My wife and I have had our ups and downs lately. They call it the seven-year itch, but we have only been married for five years. We married at thirty-four years of age for both of us. We are thirty-nine now and have not had time to keep our marriage going smoothly. But that is mostly my fault.
I am a Sales and Service Manager and a Branch Manager of a regional service company. I work long hours, from 6:00 am to 8:00 or 9:00 pm most days. I can only solve this problem once I hire a competent assistant.
Meanwhile, my wife feels neglected. She complains that I never touch her, but the truth is I don't have the energy for an active sex life. She knows how much strain I am under, but she is a healthy young woman who needs a good fuck regularly. She is beautiful with a beautiful petite body. She is small-breasted but has legs to die for. She has long dark hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. Her skin is so soft and tans well. Her face is perfect, but she shows a few lines around her eyes and forehead. She could pass for twenty-five with her looks. I eat her out once every couple of weeks. I am not taking care of my marital duties. She needs some good loving. She has said she might find some sex with another man.
I was a little shocked at her remarks about finding some dick, but I soon realized that idea excited me. We talked about it, and I let her know I was good with the idea of her getting fucked. I gave her my permission to do what she wanted. She said she might find a sex partner. I asked her what she would like, but she said nothing about who or what.
She let me take a few pictures of her in her underwear, bra, panties, and bikini, but only one nude that I took of her when she had been bathing in a trout stream on one of our outings. I put some photos on my desk so my employees might see them. All the men commented on them in a noncommittal, non-aggressive way. They all liked the nude photo. I think some of them came to my office to see Karen's naked picture. One of my salesmen, John, had a reputation as a lady's man. After giving it a lot of thought, I approached John about fucking Karen.
"Hey John, take a look at this," I said, showing him a picture of Karen in black panties, a bra, and then the nude. "Tell me what you think."
"Very sexy lady, he said. "You are a lucky man."
"Yes, I am, Jonh. You know she is hot to trot, as the old saying goes. Would you fuck her?"
"Oh, shit, You are too big a man. I don't want to get beat to death. Don't worry about me approaching her."
"No, no, John. You don't understand. I am trying to get you some good pussy. Karen has one of those snapper pussys. She is so tight. Do you want to fuck her?"
"Are you pulling my leg?"
"No, John. I have not been taking care of business at home. She needs a good fucking. I think she is ready for it. She has mentioned finding someone to fuck several times, and I told her it was OK with me if she got some strange cock."
"Damn, Doug. I'd fuck her all night long if I could. How is this going to work?"
"Here is her phone number. You can call her any time or drop by the hospital where she works. I will get her to Mazzios at about 7:00 Sunday night. You can drop by, and I will introduce the two of you casually."
"OK, that sounds like a plan."
"After meeting her, you can call her and tell her you had me crying on your shoulder about my problem. Then, ask her out for a drink to discuss it. Or you could stop by the house and bring up the subject."
"OK. I'll do it."
"If you whip that cock out and show her a hard one, she might drag you to bed."
"I've got a big cock with a mushroom head. The girls like it."
"So I have heard. I need one favor."
"What do you need, Doug."
"Put your phone on the dresser and record yourself fucking her. I want to see it happen."
"OK," John said. "I'll see you all Sunday at 7:00."
Sunday night, we met at Mazzios. John wandered in, and I made the introductions. We had good food and conversation for a few minutes until I called John Big Dick. Karen gave me a puzzled look as her eyes shifted between John and me. John laughed and said he couldn't help it if he were born that way.
"Why do you call him that," Karen asked.
"Because he has a big dick with a mushroom head," I told her. "The women love him and his big dick." Karen stared at John, picked up her glass, and drank all the wine. Her face was flushed.
"I need more wine, please." I refilled her glass. She took another big drink. Looking at John, she asked him how big it was. He grinned at her and held up his index fingers, separated by several inches.
"About that long. The head is big, too. About this big around," as he curled his thumb and index finger to demonstrate its ample circumference. Karen just stared.
The conversation continued through dinner. Karen didn't take her eyes off John for the rest of the evening. John went to the men's room before we left for home. When he returned, he had a hard-on imprinting his pants. It was evident to everyone just how big his cock was. He stood by the table and said his goodbyes. Kare stared at his hard cock, her face flushed with embarrassment and desire. I thought it was evident to everyone she wanted John's cock.
After John said his goodbyes, we went home and went to bed. I was exhausted. I did wake up once to find Karen masturbating. She needed that cock.
Monday morning, John came to my office before seeing any customers. We discussed the event of the past evening. I told John that Karen couldn't take her eyes off his cock when he returned to our table with an erection. I also told him about Karen waking me while she was masturbating and whispering his name. He thought she might be ready to get fucked. I told him I was sure of it. He asked if she had ever been with a black man before, and I told him no. That Big black cock might be part of the attraction.
You should call her this morning. Since you work close to the hospital, you could tell her how much you enjoyed meeting her last night and offer to buy her lunch. She eats in the cafeteria."
"That's a good idea. I'll call before I leave the office."
"OK, check in with me before you leave." A little later, John stuck his head in my office door to tell me he had a lunch date. As the day wore on, I couldn't get the image of John's big cock turning my wife inside out.
Finally, John called me at about 4:00 pm to let me know I had to work late. He said he and my wife Karen had a date, and I had to work until at least 9:00 pm. John was going to keep her busy for four hours. He had bought Karen's lunch and told her about our conversations. John told her I was distraught over not being able to love her like I should and had told him she might be looking for some no-strings-attached sex. He thought she was beautiful and sexy and deserved a good love life. He would be willing to help out if she wanted. She bought it, hook, line, and sinker.
I got home at about 9:30 that night. I walked in and smelled sex as soon as I closed the door. The house was a mess. I stripped to my underwear in the main bathroom before going to bed. The bedroom was a mess, and I smelled cum. The odor was strong. Karen was sleeping on her back, snoring. She looked exhausted. John must have fucked her all over the house. My dick got hard. I went to jerk off so I could sleep. I had a good cum imagining the images of John fucking Karen silly.
I watched the videos of John fucking my wife every chance I had for weeks. John had been to the house and videoed himself fucking Karen two and three times a week over the past two months. John had thrown a new player in the game.
Andre, one of my plant employees, came to my office one day and said he had something to discuss with me. He came in and closed the door behind him.
"Mr. Doug, John told me what he has been doing to your wife. And he showed me videos. Can I see the nude pic John says you keep on your desk?
"OK, Andre. Here it is," I said, handing him the nude photo of Karen.
"Damn," he said. "Your wife is one sexy lady. Do you care I fuck her?"
"How do I know you have what it takes to treat her right," I asked. My dick got hard instantly as I thought about two big black cocks fucking Karen.
"Mr. Doug, I treat her right. This makes your white wife feel good." He pulled out a hard black dick that was a little bigger than John's cock. I was amazed. I almost came in my pants, imagining that black dick plowing Karen's pussy. I liked the idea.
"Mr. Doug, no offense, but I think you like it too." He shook his big cock at me. He walked around my desk, took my hand, and put it on his hard cock. I put my fingers around it or tried to. His cock was huge, and I liked how it felt in my hand. It was all I could do to keep from putting my mouth on it and sucking cock right there in my office. I jacked him off for maybe half a minute.
"Mr. Doug, I give this cock to your wife, then you can have it too."
"OK," I said. "We have a deal," I leaned over and kissed the head of his dick and removed my hand.
"Do you and John have it worked out?"
"Yeah. Me and John having lunch with your wife today. You work late. OK?"
"OK," was all I could say.
I had some experiences with black men in the past and loved it. I would love for John and Andre to have a go at me. I had started sucking cock as a tween and had my first experience with anal a few weeks later, experiencing an anal orgasm that turned my world upside down. I had been bisexual all my life.
I finally figured out that my problems with Karen were because I was bi. I know that bi-sexual men always turn back to men as they get older. That is what I was doing. I loved Karen. But I want to suck dick. I want to have a big cock plowing my ass hole. That's why I enjoyed the video of Karen fucking so much. I liked watching the big black cocks squirting her full of cum. I was going to have to join John and Andre at some point so I could eat Karen's creampie and clean their cocks.
John called in later in the day. He said he and Andre had lunch with my wife. They had set up a website so I could view the videos in real time. That excited me even more, knowing that other people might be able to see Karen being a slut. At 4:30, I signed in to the site to see Karen live walking to our front door, followed by Andre. Karen unlocked the door and turned to smile at the men behind her.
"Come in, Gentlemen, and we will get started." The two men followed her into the living room. As soon as she sat her purse down , Andre grabbed her and started tearing off her clothes. Andre was a big man who had no problem shredding her white blouse. As buttons popped and fabric ripped, Karen screamed. Andre shredded her skirt. It was evident he wanted my wife's pussy. He ripped off her bra and panties. She was trying to fight back to no avail.
Andre forced her to her knees. He already had exposed his huge hard cock, and he pushed it into her mouth.
"Suck that big cock bitch. Get that 11 inches down your throat." Karen was trying her best to suck his huge cock. "You getting all this down, John?"
"Yep, got it all. Fuck her hard now."
Andre picked her up and made my wife bend over the arm of the sofa. He entered her from behind, shoving half that 11-inch cock in her cunt. She moaned in what sounded like pleasure as Andre began to ease in and out from behind. He kept on adding more cock as he went until he had the whole 11-inch cock buried deep.
John panned the camera up and down their bodies. Karen was moaning and squealing, but her facial expressions showed just how much she enjoyed the abuse. Andre had a mask on, hiding his identity. I wasn't sure what was going on, so I called. I could hear the phone ring in the video feed. John sat the camera down, continuing to video the rape scene.
"Hello?" John answered.
"John, what the hell is going on?"
"Don't worry, Doug. The only way Karen would agree to this video is if we made it look like a rape. She is enjoying it, believe me."
I hung up the phone, and John again picked up the camera. He got closeups of Karen's face, and her pleasure was evident. He shifted to the cock that glistened with Karen's pussy juices. Andre had not used lube, but his dick was wet to the base of it. She was taking all he could give her. He started pounding her fast and then stopped with that monster entirely inside her. He held them there as he filled her with cum. Finally, he pulled out, and I could see his cum dripping out of her. I wanted to lick it all up.
John stepped up behind Karen. He had removed his clothes, and his 9-inch cock was ready to go. He shoved it in her from behind, making her moan. Then he surprised me by withdrawing from her cunt and shoved his cock in her ass hole. I heard her gasp as that big thick dick went in her ass. I didn't know if she had ever had an anal fuck before, but she was getting one now. Karen orgasmed with John's cock up her ass. Then John withdrew and sprayed 5 or 6 ropes of cum up her back. He moved around to her face on the sofa. He picked up her head by her hair and shoved his dirty dick in her mouth. She started cleaning his cock, and the video went off.
I waited until 8:30, packed up, and started home. Five minutes from home, I called John and told him I was five minutes away. He said they were leaving, and she would no doubt be sleeping by the time I got home. And she was full of four loads of cum.
I pulled into the garage and entered the house. The whole house smelled like cum. I was hard as a rock tonight, but I was not going to jack off.
I found Karen in a deep sleep, on her back, in bed. I hurriedly stripped out of my clothing. I pulled the sheet off Karen and saw my wife's cunt and belly covered in cum. Some had dried. I crawled between her legs and sucked her cunt. I put my lips over her vagina and sucked. I could taste her juices and the cum of the black men who had fucked her silly. I kept sucking and kept pulling cum out of her.
She woke up telling me I shouldn't be doing that right now. I told her now was when I wanted to eat her after my friends had left. I was cleaning her pussy for her. She sighed, and I kept eating her. After cleaning the copious amount of cum from her cunt I cleaned off her belly. I loved the taste of the fresh cum.
I stuck my cock in her. She was gaped and very loose I could tell just from the feel she had been fucked. But I didn't care. Next time I had to be here when they fucked her. After a few pumps at her hole, I emptied my cum into her. The orgasm made my hair stand up.
I dropped back between her legs and ate my cum out of her. It wasn't as exciting as eating the cum from black men. I put the sheet over her and climbed into bed beside her, holding her to me as we slept like babies.
On Tuesday morning, John brought a video camera to my office. He asked me if I wanted to see the clips, and of course, I said yes. He closed my office door, turned on the camera, and handed it to me. It was amazing. John fucked my wife six times, and she orgasmed seven or eight times.
The first video showed Karen on her back, ass on the edge of the dining room table. John's big black cock slowly plowed my wife's pussy as she moaned in delight. That big thick cock sawed back and forth, looking as if it was turning her pussy inside out. She spasmed in orgasm and screamed. He kept fucking her hard, going balls deep in her. I could hear the slap of his thigh on her ass. He shoved her knees up beside her head, trying to get deeper into her cunt. She spasmed in orgasm again as he filled her with cum. He pumped her a few more times and stopped, buried in her. He slowly withdrew his cock, and I watched the cum flow from her pussy.
John picked her up and eased her off the table. He shoved down on her shoulders, guiding her to her knees. Karen looked up at him with a puzzled look on her face. John held her head and guided his cock to her mouth. He forced his still half-hard cock into her mouth, telling her to suck it. I was shocked. My wife had never sucked cock before.
"John, Karen has never sucked a cock before," I told him.
"Well, she has now, and she is a good cocksucker."
I watched intently as my wife sucked that cum laden black cock. She slid her lips over and sucked it like a baby sucking its thumb. She took more and more of his cock until she had over half of it in her mouth and gagged. She backed it out and tried again, gagging once more. John told her to stick her tongue out, and she did. The next time she went down, she had almost everything in her mouth.
I put my hand under the desk and rubbed my hard dick. John saw what I was doing.
"Watching that makes your dick hard, does it?"
"Hell, yes. I jacked off last night, too. All I could smell was fresh sex when I got home. There was cum on the dining room table, the floor, and the sofa. Our bedroom smelled like a whore house. All I could think of was you fucking the shit out of my wife."
"You would be surprised at the number of white couples who like to bring a black man into their relationship. Maybe we should try a threesome sometime."
"I am not too sure about that." I handed him the camera and my laptop. "Download the videos to my computer for me. How many times did you fuck her?"
"She will be sore for a few days. I fucked her six times. We will do it again in a few days."
