my wife’s waist. “Let me show you.”
“I can find it just fine myself,” she said pushing him away. She went back into the little shack.
“Come here Doctor,” Jason said. “I’ve got something for you.” Jason pulled a small crumpled white piece of cloth from his pocket and handed it to the doctor.
“Ya Mon,” the doctor gleefully said as he unfolded it.
It was Judy’s panties!
He put them to his face and inhaled deeply.
“Oh. So sweet.”
I could have strangled him then and there. And I was pissed at Jason too.
“Jason,” I said. “Keep him away from Judy!”
“You still haven’t learned, have you?” he said menacingly. “You’re going to pay for that later.”
‘Oh no,’ I thought as I calmed down. I watched the Doctor sniff and fondle my wife’s panties and grew angry again.
“Give me those!” I said reaching for them.
“No way, Mon,” he said jerking them away. “I might need them later,” the doctor said laughing. He mimed masturbating into Judy’s panties.
Mad rage filled me and I lunged at him.
The ganja however had been too strong. I stumbled and fell at his feet.
“Let’s go killer,” Jason said picking me up. Judy came out of the shack and the three of them carried me back to the car.
They laid me down in the back seat and Judy got in front with Jason again. I was getting higher and higher and I felt like I needed to sleep. I dozed off. When I opened my eyes Judy was gone! Jason was looking down at his lap.
“That’s nice,” he whispered.
I knew instantly that my wife was showing him ‘Judy’s Car Trick.’
Jason had taken everything from me. He had mastered me in every way. I looked up at the roof of the Nissan and listened to the sounds of Judy fellating my boss.
“Here it is,” he said softly, and I knew Judy was draining him of his second load of the day.
“Thank you,” he said after a long while.
“My pleasure,” she whispered as she sat back up. “No! Leave it out. I like how it looks.”
“Ok girlfriend,” he said laughing.
I passed out again.
Thursday finally came. One more day until I got my lovely wife back. I was not, however completely sure she would want to come back.
At breakfast Jason pulled me aside.
“I am going to invite you two to take a boat to a deserted island where there is a nice beach,” he said as Judy cruised the buffet. “Unlike the ganja farm trip, you are going to decline the invitation. Clear?”
“Yes Jason,” I said obediently.
“However you will encourage Judy to go,” he ordered.
“Yes sir,” I said. He wanted me to make it convenient for him to fuck my wife and I was going to do it.
As it turned out, she jumped at the chance to go to the island without me. I helped her pack a bag for their trip as Jason packed a cooler with food and Red Stripes. She was incredibly excited bout the trip.
I kissed her good bye as they left the house. My phone rang and the headhunter started pestering me to make a decision about the job offer in Hawaii.
“The raised their offer again,” he said. “But this is it.”
“I don’t know,” I pleaded. “I just can’t think now.”
“You’ve got to move on this now,” he said. “They’re talking to someone else, but they really want you. They’ll wait a few days, but if they don’t hear from you by Monday they’re going to offer the position to this guy from New York.”
“Ok. I get it,” I said. “Bye.”
I went down to the sea and walked along the beach. It was a perfect day for sunning and lots of hot girls had their tops off. I gazed at boobs in various shapes and even some with nipple rings but none as nice as Judy’s boobs. I was lonely for my ex wife and the day passed slowly.
They got back to the house around sunset. Judy was sunburnt and very drunk. I took her to our bedroom and helped her get undressed. As I applied sunburn lotion I noticed that her normally white ass was burned bright red. I turned on the ceiling fan to cool her and left her to sleep off the beer.
Jason was sitting in the living room, drinking a Red Stripe. He looked sunburnt and drunk too.
“What a great day! Sorry you couldn’t be there,” he said with a chuckle.
“Was Judy tanning with her bikini off?”
“Sure was,” he said smiling. “I just told her to get naked and off it came. Hell, she spent the whole the day with it off.” He had certainly changed my formerly modest wife.
“Well at least there was no one there to see her.”
“Yes there was,” he said.
“You weren’t alone on the island?”
“Nope,” he said. “Doctor Feel-good was there.”
I couldn’t believe my ears! I started getting angry. That sneaky son of a bitch was there!
“Why was he there…sir?”
“I invited him,” he said laughing.
“Did he see my wife naked sir?”
“Of course,” he said taking obvious joy in my humiliation. “I told you that you’d pay for shooting off your mouth other day.”
I collapsed into a chair. I thought of the three of them eating, drinking, swimming together all day, and my wife naked the whole time. And the lecherous Doctor Feel-good finally able to see the perfect body he’d lusted for all week. I was crushed.
‘Why didn’t I keep quiet the other day?’ I thought. ‘None of this would have happened if I’d just been respectful to Jason, like I should have!’ I hated myself then.
“Besides I didn’t like the way you treated him. The Doctor’s my friend. That makes him your better too,” he went on. “You don’t mind that I let him see your wife naked, do you?”
“Whatever you do is fine, sir.”
“Good. ‘Cus that’s not all,” he said and waited for my reaction.
“What else, sir?” I said almost too afraid to ask.
“He fucked her, too.”
I was in shock!
“Oh my God,” I said covering my face. The room started to spin.
“No. It’s not possible!”
“It happened, dude,” he said smiling broadly.
“Judy doesn’t even like him…sir,” I said trying to gain control of myself.
“I told her to fuck him,” he said. “At first she said no. She said she only wanted to have sex with me.”
He took another sip of his Red Stripe. He watched his words sink in and then went on.
“I told her it would really make me really happy if she fucked him. She thought it over and said since she’d already had sex with him that first night on the beach, doing it one more time wouldn’t hurt.”
Jason laughed out loud and slapped his thigh.
“She said ‘I’m not married so anything goes’,” he said.
“They did it on the beach, sir?” I said feeling defeated.
“You bet! And what a sight. He took her doggy style to keep sand out of her pussy. He’s a very considerate guy.”
He sipped his beer and went on.
“I know your wife didn’t like the Doctor, but once he fucked her she really got into him,” he said as if I’d be glad to hear.
“And he really got into her,” he said laughing at his own joke. “His big black hands squeezing those pure white boobs until she screamed. That long jet-black cock slicing into your wife’s little pink pussy. Her yelling, ‘Oh Doctor! I’m cumming! You’re making me cum so hard.’ Him yelling, ‘Take this white bitch.’ It was really something to see.”
“You just stood there and watched, sir?” I said.
“No,” he said clearly enjoying my total defeat.
“I took pictures,” he added. He took a drink and went on.
“Then we all went skinny dipping in the ocean. I was hard from watching them fuck so I asked Judy to give me an underwater blow job. It felt great standing in that cool water with her warm mouth attached to my cock. But she couldn’t hold her breath long enough for me to cum, so I just fucked her. Did you ever fuck your wife in the ocean before?”
“No sir,” I said softly.
“You should. Judy likes it,” he said. “It was a great day. The three of us swam naked, took pictures naked and even ate lunch naked. And it was great having a pussy there. Whenever one of us felt his cock getting hard, we just bent Judy over and stuck it in her. We must have fucked her ten times today, and she usually came too.”
He shook his head.
“You’ve got an amazing wife, Dude,” he said. “I was thinking of postponing your wedding tomorrow so I could use her a couple more weeks but I think I’m going to let her marry you.”
“Thank you sir,” I said. And I meant it. I had no doubt that Jason could keep Judy as long as he wanted.
“Oh. One thing,” he added. “I want you to leave your room tomorrow an hour before your wedding. I’m going give Judy a load of quality sperm as a wedding present and I don’t want you there.”
“Yes sir,” I said.
“I always wanted to fuck another man’s bride on her wedding day,” he said. “You don’t mind if I fuck your bride, do you?”
“No sir,” I said obediently.
“Good boy,” he said. “I’d really like to show you the pictures we took today but Judy threw the camera overboard.”
“However,” he went on. “I remembered how she took your camera away, after you took those nude wedding photos.”
He held up a small black chip like a trophy.
“So I pulled out the memory card when she wasn’t looking,” he said proudly. “The whole day is right here.”
He tossed it to me.
“Souvenir of your trip to Jamaica,” he said.
The next morning I woke to the luscious feeling of a naked Judy snuggling against me from behind. Her small hand stroked my rigid dick. I drifted between sleep and wakefulness and savored moment…then the terror hit me.
“What are you doing?” I said slapping her hand off my cock. I was terrified what Jason might do if he learned that his girlfriend had touched my cock.
“Come on,” she said like a spoiled child. “There’s nothing wrong with your dick.”
“You’re not supposed to touch my dick until tomorrow,” I said sternly.
“I’m horny,” she said pleadingly. “Your fiancée wants to get laid before her wedding.”
“I’m sorry babe,” I said. “I just can’t.”
“Ok,” she sighed. Judy rolled me onto my back and kissed me on the lips. “Richard I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I said feeling every word in my heart. “More than you’ll ever know.”
“I can’t wait to be your wife again,” she said. “It’s going to be perfect…pure. And it’s going to last forever.
She jumped into my arms and we held each other tightly.
“I know,” I said with my face covered with her pretty, fragrant hair.
The wedding was planned for eleven o’clock so we began to dress as soon as we’d showered. Judy donned a simple white spaghetti strap dress of cotton. It went all the way down to her bare feet. The dress material was loose enough that she didn’t need a bra so underneath all she wore were white panties. Jason’s cook brought us flowers and Judy put some in her hair and pinned one to my Hawaiian shirt.
When I’d finished dressing I sat on the bed and watched her finish her make-up. She was so beautiful I almost couldn’t stand it. I went to where she sat and put my arms around her, careful not to spoil her work. She placed her arms over mine.
Suddenly Jason barged into the room. I looked at my watch. It was ten o’clock.!
“What are you doing in here?” he said to me.
“I…” I stammered too afraid to answer.
“The groom isn’t supposed to see the bride before the ceremony, you mope,” he said. “Get out of here.”
“He doesn’t have to leave,” Judy told him. “Richard, don’t go.”
“No,” I said moving towards the door. “He’s right. I’d better go.”
“Please Richard,” she pleaded. “Stay. Don’t leave!”
“I’ve got to go,” I said moving towards the door. I knew that if I delayed my departure Jason would punish me later. “I’m going out to talk to the pastor.”
I closed the door and then paused to hear what they said to each other.
“It’s Friday, Jason,” she said angrily. “It’s over.”
“You’re not married yet.”
“Let me go,” she said and I heard movement in the room, perhaps a struggle and then the sound of a kiss.
“Just one more time,” he said.
“No,” she said more softly. I heard them kiss again.
“It’s my wedding day,” she whispered.
“I know,” he said almost too soft to hear.
The sound of rustling clothes and bodies falling onto the bed slipped through the door. I wasn’t surprised but couldn’t help feeling dejected, so I left. I went outside and saw the pastor but no one else was there yet. I sat in a folding chair and waited as Jason fucked my wife for the last time…I hoped.
Gradually people arrived. Just before eleven o’clock Doctor Feel-good showed up.
“Congratulations Mon,” he said as we touched fists in the Jamaican way. “She’s a special woman.”
He smiled triumphantly.
“Thank you Doctor,” I said politely.
Just then Jason came out with Judy on his arm. Judy’s dress was a bit disheveled and there were no flowers left in her hair.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” he said. “I’m giving the bride away. I think that’s appropriate, don’t you Richard.”
“Yes sir, ” I said automatically.
“Uh oh,” Judy said. “I need to go to the little girls’ room first.”
“No you don’t,” Jason. “Come on. This won’t last long.”
“Yes I do,” she said forcefully as she tried to pull her arm free from his grip.
“No,” he said laughing. “Look the pastor’s waiting.”
He dragged her to the dais and I followed. The ceremony was short, which was fortunate because we just had time to pack our bags before we had to leave for the tiny Negril airport. Jason had decided to stay longer so I called a cab to drive us there.
“I’m going to miss you,” Jason said to Judy as the cab arrived. He put her bag into the boot and wrapped her possessively in his strong arms.
“I’m already sorry I agreed to give you away,” he said. He kissed her much longer than mere friends kiss. Judy pulled away, jumped into the back of the cab and closed the door.
“It’s too late,” she said out of the window. “Richard, hurry up and get in. We’re going to miss the plane.”
An angry Jason disappeared behind us as the cab sped away, down the bumpy single-lane road.
We didn’t talk much on the plane back to Chicago. I began to worry about what Jason would do when he got back. He had beaten me into submission and established dominance over me. But worse, I was sure that he’d want to fuck Judy again and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
We landed at O’Hare airport, got our bags and began walking towards the taxi stand.
I grew depressed as we rolled our bags past dozens of airline departure gates. Each step brought us closer to my evil boss.
“‘Stop!” Judy said. “Richard, look.” She pointed towards a departure gate.
“What?” I said.
“That plane’s going to Honolulu,” she said.
“Let’s go!” she said.
“Have you lost your mind?” I said.
“No,” she said firmly. “I think I’ve finally found it. We’ve got nothing here in Chicago. I’m unemployed, you’re in a thankless job and we hate the weather!”
“What about our apartment?” I said. “All our stuff…”
“Everything we need is right here,” she said taking me in her arms. “Just you and me and our toothbrushes. Richard, baby I love you so much. I want to make a fresh start as far from Chicago and Jason as possible.”
“You want to go now?” I asked.
“Yes!” she said. “Right now! And on this plane. To Honolulu and that new job you’ve been offered.” She kissed me. “To Honolulu. And to a fresh, pure start together.”
We rolled our bags to the counter and bought two tickets.
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