Buying My Wife Pt 2

BUYING MY WIFE Pt 2 By Just Plain Bob Oral sex was something that was a staple of our sex life, but when Abby went for my cock with her mouth I pushed her away and told her that I didn't feel like oral. That wasn't true of course, I always wanted head, but if I would have let her do me then I would be expected to do her and there was no way I was going to do that if she might have just come to me from another man's bed. It obviously wouldn't kill me because if she were cheating on me then I had already been doing it for a while, but I didn't know it then and knowing made all the difference in the world. In my younger days before I met Abby I was a little wild and I had participated in a threesome or two and I'd been to a few gangbangs so I knew what sloppy seconds felt like and Abby didn't feel that way nor did she feel any looser or different, but then she never had. I started having bad thoughts about myself for doubting her. I began thinking that maybe there was a good explanation for her visits to Perry Street. The next day at nine I received a call from Hargrove asking me if I was free for lunch. We met again at Antoine's and when we were seated he handed me a sheaf of papers. I looked through them and saw that it said exactly what I told him I needed it to say and that he had signed it and had his signature notarized. "Looks fine to me. I'll have my lawyer look at it and if he finds no fault with it I will stop fighting Abby." "May I ask you a personal question?" "You can ask, but I won't promise you an answer." "Abby is a marvelous woman. Why on Earth did you cheat on her?" Since I had never cheated on Abby I had no real answer to the question so I just said: "It was a drunken indiscretion. I didn't even know I'd done it until I woke up in the wrong bed the next morning." "It may sound cruel of me to say it, but I'm glad it happened otherwise Abby and I wouldn't have ended up together." When I got back to the office I tossed Hargrove's paperwork into my center desk drawer and forgot about it. It had only been something to buy me time and I was never going to use it. Outside of wondering if Abby had paid a visit to Perry Street on Saturday morning the weekend was the same as most others of the past eleven years. We made love Saturday night. Monday night we were sitting on the couch watching a new TV show ("Sam Who?") when Abby reached over and started rubbing my cock and it did what it always did when she paid attention to it. Abby said: "Why don't we turn off the TV and see if we can't find something better to do." Once again I thought, "No way this woman is cheating on me. She just couldn't be." Tuesday I decided to stir the pot a bit. Over breakfast I said, "I've been thinking that maybe I should get some 'couth' in my life. I think I'm going to go with you to your book club meeting tonight." Abby didn't bat an eye as she said, "You picked the wrong time to decide to pursue some intellectual enlightenment. The guest speaker had to cancel. But there is always next week." That night in the middle of "Boston Legal" she cuddled up next to me and rubbed her tits into my arm. "Want to go play?" I did and so we did. Wednesday at ten I got a call from Paulson telling me that he had something for me. As he passed the large manila envelope across his desk to me he said: "This is the part of my job I hate. I'm always hoping that I can tell the client that his fears are groundless, but most of the time all I do is deliver bad news." "It's bad?" "I'm afraid so." I made arrangements with him to let his people into the house to get their equipment, paid him the balance of what I owed and then I went back to work and called Abby and told her that I would be working late and not to hold dinner for me. When the office cleared out that night I took my briefcase and went to the conference room where there was a TV/VCR combo. I took the video and audio cassettes out of the envelope and set them both up to play. I already knew what I was going to hear because it had already been transcribed and I'd read the transcription. The first section on the audio tape was from the bug in my car as Abby drove to work and talked on her cell phone. I only got one side of the conversation, but it was telling. "Good morning lover. I just wanted to hear your voice." "I know baby. Some day we will be able to do it openly at the office. Just be patient baby, he can't stall much longer." "I know baby; I can't wait for Thursday either. I'm super horny too. I really missed being able to see you Tuesday night. I really hate it when I get those migraines. I'm almost to work. See you soon." No room for denial after hearing that. The next section was from the bug in her purse. (Sound of a door opening and closing). "I'm here lover." "I'm in the bedroom." (Sound of high heels walking across the floor). "Oh my! Is that for me?" "Indeed it is my love. He has been hungry for you for days." "Well I guess I'd better not keep him waiting any longer. Will you lick my pussy and get it wet and ready?" "Silly girl! Don't I always?" "You certainly don't need my mouth to get it hard, but I want to taste it anyway." "Luckily we know how to do both at the same time. You want top or bottom?" "I'll take the top. You sometimes get carried away when I'm on the bottom and I haven't yet figured out how to let that big thing get all the way down to my tummy." (Sounds of oral sex). "Enough baby; I need you in my pussy." (Sounds of love making). "God, I really needed that. I love your big cock baby." "How about me?" "You are a package deal lover. The two of you come together." "Is tonight the night? You keep promising me that you will stay the night one of these nights." "I can't baby. Rob is still checking up on me trying to catch me doing something he can use against me to stall the divorce. I know for a fact that he follows me to the library and the bridge club then goes to the apartment to see that I get home at the right time. I hope he never sticks around to see what time I actually leave the library and bridge club meetings. If he did and followed me here it could be another year before the divorce would go through. Oh look. He's ready for me again." "Are you ever going to let me have anal?" "I keep telling you lover. I'm saving it for our wedding night. I can't give you my virginity, but I want you to have something special on our first night together as man and wife." "I'm beginning to wonder if that is ever going to happen." "Be patient baby; it can't be too much longer. I've time for one more if you can get it up for me." "With your help it shouldn't take long." (Sounds of oral sex followed by sounds of love making). "I've got just enough time to shower and douche. Want to scrub my back?" "You still afraid that he will grab you and put his hand on your pussy to see if you are wet?" "I don't put anything past him lover. I'm just not taking any chances." The next snippet was from the bug in her purse on Saturday morning. "Morning lover. Did you miss me?" "Oh God yes." (Sounds of kissing). "Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?" "Like you don't already know the answer to that. How much time do we have?" "Three hours or so. I don't have to pick my mother up until eleven." Next was a repeat of the sex that the two of them hand on Thursday. Following their first fuck they discussed where they would honeymoon when they got married. Following their second fuck Hargrove asked how the divorce was moving along. "He found a new one to use. He is now claiming that I have received commissions and bonuses that I secretly squirreled away and he has asked for additional time to discover them. Whether the court will grant his attorney that additional time I don't know." "I've said it before my love and I'll say it again. Don't fight him. Give him whatever he wants. Walk away with nothing and just get it over with. I've got more money than we will ever need." "I can't do that Jason. He has turned it into a test of wills and I will not bow down to him. This talk is depressing. Cheer me up lover. It feels like you are ready again. Make me scream!" There was more, but I didn't care to listen to it. I put the video cassette into the TV/VCR combo and a picture came on the screen. The time stamp said that it was last Wednesday. Abby was in the kitchen fixing dinner. Her cell phone rang and she stopped peeling potatoes and got it out of her purse. "Hello?" "Fixing my mother dinner." "I told you never to call me Jason. What if my mother had picked up the phone?" "I don't care." "Because she is fond of Rob and thinks I'm making a big mistake in leaving him." "No Jason. The last thing I need is for her to start asking me who the men calling me are." "No Jason. I'll see you at work tomorrow." She disconnected without saying goodbye and as she dropped the cell phone back into her purse she said: "Jesus, what a stupid fucking twit!" The tape kept running showing Abby working on dinner and five minutes later I came into the kitchen and Abby stopped doing what she was doing and greeted me with a big hug and a very hot kiss. I leaned back in the chair and thought about what it all meant. There was no divorce in progress so Abby was obviously stringing Hargrove along, but why? What was with the 'lovey-dovey' shit when she was with him and the "stupid fucking twit" when she wasn't? She had Hargrove so convinced that the two of them were going to ride off into the sunset together that he was willing to try and buy me off. On my side of the coin I'd had a perfect wife for eleven years. She was loving and she spoiled me rotten. I could not point to anything that would even hint at trouble in our marriage. As an actress she was giving one of us ? and quite possibly both of us ? a superior performance. I couldn't speak for Hargrove, but I was not going to be handing out any Academy Awards, but I would be handing out something and that was for sure. When I got home that night Abby greeted me with a warm hug and a kiss which I returned somewhat indifferently. Abby noticed and asked: "Something wrong?" "Just a bad day at work coupled with a headache. I think I'll swallow a handful of Tylenol and go to bed. The next day at work I dug through my center desk drawer until I found the document that Hargrove had given me. I called Jim Barkly, an old school buddy who was a lawyer and asked him if he could meet me for lunch. He said he could and we met at Antoine's (only fitting since that is where Hargrove started it all). I explained the situation to him, gave him the document and asked him if it was legally enforceable. He read it and handed it back to me. "As written it is doubtful you could win in court if this guy defaulted. The way it is written makes it sound like you are selling Abby to him. It would be a slam dunk if it were written along the lines of a promissory note. Change the wording to read, "In exchange for services rendered I, Jason Hargrove, promise that on the date that the dissolution of the marriage of blah, blah, blah becomes final I will pay to Robert Dalton the following and then list what he is going to pay, but you have other options here." "Like what?" "This state allows legal actions for alienation of affections. With this document as proof that he is interfering in your personal life you could sue this Hargrove guy and win. You would probably get more out of it too." "How so?" "Assume he is right about the house. You would get forty-two thousand. Forget alimony. If you sue for divorce using infidelity as grounds Abby won't get alimony. On the other hand a suit for alienation of affections could get you up to two hundred thousand. The average award in a marriage of your length is around one hundred and fifty thousand. So, like I said, you have options. And of course there is a third option" "And that would be?" "You and Abby could stay together." "After what she has done?" "Come off it Rob. You love her. You have had her on a pedestal since the day you married her and she loves you. It shows every time she gets within five feet of you. The woman can't keep her hands off you. I don't know what is going on with her and this Hargrove character, but it has not changed the way she feels about you. Once again, all I'm saying is that you have options." Jim did not practice family law so I asked him for the name of a good divorce attorney and he gave me the names of three that he said were very good. When I got back to my office I called Hargrove and told him that my attorney had shot down his document and I told him why. Hargrove told me that he would redo the document to address the attorney's concerns and then he said: I"I take it that once I redo the document and sign it we have a deal?" "Not until the attorney looks at the revision and approves it." "I'll have it to you by next Tuesday." After I hung up on Hargrove I got out the Yellow Pages and looked up the names of the attorneys that Jim had given me and then I called the one closest to my office and made an appointment. That night when Abby got home from her 'bridge club' I pulled her down onto the bed and fucked her twice. I was looking for some sign that she had been with Hargrove. I mean I knew that is where she had been, but I remembered her referring to Hargrove's cock as 'that big thing' and saying how much she "loved his big cock." I would have expected her to be a least a little loose coming to me straight from him, but she felt no different to me. When we finished and Abby nodded off to sleep I stared up at the ceiling and made my plans. I did my best to keep myself under control through the rest of the week and weekend, but it wasn't easy. Monday afternoon Hargrove called me and asked me to meet him for a drink after work. I met him at Barry's Irish Pub and he handed me the revised document. I looked it over and then said: "It says exactly what my attorney said that it should say so I guess we have a deal. I expect that Abby will be bringing you up to date on the divorce by the end of the week." I managed to get through Tuesday and Wednesday without losing it and I took Thursday off from work. By two that afternoon I had everything that I wanted out of the house. At three-thirty Abby was served at work and at three-ten my cell phone started going off as Abby tried to get in touch with me. I let all the calls go to voicemail and waited for the next act while I unloaded my stuff and carried it in to my new apartment. At four-thirty Hargrove was served with the papers that informed him that he was being sued for alienation of affections in the matter of Dalton vs. Dalton. At five I called Abby's cell phone and when she answered I said, "I got all your calls Abby. What's up?" "What the hell is going on Rob? Why have I been served papers that say you are divorcing me? This is crazy Rob. What are you doing?" "You know that I love you Abby. I love you more than life itself and you know that I will do anything and everything in my power to see you happy even if it hurts me. I've decided that to keep you happy I need to set you free so you can be with your true love. When you go to Jason's house tonight to spend your usual three hours with him you can tell him that you will soon be able to spend the rest of your life in his arms. It kills me to let you go Abby, but your happiness is all that matters. Goodbye my love." I disconnected before I could start laughing. Even I realized that I was laying it on a bit thick. Almost immediately my cell went off and I turned it off and put it in my pocket. The next morning when I got to work my secretary, who comes in a half an hour or so before I do, already had a dozen message slips for me. Seven of them were from Abby and one was from Hargrove. I tossed Abby's into the trash and told Janice what was going on. "I don't like putting you in the middle here Jan, but I am not taking calls from Abby. Tell her I've instructed you not to put her through or take her messages. Tell her I've taken a temporary assignment to Afghanistan and won't be back for six months or just hang up on her. It doesn't matter to me as long as I don't have to hear her voice." I took Hargrove's slip into the office, sat down and gave him a call. "What the fuck are you doing? What is the meaning of this suit? We had a deal!" "We do. I did my part. I said I would move the divorce along and I have. Didn't Abby tell about it when she made her weekly Thursday night visit to your house?" "She didn't come last night, she didn't come to work this morning and she isn't answering my calls." "All I can say is that you will need to get the story from Abby. My attorney told me not to discuss the matter to anyone and to refer all questions to him. Will you still be at work at ten this morning?" "Yes. Why?" "I'm sending you a copy of a video tape by special messenger. It will probably answer some of your questions. Good luck with Abby. Bye." As I hung up the phone I felt at ease for the first time since my initial meeting with Hargrove. Troubled maybe, but still at ease since a load had been lifted off me. Troubled because Jim had nailed it. I was in love with Abby; I had had her up on a pedestal and I had no idea how I was going to live without her, but I couldn't live with her. I just wasn't the kind who could overlook what she had done. I might ? just might ? have been able to get by a one nights indiscretion, but an affair that had been going on three times a week for six months? No sir! I left work early to forestall any chance that Abby might be waiting for me in the parking lot. I called Ben Davidson and told him I wouldn't be able to make it for our standing Saturday foursome. Abby knew the course we played so she just might have shown up. I'd have to talk with her eventually, but I wanted it on my terms and when I was ready. The weekend was fairly uneventful except for my mother raising hell with me for walking out on "poor Abby" when I stopped by to have Sunday dinner with my parents and my sister. "You have made that poor girl a wreck Robert. I swear; I thought that I raised you better than that." I shook my head in disbelief. "She cheated on me mom! For six months now she has been seeing another man three times a week. What the hell am I supposed to do? Give her a medal?" "You never gave the poor girl a chance to explain." "I don't believe this shit" I said and I stomped out of the house. My sister followed me and on the front porch she said: "Don't let mom get to you. She is naturally sympathetic towards Abby." "Why in the hell would she be sympathetic toward a woman who has been cheating on her son for half a year?" "Birds of a feather I suppose." "What does that mean?" "You were too young at the time to know or understand, but mom cheated on dad, he caught her and some how she managed to get him to forgive and forget. She likes Abby and she probably hopes that what worked for her will work for you and Abby." "Fat chance of that happening." "Why not? You know you love her. Everybody knows that she loves you." "How the hell can she love me if she's running around stabbing me in the back?" "I don't know. Ask her." "You are as bad as mom." "Hey! I'm not saying take her back. I'm just saying that you should talk to her. If for no other reason than I know you want to know why." "Knowing why might only make it worse." "Why would you say that?" "You think my ego could take it if she told me it was because I couldn't satisfy her in the bedroom? I hear that and get to carry it around with me for the rest of my life? No thanks. I don't think so." "It's your life Rob, but I still think you need to talk with Abby." The only message slip that Jan had for me on Monday morning was from Hargrove. As I took it I said: "I don't see any from my about to be ex so I guess you must have found a way to shut her down." "I just told her that you had instructed me not to take messages or put her through to you. And I hope you aren't upset with me, but I took it on myself to tell security that she isn't allowed any farther into the building than the reception desk." "I think I'm going to have to give you a raise." "Why thank you Rob. It is nice to be appreciated." Once at my desk I called Hargrove. "Why did you send me that tape?" "Why not? You ruined my life so why shouldn't I take a shot at ruining yours?" "How did I ruin your life?" "If you hadn't asked me to lunch and made me that proposition and dropped it on me that Abby was cheating on me I'd be a lot happier right now. She would still be stabbing me in the back, but at least I wouldn't know it." "There never was a divorce?" "You saw the tape. It had the date and time on it. Did that kiss look like something two people going through a divorce would be doing? Abby played both of us. The only divorce is the one I filed for last week." "But why are you suing me? I didn't take her away from you. She lied to me too. I thought she was going through a divorce." "Maybe, but she was still a married woman until the divorce was final and you knew it and you fucked her anyway." "Why the charade with the legally enforceable document?" "Evidence. Even though it is a civil action and not a criminal one I still needed evidence and the original and the revised documents clearly show that you were tampering with my marriage. I've got to get my revenge somehow and there you were. I got rid of her cheating ass, I make you pay and with any luck at all I've managed to poison the relationship between you and Abby so bad that working together will be hell for both of you and you will just have to suffer through it since she can't afford to quit now. Next time maybe you will wait until you have proof of the divorce before you bed the lady. Got a busy day ahead of me so I've got to go. Bye now." After that call I had a smile on my face for the rest of the day. The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. I got at least two calls a day on my cell from Abby, but I didn't take any of them. Friday my mom called me and invited me to come to dinner on Saturday. It was not an abnormal request. Abby and I usually had dinner at mom's two or three times a month so I said I would be there. Saturday at five I drove up to my parent's house and saw Abby's car in the driveway so I kept on going. When I got back to my apartment I called my mother and told her that she could take the place setting for me off the table because I wouldn't be coming and then I told her that a good way to keep me from coming to visit her anymore would be for her to keep meddling in my life and then I told her to put Abby on. There was a short silence and then Abby came on the line. "Rob honey? Where are you? We need to talk. You need to let me explain." "How in the hell do you expect to be able to explain to me why you stabbed me in the back three times a week for six months? Can't be done Abby. Stop trying" and I disconnected. On Tuesday my attorney called and told me he had been contacted by an attorney retained by Abby and it appeared that Abby was going to fight. "She can't prevent the divorce, but she can delay it for quite a while. She is contesting the division of assets and making claims that you are hiding some assets. Are you?" "Of course not. I guess we need to get nasty. How much trouble would it be to change the filing from Irreconcilable Differences to Infidelity?" "Not much. We withdraw the original petition, wait one week and then refile." "Do it. And then figure out what grounds we can use to sue Abby's employer for allowing two of their employees, one of them in management, to engage in an illicit affair. I know that they have something in their policies and procedures manual about things like that." "I doubt that we could get anything there." "I know, but a word to Abby and Hargrove that we are going after their employer may make Abby back off. If we bring their affair to management's attention it could get them both terminated and Abby and Hargrove know it. We might not get anything out of it monetarily, but the suit would become a matter of public record and I doubt that the company would want the notoriety so just the threat could work for us. I guess I will have to break down and talk with Abby and let her know what we plan on doing." I called Abby and when she answered I simply said, "Barney's Pub tomorrow at six" and I hung up. The next day I was parked just down the street from the pub and I sat in the car and waited until a quarter after just to make Abby stew for a bit. I walked in and saw Abby sitting in a booth in the back. As I walked up to her she gave me a timid smile and I quickly wiped it off her face when I handed her an envelope with Paulson's report and copies of the audio tapes inside and said: "Read the report and listen to the tapes and if you still think you might have anything to say that I will pay ant attention to I'll call you Friday and set a time." I turned and walked away from her. The rest of the week was bad for me as one of the secondary effects of leaving Abby came into play. I had taken myself from three, four and sometimes five love making nights a week to nothing and I had done it over night. I was suffering withdrawal and to make it worse my attorney had advised me to stay as pure as the driven snow until my divorce was final. It would not be wise to give Abby and her attorney anything that they could conceivably use against me. What made it doubly bad was that Janice had apparently spread the word that Abby and I had split and several of the women I worked with were suddenly showing an interest in me. Janice herself was openly flirting with me and it was very hard to have to ignore her. Janice was a very sexy looking lady and she had recently gone through a divorce of her own. The rumors flying through the office were that she had caught her hubby in bed with her mother. I didn't know because there wasn't any way on God's green Earth that I was going to ask her. But I was brave enough to ask her one question. Thursday we were in my office going over a proposal that she needed to type for me when I said: "This is a pretty personal question Jan and you don't need to answer or explain why you don't want to answer, but I'm curious. Before I caught Abby cheating we had a pretty good sex life. I was used to making love on the average of four nights a week. I caught her, walked away from her and just like that I went from plenty of sex to nothing. You must have gone through the same thing when you went through your divorce. The sudden lack of sex has made me irritable and jumpy and my question is, how long before I start feeling like my old self again?" 6256 1.95/512345

Carmen and Eddie Ch. 07

On Friday night Jason arrived and as Eddie opened the door Carmen was waiting with just a robe on. It was cut about an inch below her cunt and her magnificent legs were in full view. Jason was polite and said: "Hi" to Eddie s he moved past him and took Carmen into his arms. Eddie could see her lover's large hands run up the back of her thighs and cupped each ass cheeks. She pressed into him immediate and moaned softly like a cat purring. As the two lovers kissed and shared tongue Jason undid the knock of her robe and dropped it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor and she stood completely nude except for the thigh highs which both Eddie and Jason loved to see her wear. As Jason cupped her cunt the door bell rang again and Eddie opened it to see Yukie standing there dressed is shorts and a halter top. Her long black hair blew in the breeze as she smiled and came in and kissed Eddie on the lips. As Eddie closed the door Yukie was on him like a hungry vampire. She reached between his legs and grabbed his hard little cock and kissed him giving her tongue willingly. She pressed her body against him and fucked his mouth with her tongue. She placed her lips next to his ear and told him she missed him and wanted to make love to him immediate. Eddie turned to see what was going on with Carmen when his wife took his hand and Jason hand and said: "We should move to the bed room Eddie. And you have to undress. I mean if you are going to enjoy tonight and this weekend you will be nude all the time. They moved to the huge master bedroom and Yukie began to undress and Eddie watched as Jason lifted Carmen and laid her on the bed. She immediately opened her shapely smooth thighs and licked her lips. Jason had already removed his slacked downstairs and was slipping his polo shirt over his head when Yukie turned to Eddie and knelt at his cock. She undid the belt and slacks and they fell to his feet. Carmen made sure that Eddie was nude underneath and his little cock was hard and sticking out a t the beautiful young Oriental woman. As Jason rubbed Carmen's pussy with his hand and Eddie could see it was wet and ready for his big hard thick lover's cock. As Jason moved between Carmen's spread legs he heard her moan with anticipation of the fucking she was about to get. The head of his hard cock was moving up and down her slit. After a few seconds, Eddie heard Carmen say: "Put it in me baby! Put your big cock in my hole and fuck me. I have missed you and your cock so much! Hurry!!! Push it in me. I want it all. I want to feel your big balls slap my ass. Fuck me Jason fuck me right here in my bed as my husband watches. Fuck me!" There was no foreplay no easy loving and touching, no kissing and holding and cuddling. Carmen was wet hot and ready. As Eddie felt Yukie's lips slip over the head of his cock her lips cover his cock head and took his entire shaft. She began to fuck him with her mouth! He saw Jason slowly push his big dick into his wife's cunt and slowly begin to fuck her. It was amazing to see his cock move into her hole and then come out all wet. Carmen was so sexually excited she was dripping wet. As Yukie knelt in front of Eddie she sucked his cock with her warm soft mouth using her tongue and lips to give him very much pleasure, Eddie watched as Jason began to fuck Carmen for the first time that weekend. "God his cock is huge", Eddie was thinking as he watched it go in 8 inches and come out 8 inches. All Carmen could do was grunt as Jason filled her again and again! That weekend changed Bobbie's life and moved him into the person Carmen wanted him to become. Eddie was the ultimate cuckold now. She was being fucked in her bed that she shared with Eddie and Eddie was watching her being taken. Jason was now going to live with them and Eddie would see just what Jason was going to do to her body and her sexual pleasure. Yukie stayed all weekend and between Carmen and Yukie they had Eddie's little cock hard all the time and screaming to cum. Jason was always fucking Carmen in a great number of positions while Yukie and Bobbie watched and had their own sexual encounters. The sounds coming from Carmen was more animalistic than human and Eddie wondered how she could take that entire big dick inside her. He must have been in her belly!!!!! Yukie was told and paid well by Jason to make Eddie do whatever Carmen wanted. Yet, while she did just that, Yukie enjoyed the attention Eddie's tongue and mouth did to her body. Eddie watched his wife Carmen being rammed into a heap of sexual flesh over and over again. It was only stopped when they all needed to eat or sleep or pee. Carmen stayed with Jason all weekend they ate together slept together and showered together and fucked my god how they fucked together. And while Eddie watched Yukie was making love in many ways that she could to his cock and him in general. Nothing was out of bounds. Eddie love to hear Carmen being fucked. The sounds of her crying out as Jason buried his big cock into her pussy and made her cum drove Eddie over the edge again and again. There were times when Eddie watched the fucking going on and Yukie would lay under him sucking his small cock. While Eddie's face was inches from Carmen's cunt and Jason's big cock fucking it, Yukie would be sucking Eddie's cock or watching the fucking with him. Sometimes Eddie was the one being fucked as Yukie's small body rode on top of him rocking back and forth and squeezing his shaft with her little Asian cunt and giving him suck pleasure like he never knew before. Carman was a wonderful fuck but Yukie was a pro and she milked Eddie and drained every ounce of pleasure out of him. She rode him and kept him from cumming over and over again as she used her body to give all the sexual feelings he could take. She knew how to squeeze her pussy or Eddie's cock to keep him from cumming. She rode him long and hard and then went to easy and slowly and squeezed the muscles of her pussy around his shaft all the time as she kept him on his back and rode his little cock. Then it was time and as she, Jason and Yukie had planned they were going to make Eddie the cuckold Carmen dreamed about. Carmen had just finished fucking Jason and she was full of his cum. As Yukie rode Eddie and gripped his cock with the walls of her cunt, Carmen moved off of Jason cock and held her hand over her pussy. She moved quickly over her husband's face and straddled it. Eddie had his eyes closed as Yukie rode him giving pleasure with her pussy. When he felt the heat of Carmen's cunt over his face Eddie opened his eyes and saw her cum covered pussy directly over his face. Her thighs straddling her husband's head as Carmen faced Yukie and held her hands. Yukie began to ride Eddie's cock faster and harder now, driving his 4 inch cock into her as deep as he could get it. Eddie saw his wife's cunt was a mess covered with her lover's cum and her ass was wet with it too. Carmen was facing Yukie as she slowly lowered her body down, down, down over Eddie's mouth. When it just touched his lips Carmen said: "Oh Eddie please. Please eat me! Suck me! Suck me baby! Suck my pussy and make me cum. Suck my lover's cum out of me Eddie. Be my little cuckold husband and show me how much you love me. Suck baby! Love my pussy with your mouth. Make me cum as Yukie makes you cum inside her." He could smell the sex as the wetness touched his mouth! Yukie's pussy was making love to his cock making it feel so good. Eddie was in paradise as Yukie worked her body on his cock. Eddie didn't seem to care or it didn't register that Carmen was about to shove her entire cunt into his mouth and fuck his face covering it with her lover's cum. As she sat down fully now on Eddie covering his face and head. Her ass rested on the bridge of his nose and forehead and her cum filled cunt was over Eddie's mouth! "Eat me Eddie. Eat my pussy NOW! Make me cum. Suck my lover's cum out Eddie. Hurry before it meets my eggs and makes I'll be knocked up with Jason's baby! I'm ovulating Eddie hurry. Eat me!!! Get his thick cum out of me! Oh Eddie Oh God yes baby! Eat me! There is so much cum in there baby!" She moaned almost each word now as she felt Eddie's mouth began to work on her hole. She held his head with her thighs and told him how wonderful he was to allow Jason to stay with them and how good this felt to be fucked by Jason and eaten by her loving husband. She dropped her pussy more and it spread open and down over his lips. He moaned as the drops of cum ran on to his lips and chin and finally into his mouth! Carmen told him to lick her, to suck her cunt to get the cum out of her. She made him clean her lover's cum from her hole. And, Eddie seemed to be enjoying it. Eddie moaned as Yukie squeezed her cunt tight around Eddie's hard 4 inch cock and fucked him now trying to make him cum as fast as possible. And all the while she pumped up and down and squeezed her cunt on his cock shaft; Carmen pushed her cunt into his face. She was draining her cunt into Eddie's mouth! Eddie finally surrendered and opened his mouth and moved his tongue deep into her cum filled hole. He sucked and licked and Carmen rode his mouth as Yukie rode his cock. Jason watched the two women kiss and hold each other as Eddie was worked on by both women. Jason smiled knowing this was the ultimate test for Eddie. After it was done, Yukie rolled off of Eddie's cock and Carmen moved out from over her husband's head. Yukie quickly moved up and straddle Eddie's face. She held on to the bed board and rocked slowly back and forth fucking Eddie's face too. Eddie laid there and drank his fill of cum both Jason and his own. Carmen and Jason watched and smiled and kissed as they knew this night would change Eddie and all of their relationships. As time went by over the weekend each time Jason came into Carmen Eddie got a cream pie. Each time Eddie fucked Yukie he got a cream pie. By Sunday night when Yukie was about to leave Eddie didn't care any more about the humiliation of eating his wife's lover's cum! Nor did he care about the cum Yukie fed him since it was his own and came from her fucking him and sucking him a great many times in those three days. Jason went to take a shower and Carmen came to Eddie to thank him for being a wonderful husband and her little cuckold. She surprised him by kneeling at his feet and taking his well fucked cock into her mouth! "This is your reward baby! A reward for being the best husband in the world and for being my wonderful cuck you're allowed to fuck me tonight." She began to suck his cock taking all of it into her mouth and sucking him. She could fuck his cock with her mouth and take it all. When she got Eddie as hard and big as he could get, she knelt on the bed and pushed her ass up to him. She told him this was the first and last time he would be allowed to fuck her ass or pussy. Eddie held her hips and it was easy for her to take his little dick into her hole. Actually she couldn't feel much and he kept falling out of her cunt since Jason was three times as big and his little cock. She turned towards him and told him to fuck her ass. Eddie was ready. He pushed in and she accommodated his cock very well. He pumped and pumped and fucked her ass for a long time. As Jason came out of the shower just in time to watch Eddie arched his back moan loudly and pushed as hard as he could into his wife's ass. Eddie shuttered as he came. And they both fell forward on the bed as his little cock slipped out of her. She smiled at him and told him it felt good. Eddie smiled as he saw Jason moved in between her open legs. He told Eddie to move out of the way. Eddie moved and Jason pushed his big dick into Carmen's pussy. He lifted her hips and ass up with his big hands and got her on all fours again! Then he told Eddie to watch him fuck her like she wanted it. And Jason did, as Eddie watched Jason fucked her hard and long and she screamed with pleasure as Jason came one last time that night filing her again with his cum. As he did Eddie sat and watched. After a while Jason moved off of Carmen and she rolled over. Eddie was sure she was going to sit on his face. But instead she just wiggled her finger at him. He knew what she wanted. Eddie moved it her spread thighs and she smiled as she told him: "Hurry or he'll knock me up Eddie. Clean all that cum out of me. Suck my cunt and eat my pussy and enjoy the sex the way you were meant to enjoy it baby! Eat me Eddie your tongue is so wonderful so soft and easy and makes me feel so good. Bath me with it baby bath my pussy with your tongue." And Eddie did just that. He did what he was told and them he went to the shower and got ready for bed........in the spare bedroom! During the night he heard Jason and Carmen fuck again and again. But they didn't call him in to clean her up. He wondered if she would have Jason's baby in 9 months. 9644 1.70/512345

Red's Big Birthday Fantasy

RED'S BIG BIRTHDAY FANTASY by "MM" It had been a long day, and as usual, the traffic on the way home had been heavy. It was after seven when I finally pulled into the garage. I got out of the car, closed the garage door, and walked into the house. To my surprise, Sheri had supper ready. What's more, she was singing softly as she set the table. She looked up at me with a big smile. "You must have had a nice day." I said. Most of the time, we were both pretty well exhausted by this late in the evening. "I'm just in a good mood. Why, are you complaining?" she asked, giving me a quick kiss. "No way, Red." I said. I washed up, and we had a very pleasant meal. Sheri's mood seemed to be catching. I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to be able to come home to someone like Sheri. After 12 years of marriage, she was still my fantasy girl. A few inches less than five feet tall, Sheri's long, curly red hair flowed in waves down her back. Her soft, pale white skin was highlighted with a sprinkling of freckles across her nose and spreading into her pink cheeks. Her big, green eyes sparkled when she smiled. She reminded me of an elf... in fact, the first time I'd seen her, I'd wondered if her ears were pointed. Sheri had been rail-thin when we first met, but over the years her tiny frame had filled out to a perfect 105 pounds. Not bad at all for a woman about to turn 40. After supper, we watched a movie on TV, and later went to bed. We made love... well, not exactly. Sheri jumped me like a mink in heat. We fucked like bunnies until we both were totally spent. I laid back on the bed, still breathing hard. "So, you want to tell me what brought this on?" I said. This whole evening had been unusual, to say the least. "Oh, nothing really." she replied. "Robbie was flirting with me at work today." "Like that's unusual? And besides, you flirt back." I trusted Sheri. While she has a playful nature, I know she wouldn't carry it too far. "Yeah, but today was a little different... he asked me out." I gave her a look. "Can I assume you said no?" "Of course, silly. At first I was a little miffed about it. But, any time a 40 year old woman gets hit on by a man more than 10 years younger, well, it's flattering. It just sort of made my day." "You won't be 40 for a month yet." I pointed out. "Besides, you LOOK ten years younger." " So you say... but then, you could be prejudiced by the events of the past hour." She snuggled up to me for the night. "Maybe I should look up this Robbie and thank him." I said. Sheri giggled and gave me a sharp elbow in the ribs. I pulled up the covers. "G'nite, Red." "'Nite." Nothing unusual happened for the next month. Sheri's birthday fell on a Thursday, and we had always waited until the weekend to go out to dinner and celebrate. This year, however, would be a little different. We had just settled into bed and I switched off the light. "Where do you want to go tomorrow for your birthday dinner?" I asked. Sheri didn't answer right away. Instead, she rolled over and snuggled up against me. "I want to do something different this year." She said after a pause. "You're the birthday girl... what have you got in mind?" Again there was a long pause. Whatever it was, Sheri was having a hard time telling me. Finally, she spoke. "I want to act out a fantasy." She said. "Just for one night, I want to pretend that I'm 20 again. I want to be wild, daring and even a little bit wicked." She stopped and rested her head on my arm. She was really having a tough time getting this out... and I was starting to worry about where it was leading. "Is this part of that "40" thing?" I felt her nod her head. My fantasy girl was having a mid-life crisis! I wrapped my arm around her and drew her tight against me. My heart was pounding, and I thought I knew what was coming next. "It's okay Red... spit it out." "I want... " she swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "I want to go out tomorrow night... on a date... with Robbie." Seeing it coming didn't help a bit. I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. I tried to take a breath, but couldn't. "Honey, are you okay?" "Yeah. I guess." I finally got my breath. "The big question is, are WE okay?" I'd never, in 12 years of marriage, worried about Sheri with another man. She sat up and looked straight into my eyes for a moment, then kissed me gently. "Of course we're okay. If we weren't, I could never even have mentioned it. I love you... I love our life together. This is just a fantasy... a game. It will last just one night. I could never do it behind your back, and I won't do it if it will hurt you... or us. It's totally up to you. Say no, and we'll just go out to dinner like we'd planned." She was looking into my eyes again, trying to see what I was feeling. Hell, I didn't know what I was feeling. "How far will this fantasy go?" She lowered her eyes. Not a good sign. "I don't know... I'll probably get cold feet before it goes too far." She said. "Ha! You've never had cold feet in your life. Or cold anything, for that matter." She looked up at me again and grinned. "Yeah, I guess your right there. Okay... if you're alright with this, you set the limits." I took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then let it all out. "Let me get this straight. You want me to give you this fantasy as your birthday present?" "Yes." "And you'll play your fantasy by my rules?" "Yes." I took another deep breath, then let it out. "Alright. No limits." I saw her eyes widen in surprise. "But, a few conditions. First, I have to know that you'll be safe. Can you trust this guy?" "Of course. I've known him for several years. I can trust him." "Second, if this is MY gift to you, then anything that "happens" will happen HERE. I want to be a part of it." She hugged me, then said "I was hoping you'd say that. I don't think I could do anything behind your back, even if you said it was okay. Are you sure you can handle this?" "Being a part of your fantasy is a lot easier to take than sitting home alone, knowing that you're out somewhere getting screwed in the back seat of some young stud's convertible. And there's one more thing. You haven't forgotten any of your pills lately, have you?" "No way... I don't want to give you that sort of surprise for YOUR birthday!" Sheri was fiddling around under the covers, and suddenly grabbed my cock. I was surprised to discover that it was rock-hard... I actually hadn't noticed. Sheri pulled back the covers and grinned. "Maybe this won't bother you as much as I thought!" She lowered her head and took my swollen bone between her lips, bobbing up and down until she had it all. "Hey... I thought this was YOUR birthday!" Sheri raised up just long enough to say "I think I'll get mine tomorrow night." Rolling her eyes up to look at me, she again plunged her mouth down over my throbbing dick. That was all it took. I felt the first spasm, and I started to erupt. I must have shot a cupfull as Sheri sucked and made little gulping noises. When I was finally done, she looked up at me and smiled. The sight of those big green eyes and my cum still on her smiling lips was too much to bear. I pulled her up to me and kissed her, cum and all. "Happy birthday, Red." The next day was torture... I thought it would never end. By the time I wrapped up the week's business and fought my way home through the Friday night traffic, Sheri was already gone. Dinner and dancing, she'd said, and she wouldn't be too late, since the most important part of her fantasy was to happen right here. There was no way I could eat anything, so I showered and settled in for the wait, feeling the knots in my stomach. In fact, I was scared to death... my wife, my fantasy girl, off making up her OWN fantasy, and one that topped anything in my wildest dreams. Everything would be different from this day forward. I just hoped that we could handle it. It was after ten when I heard them drive up. I heard a car door... just one. Perhaps, I thought, she'd changed her mind and would be coming in alone. Then I heard the second car door. My heart raced as I heard them come into the house. Taking a deep breath, I got up and walked into the front room, coming face-to-face with Robbie... he was obviously scared silly himself, after spending the evening out on a date with another man's wife. As for me, my jaw dropped halfway to the floor. Robbie was young, tall, thin... and black! Sheri walked up then, seeming to enjoy the sight of two men staring at each other with wide eyes and gaping jaws. She chuckled, and said "Guess who's coming to dinner?" Robbie grinned wide, but still looked a little sheepish. I tried to stifle a grin, but wasn't very successful. Finally, we all three broke out laughing, and I shook Robbie's hand. The knots in my stomach were beginning to settle down. Sheri looked beautiful in a short, silky black dress that clung to her curves. Not only did it show a lot of leg, but it was open down the front, and more than a little loose. When she turned just right, you could see most of her perfect orange-sized breasts, creamy white skin sprinkled with freckles. Her nipples stood out like strawberries. It was obvious that she was wearing nothing under the dress at all. Sheri took Robbie by the hand and led him to the couch, and I went to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine. Finding the right one, I turned around and Sheri was standing behind me... she hugged me, then gave me a big kiss. "You could have told me." I said. "And spoil the surprise? Oh, the look on your face was priceless." Her smile faded, and she looked me right in the eyes. "Are you okay with this? Robbie knows what we're doing, and if you say no, he'll leave. It's up to you." "I'm fine... as long as this is what YOU want." "What I want is to be fucked 'til I can't walk. Robbie's had his hands all over me for the past two hours, and I'm hot." I could see her nipples poking out through the silky material of the dress... I pinched them gently, and they stood out even farther. She grinned. "Then go for it." I said. "After all, I said no limits, and I won't back out now. It's your fantasy, Red." Sheri went back into the front room, and I got three glasses from the cupboard, grabbed the wine, and followed. When I got there, they were on the couch, kissing. He was feeling her breast with one hand, and the other was working it's way up her thigh... the contrast between his big dark hands and her tiny white body was striking. I sat down on the other side of the couch so that Sheri was between us, and poured the wine. I took a big gulp. Sheri broke the kiss and rolled back, both arms over the back of the couch. She moaned and threw her head back, her body going stiff. I pulled the dress up to her waist... Robbie's hand was at work, two dark fingers disappearing into the wetness below her bright red bush, while his thumb moved in a circle over her clit. Sheri came hard on his hand, gasping and moaning as she buried her face against my shoulder. Finally, as her orgasm subsided, she lay back on the couch and tried to catch her breath. Since the dress was already above her waist, I took the hem and pulled it up over her head. She lay back, still short of breath, stark naked. She was absolutely beautiful... perfection in miniature. Robbie and I just sat back and looked at her. "Damn." he said. "Yeah." I agreed. We drank a glass of wine, and then Sheri got up, took us each by the hand, and led us upstairs. Once in the bedroom, Sheri undressed us both, starting with me. She gave my rock-hard dick a kiss, smiled at me, and turned to Robbie. His clothes were soon in a pile on the floor. Shari sat back on the bed, staring with astonishment. Robbie, to put it bluntly, had an enormous cock. Mine is seven inches, and fairly thick... Robbie's dick was at least a third longer and nearly twice as big around as mine! Sheri's hand didn't even reach all the way around it! What could my tiny wife ever do with such a monster cock? Sheri, however, seemed fascinated. She stroked Robbie's huge pole with both hands, and as she squeezed, a big drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. She looked at me for a moment, to be sure I was watching, then she reached out with her tongue and licked the clear fluid from his cock. She then opened wide, and I saw her roll her eyes up at Robbie as she sucked the huge head into her mouth. Robbie closed his eyes and let out a moan... I knew the feeling. I laid down on the bed and rolled over onto my side, and with my head propped on my arm, watched the fascinating sight before me. Sheri's pretty pink lips were stretched tight around Robbie's huge black pole as she worked more and more of it into her mouth. Robbie had his hands on the back of her head, but it was clear that he wasn't forcing her. He just held her head and gently stroked her flaming-red hair as she worked to stuff his huge black cock down her throat. When Sheri had a little more than half of it, it was obvious that she couldn't take any more. She bobbed her head up and down on Robbie's glistening black pole while using her hands to stroke the last few inches that her lips couldn't reach. Over and over that massive cock plunged into her mouth, just a foot away from my eyes. "Oh, man, I'm gonna cum!" Robbie gasped. Sheri started bobbing and pumping even faster, and soon was gulping and swallowing. Pulling back, she milked his cock with her hands, pumping jet after jet of cum into her open mouth. After she had squeezed the last drop from Robbie, she she looked over at me, just inches away from her face... and what a face! Sheri had a thick coat of cum on her lips, and it trickled down her chin. Some dribbled down onto her tits as I watched. She parted her lips, and I saw that she still had his cum in her mouth. It was, simply, the most erotic sight I'd ever seen. "You're beautiful." I said. She grinned... and kissed me! I struggled, but it was too late. I found myself with a cum-covered tongue in my mouth. I gave up and swallowed. Shari giggled, enjoying the look on my face. "Don't worry... it won't hurt you. I just drank a pint myself!" Robbie was sitting back on the bed grinning. His cock was only about half-hard now, and he was still breathing hard. "Let me watch you two for a while while I sit here and recharge." he said. I grabbed Sheri's legs and lifted them, and she leaned back against Robbie's chest. He reached around her and cupped her breasts in his big hands while I bent down and parted her pussy with my tongue. I gently sucked her clit into my mouth and circled it with my tongue. I felt her body stiffen, and in a few minutes she started to buck against my face. Robbie, still working her nipples between his fingers, held her as she started to moan. Suddenly, Sheri squeezed my head between her thighs and let out a squeal that should have awakened every dog in the neighborhood. After a moment, she pushed my face away, struggling to catch her breath. "Your turn." she said. The next thing I knew, Sheri's head was in my lap, red hair flowing as she bobbed up and down on my rock-hard cock. After all that had happened, I was already on the edge, and in less than a minute I shot my first load of the night. I don't think I'd ever cum so hard in my life... it seemed to go on forever. Sheri looked up from my lap, and once more her lips and chin were covered in cum. Suddenly, she spun around and gave Robbie a long, wet kiss... this time I grinned to see the look on HIS face! Sheri drew back, wiped the last of the cum off of her chin and licked it from her fingers. "Now you two are blood brothers." she said. Robbie and I looked at each other. "I don't think this is quite how the Indians did it." I said. Robbie nodded. "I've always heard that these little red -haired white ladies have some pretty strange ideas." He looked down at Sheri, who was again sucking his cock. "Not that I'm complaining!" Sheri pulled her mouth off of his huge black pole, which was once more fully grown. "Are you going to talk all night, or would you rather fuck me?" She laid back onto the bed. Drawing her feet up, she spread her knees wide, exposing her pretty pink pussy. I looked at Robbie's monster cock, nearly a foot long and as thick as my wrist. I didn't see how it could ever fit into Sheri's little body... it would reach past her navel! "Red, do you think this will work?" I said, fear for my tiny wife creeping into my voice. Robbie was worried as well. "I don't want to hurt you." he said. Sheri sat up and pulled Robbie down onto his back. His enormous black cock stood straight up like a telephone pole. "If you guys are going to chicken out on me, I'll do it myself!" she said, climbing up so that she could straddle him. Slowly she squatted down over his cock until the head was pressing against her opening. She leaned forward and put both hands on Robbie's chest, then shifted her weight back against his rigid pole. Rotating her hips, she pushed and pushed until somehow, that giant head forced it's way into her tiny, distended pussy. She stopped and closed her eyes for a moment, getting used to the girth, then once more started to push. First an inch, then two, then three inches disappeared up into her belly. Sheri started bobbing up and down slowly, coating Robbie's incredible shaft with her glistening juices. Each time she went down, she managed to take a bit more of it. I was fascinated... never in my life had I seen such a sight! Finally, with about eight inches of hard, black cock inside her tiny pink pussy, she hit bottom. She looked up at me. I could see the lust in her eyes... she was in another world. She reached one hand around the back of my head and pulled my face to hers, kissing me, then whispered in my ear "Watch this." To my utter astonishment, she lifted her legs, impaling herself on Robbie's monster cock, and slowly engulfed the last few inches, his black pubic hair finally meshing with Sheri's flaming red bush. I couldn't believe what I was seeing... my tiny red-haired wife, no bigger than the average 12-year-old, had just taken a black cock the size of a salami into her pussy... to the hilt, no less. With a sudden twinge, I realized that her tiny pink pussy would quite probably never be the same. As soon as she hit bottom, Sheri started to come. She bucked and jerked, her red hair flying around her as she shook with spasm after spasm. Finally, her orgasm subsided and she settled down to fucking this monster cock that had her nearly split in two. After a few minutes of riding the pole, she raised up and rolled over on her back. "Fuck me!" she demanded. Robbie moved in between her legs, and with one long, slow thrust, fed his giant cock into her belly. As soon as he hit bottom, Sheri started to come again, bucking and squealing as Robbie's huge black shaft pistoned in and out of her. As her orgasm subsided, Sheri reached out and grabbed my throbbing cock and guided it into her mouth. I could feel her hot tongue swirling as I gently but deeply fucked her mouth, timing my thrusts to coincide with Robbie's. What a sight! Sheri's tiny body was totally filled with cock at either end, and she moaned and twisted as we ravaged her together. In a few minutes, Sheri started to build to yet another peak, and I pulled out of her mouth as she threw her head from side to side. I squeezed her hand as she rode the crest, her back arched, her legs locked tightly around Robbie's waist. Robbie, too, threw his head back and stiffened, and buried his cock in her pussy as he flooded her with cum. Finally, totally spent, he collapsed onto the bed beside her. Sheri was just starting to come back to Earth... she squeezed my hand, and I bent over and kissed her gently on the lips. "Do you still love me?" she asked? "Of course I love you." I answered. "You're my fantasy girl." "Do you love my pussy?" "Yes, I love your pussy." "Then show me... I want you to kiss it." She gave me that wicked little grin that she uses when she's daring me. "Don't give me that look." she said. "you've already tasted Robbie's cum on my lips. Now show me that you love my stretched out, sloppy pussy." Sheri spread her knees apart, and I moved down between them. I couldn't believe what I was seeing... her pussy was gaping open, stretched beyond belief, and cum mixed with her own juices ran freely out of her. "My God... I can see your belly button from the inside!" I remarked. Sheri giggled, making more cum ooze from her pussy. Taking a deep breath, I bent down and softly kissed her battered, distended mound. She sucked in her breath, and I ran my tongue up her slit. Actually, the mixed juices combined to make an interesting flavor... not at all what I had expected. I licked her clean, paying special attention to her tiny clit. I stuck my tongue up her gaping hole as far as it would go, and sucked the cum from her pussy. Sheri started to arch her back, and soon started to come. As each spasm shot through her, a new glob of cum was squeezed from deep inside her, and I sucked it all up, licking her clean again when she was through. I finally laid back on the bed with Sheri and Robbie. "Wow. That was the strangest thing I've ever done." I said. "You're one kinky thing up on me." Robbie replied. "Just you wait." Sheri said. I noticed that my cock was rock-hard again, and Sheri was guiding it tward her gaping pussy. She was hot and sippery, but I met no resistance at all when I plunged in balls-deep. "Holy smoke, Red. Can you even feel it?" I asked. "Give me a minute." she said. Slowly, I felt her stretched muscles contract, and soon her pussy was gripping me... not as tightly as usual, but unbelievably well considering the abuse her poor insides had been through. I kissed her, and buried my face in her hair. We fucked slowly and gently, and after a time Sheri had another orgasm. I shot my second load of the night deep into her pussy. I rolled off and laid back, spent, onto the bed beside her. Without a word, Robbie moved down between Shari's legs and licked her dripping wet pussy. I held her as Robbie ate her to yet another orgasm. "Now we're even." Robbie said, his face glistening. He looked at Shari lying back on the bed, totally exhausted after her last orgasm. "Damn. How can just one of these little red-haired white ladies wear out two big, bad men?" "God, don't say that... she'll want THREE next time!" I said. Sheri giggled. I smiled and pulled her close. "How was your birthday fantasy?" "Unbelievable." she said. "But I think there's one thing I forgot to ask for." "What's that?" "A wheelchair. I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow!" The three of us slept together in our king-sized bed, and the next day, much to our surprise, Shari could still walk. Her poor, battered pussy needed time to heal, though, but she gave us each a blowjob for breakfast. Before Robbie left for home, he swore that no one where he and Sheri work would find out about our night together from him. So far, no one has. I was afraid that Sheri's fantasy would change our relationship, but if anything we're closer now than before. We've shared an experience few people ever will, and it's strengthened our bond. Her pussy has even returned to near- normal. Robbie has become a good friend, and Sheri still insists that we're "Blood Brothers." We've talked about doing it again... not as a regular thing, since I doubt if either of us could handle the intensity on a steady basis, but now and then, as a "special fantasy," it will happen. Sheri has even hinted that I could act out my own fantasy some time, but so far I haven't been interested. There's no need for that... after all, I have my fantasy girl! 3593 1.23/512345

Trucker’s Luck

Trucker?s Luck By Sir Tattsalot I?m Mike. I drive a truck. My wife Karlene works in an office. Trucking changed our lives?! I was sure tired, coming home that night after a two week turn. I idled the rig so as not to wake the neighbors; eased it onto the gravel pad I?d put next to our driveway. I was glad our neighborhood was spacious and casual about having rigs parked, and that the company would let me bring the rig home bobtail. Much easier than shuttling to the yard by car. I?d been driving for about a year and a half. Long, tiring work but the view was a lot better than that office I left! Karlene didn?t seem to like it as much. Her secretarial job left her too much free time evenings, I guess. I looked again for the millionth time at her photo clipped to the visor. It was a head & shoulders shot on our wedding day, nearly two years ago. She was 18 then. Her shoulder length, strawberry blonde hair framed the antique pearl earrings in curls, the matching choker was perfect on her slim neck. The brief modern veil completed the picture. Her strapless gown was not visible in this close photo, just a nice little cleavage. It took a serious push-up bra to get cleavage on that trim little bod; her firm B cups were entirely self-supporting! I?d found me one a few years younger than I, because I wanted to teach her right. She was an inexperienced girl from a strict religious family, and I smiled to think how well she?d learned all I taught her. Definitely better than marrying some experienced broad. I shut off the diesel hauled my gut from behind the wheel. Damned biscuits and gravy! I trotted to the house and into the door; Karlene?s arms flew around me and we smothered each other in kisses; just as I needed a breath, she stepped back, and let her robe fall. That fresh-showered bod was still as tight as when we married! She led me to our room; I was dropping clothes all the way?. Oh yeah, That was still as tight as when we married, too! Next morning, after my best sleep in two weeks, I came out to bright sunshine and Karlene?s ham & eggs. All was right with the world. ?Honey,? she said, ?Why don?t you take some time off, let?s get out of town and do something! You see lots more places in that truck than I ever do.? ?You know I can?t dear, the dispatcher?s already got my trailer loaded; I have to go out day after tomorrow. But he promised me a short run so I?m back early this time, remember?? ?Yes, I remember; in time for our anniversary. I still can?t believe you almost didn?t make it home in time for our first anniversary! Why don?t you chuck that damned job, anyway? I sure didn?t think I was going to marry a trucker!? ?Dear, we?ve been over all that. When they outsourced my tech support job to Bangalore, this was the only job left around here; it?s not all that big a town!? ?But you promised me you were going to school, and maybe be a manager of that call center, or learn some programming, or?you sure can?t go to school doing this job, you?re never here!? She started to sob, ?I feel like a single woman, only I can?t date! I go half crazy for needing you at night and all I can do is go to the club and work out!? Her voice rose to a shout. I recalled the sight and feel of that tight bod riding my bone like a deranged cowgirl, and thought, ?Yep, I do appreciate those workouts!? Of course, I couldn?t say that just then. I needed something quick to take the wind out of her sails and calm her down. Inspiration struck! Of all the internet porn I?ve always best loved the sites where big, endowed Black men give it to hot white babes. I dunno why; maybe it?s the contrast, the power vs. submissiveness, it?s just so darn hot. I fantasized about Karlene doing such, maybe someday. You see, she?s such a strict conservative, her family says all sorts of racist and bigoted things about Black folks, I knew it?d take years before she?d ever think about it. I said, ?Well, you could date, I suppose.? I got just the dumbstruck look I expected, ?What? What are you talking about, we?re married!? ?Well, there?d have to be certain conditions, of course,? I replied all casual-like. ?Conditions?? ?Sure. See, as I?m away so much, I?d need to know you weren?t going to get all romantic with some other guy and leave me.? ?Ok, so how??? ?So, any guy you?d date would have to be Black.? ?Black?? What the heck are you talking about, Black??? She half rose, then sat, clearly agitated. I?d struck the nerve; Success! ?Well, knowing how you and your family feel about Blacks, I?d know there was nothing going on but fun and sex, and I wouldn?t worry about you leaving me.? (Did I mean to say ?sex?? I thought I was just talking about dating? no matter.) ?You?re?you?re just plain crazy. You don?t mean any of that. You know I couldn?t.? I leaned in and took her hands. ?Honey, I know this is all hard on you. I?ll put my resume online again and maybe I can find a better job. Meanwhile we?ll have fun next time I?m home. You know I want to keep you happy sweetie.? She trembled, saying ?You know I?ve been looking forward to some time with you for months now, you?d better make it home for our anniversary or, or I?ll?.? She didn?t finish. I walked around the table, hugged her, ?I promise, Baby. Promise.? The next day and a half was a bit strained, but we had two more awesome bangings. She seemed much to prefer riding my bone than having me on top; got to cut back on those biscuits and gravy. Karlene: The rising sun was just a bright area somewhere over the horizon when Mike rumbled the bobtail tractor away down our street. The cold made my nipples poke out through the robe as I stood holding my coffee. I waved till he turned out of sight and went in, trembling, not just from cold. Damn, but I was tired of that job of his! Even when he came home his schedule would mess up a normal life; arriving late at night, leaving before sunup; I still had three hours before work! And he was getting so out of shape. Hardly at all like the tech geek / gym rat I married. I used to think it was so cool that a technical guy would work out that way. Then, just like a man, when I shared my concerns and needs with him, did he listen? Did he take me seriously? No, he makes some big joke about Black guys. Thinks he knows me so well. Sure, I?m no cheater but I?m no racist either! I really don?t like those things Mom and Dad say. I bet he?d be surprised to see how I check out that guy at the gym. Yes, the Black guy. So black his skin looks like shiny crude oil when he sweats?damn. He only comes to my gym when he happens to be on this side of town, he?s usually over at that other branch, but wow. When he works out on the free weights, the talk I overhear in the ladies? lockers afterward! Personally, I?ve kept my fantasies to myself. Maybe my damn fantasies will keep me warm till Mike gets home again! Thursday evening; Four days into Mike?s run. He ought to be home, this time, in less than a week! I stood before the mirror in my room, changing for bed. I just arrived home from the club minutes ago. I could still feel the burn in my thighs and buns; Mike called those my ?nutcrackers.? I reached behind?pretty hard, alright. I surveyed my chest in the mirror. I was only 20, but I saw no sign of those ever succumbing to gravity. I took great pride in that. I popped ?em up and down a few times, my hands at my sides. This would always drive Mike nuts. He?d say they must be solid muscle! Of course, it was only the pecs beneath doing all the popping. I still took pride in knowing few other women could do that at all. The phone rang?Caller ID?Mike?s cell phone! I picked up, ?Hi Honey! I miss you! You know I?ve been wanting you every night...Aw, you say the sweetest things, I love you too?What do you mean, they already sent out your backhaul?...No, never mind your dispatcher, fuck your dispatcher!...What? Two more hauls? You?re going to be out two more Fucking Weeks??? I can?t fucking believe this! You promised! Your fucking dispatcher promised! Get your ass home or?I can?t even believe any of this!? BANG! I put that receiver down hard. I cried myself to sleep that time. That night I slept fitfully, waking only to cry. I?d never felt so wronged, abandoned and unloved. I called in sick to stay home from work. I toyed with taking one of Mike?s guns and driving out to the yard to let that dispatcher well and truly have it. But no, it wasn?t that jerks fault, it was my own husbands fault for taking that damn job! So not fair, not fair at all. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. So not fair, this finely maintained hot body going without love. A name popped into my head; Luke. Who the heck was Luke? Oh yes. The Black guy at the club. His image came to my mind; I pictured his hands on my body, I felt my immediate response. I fell back on the bed, and worked myself quickly into a thunderous orgasm. I realized then that I went from zero to cumming without a single thought of my husband; just?Luke. What was in my head? Wait; of course. Mike gave me permission, didn?t he? But he wasn?t serious, was he? He doesn?t think I could. Could I? If I did, what could Mike do, since he?d already suggested it? Do I have to tell him if I do? Maybe not?but it would be wrong to hide it too. My idle musings became firm resolution; Yes, I could. Yes, I would. While Mike?s away, Karlene will play! I carefully planned my early-evening workout; the attire must be perfect. The occasion definitely called for tights, not sweats. Yes, this set shows every curve; perfect. I drove to the branch of my gym across town; it?s a bit more ?working class? over there. The girl at the desk smiled at me like she knew something. What did she think I was there for? I went straight from the locker room to the coed free-weight area. There was Luke, just finishing on the squat rack. I tried not to stare as I began my dumbbell routine, but I noticed I was getting a few stares. Men here were bigger and more muscular than at my usual gym! Fewer women, too. Before long I saw my opportunity, a vacant bench next to his! I went over and casually loaded the bar to about 80% of my max. I waited until he was between sets, and gave the bar a half-attempt.. ?Oof. Excuse me,? I gave my best smile, ?Could you give me a spot?? Luke gave me an appraising glance, up and down, like he was checking out every sweaty spot on my tights. ?Well, of course.? I performed a respectable set of reps. Maybe I impressed him. I?ll admit I was watching him above me, not the bar. An ebony god with chiseled gleaming muscles! ?Hey, I recognize you; you work out at the other club! Whatcha doing over here?? ?Well, I had an...errand nearby?? I stammered a bit. Bet he saw right through that one. ?It?s a shame you not having a spotter for your workout. Could I maybe, help you with the rest?? I nodded, nervously. ?Hey guys,? he said to his workout buddies, ?I?m going to help the lady.? For the next 30 minutes, we did the rest of my workout. He sure knew his way around a weight pile. My every muscle was screaming, he coaxed out my best with every rep. In conversation between sets, we exchanged names. I let it ?slip? that my husband was out of town. Somehow he didn?t seem surprised. All too soon my workout was done. ?Thanks, Luke that was great. My muscles are going to be talking back for days!? ?Gee, I hope I didn?t go too hard on you Karlene. I?ve been told I?m a pretty good masseur. Later?? I reached into my sock and handed him the paper I?d written my address on. His gaze was intense. We both knew the play-acting was over. ?About ten?? I said, low. He just gave a half smile and a slow nod. I can?t remember driving home. My mind was a blur. Did Mike mean what he said? How would he react when he found I?d done it? I?d know then if he?d meant it! My parents would disown me for sure, if they even found out about the workout, let alone?! Luke. Omigod, Luke. That man was intense. I had no thought that he?d stand me up. That man was all about delivery and follow-through! Was I ready for?him? Could I? I could still back out. Turn out the lights. Not answer. Pretend not to be home. No? Luke would probably break down the door and have me anyway. I distinctly felt I?d started something unstoppable. In my heart, I knew I was already a fallen woman. All that remained was to...open my legs and receive the 2nd cock of my life. Luke would be here in a couple of hours! Our sleepy street had no curious types after dark, still I left the porch light off. I turned up the thermostat to comfy naked temperature, and lit a few candles, in the living and bed rooms. Hoping he?d remember his offer of massage, I warmed my favorite oil. Music on lightly; a bit of light jazz, not too overt. Not an occasion for dress up; I brushed my hair, put on perfume, a thong and a light, short robe. Just thin enough for show my poking nipples. I waited. I sat, I stood, I paced?and over again. This was far worse than my first teenage date; I had an appointment for a fucking! A soft knock at the door; I opened it, and Luke stepped in, closing it behind him. He wore warmup pants and a tank top, his arms and chest muscles still bulging from his workout. He smelled a clean, showered man-smell, with a bit of cologne. I stood before him speechless, suddenly aware I was already almost naked and no small talk would do. He said simply, ?Karlene,? and seemed to claim me with his eyes. His big hands reached slowly toward me, he brushed open my robe with his fingertips, then cupped one breast, then both, squeezing a bit as if to test their firmness. Then he slid his hands to my back and drew me half toward him, bending down, and stopped. I stood in a trance for a long second, then rose on my toes to meet his lips with mine. He drew me in, pressing my bare breasts to his chest and kissing me deeply and passionately, his tongue invaded and took my mouth as if it had its own life. I wondered if he weight lifted with that too, as his hands grew familiar with my body, taking almost my whole weight as he squeezed my nutcracker buns. In just moments, I felt the word ?no? leave my vocabulary as my man- deprived body went feverish in his arms. Suddenly I felt my bedside at the back of my legs. I hadn?t even realized he?d walked us down the hall, practically carrying me by my buns. He gave me the slightest push, and I sat on the bed. He gazed at me for another long second, as my chest heaved with my panting. I saw lust mixed with resolve in his eyes. In one motion he peeled his tank top over his head and cast it to the floor. I had only a moment to gaze upon his torso and appreciate the rippled black six-pack of abs I didn?t get to see at the club, before he pulled down the warmup pants, kicked them aside and he was naked before me, his stiff cock bouncing from being suddenly freed. He raised one foot and planted it on the bed beside me, drawing his cock-head within inches of my face. I stared nearly cross-eyed, it transfixed me, this being the second cock I?d ever seen in my life. Could this even BE a cock? So different from my husbands. More than twice as long, twice as thick. His foreskin (none of that on Mike) half covered a shining purplish head that made me think of a tennis ball sized plum. And of course, all of it coal black with a pair of black cannon balls swinging beneath. My God, I could never hope to satisfy this man, that thing would destroy me. I saw my evening coming to a rapid end, he would leave me in disgust. Wait, while I was staring, Luke was talking? ?Do you want this? Show me you want this; Take it in your mouth!? ?Luke, I can?t, too big?? ?You don?t have to get it all in there babe, just give it a little lip-loving to let Luke and his cock know they?re both wanted. You can do that, or Luke has to go. I?m a gentleman, you know.? Well, I did invite him, after all. I suppose a little knobbing wouldn?t hurt me. I reached out and took his thick, heavy veined cock in my hands, stoking it a bit. The foreskin pulled back to reveal the beautiful head entirely. I leaned forward and opened my mouth wide, put my lips on his cockhead but couldn?t get it all in. I sucked and stroked and swirled my tongue on his cockhead. I must have done something right as I heard Luke moan and sigh. ?Baby, Karlene, that?s some excellent sweet knobjob. You make my cock very happy. Now it?s your turn!? Luke pushed me back on the bed and I nearly panicked as I anticipated his monster cock about to rip me in two. He took my legs in his hands and spread them wide, then dove his head between my thighs. My relief combined with the sensation of his lips locking directly onto my clit, and sucking, while that amazing tongue teased. No one ever worked my clit over like this! Just as I thought I would burst, he shifted and his tongue dove deep into me, twisting and flicking, it felt so much better in me, nearly as deep as my husband?s dick! Luke alternated between tongue-fucking and buzzing my clit until inevitably I came, waves of orgasm washing up and down my body, over and over until I felt I was afloat without any care in the world, idly wondering why no man did that to me before. As I lay panting and basking in the glow of the best orgasm I?d ever had, I realized Luke?s hands were still holding my legs apart. Then I felt a warm, firm pressure on my pussy lips. My eyes popped open, I looked down to see Luke?s big purple tennis ball knocking on my door, as he slid it up and down my slit. ?Luke, careful?? ?I think you?re right, Baby my cock could be a little wetter. Would you mind?? He lifted me and put his cock back at my lips. I was ready for anything that would delay him trying to fuck me with that, so wrapped my lips around again, tasting myself on his cock. Strange how I seemed to taste different on him than on my husband?s cock. Maybe because I came so hard. As I was thinking that, Luke pressed the back of my head and his cockhead popped into my mouth. I discovered his shaft was slightly narrower, but my mouth was full of cockhead! ?Mmph!? I dutifully worked my tongue over it as best I could but I was relieved when he pulled it out, with another audible lip- stretching pop! My relief didn?t last; Now he was rubbing and pushing the glistening ball on my slit again. ?Luke, be careful. I can?t take all of that!? ?Sure you can Baby. You can?t be my bitch if you can?t get it all. You know I want in you balls-deep! I felt stunned; he really planned to give me that whole thing. And he wanted me to be his bitch! A big-cocked Greek God of a Black man wanted me to be his Bitch, unless I failed him. I suddenly wanted to be a Bitch for him very much! Where did that come from? Then I felt a brief extra pressure, and my pussy lips contracted a bit. I knew the cockhead was in me. ?See, Baby? That?s the biggest part, nothin? left now but shaft! Lookit how you work my shaft..!? Luke had started to stroke an inch in and out of me, and the sensation of that cockhead moving in me was like nothing I?d known. I looked down and saw my distended labia stretching out with his cock on the out stroke, and disappearing on the in stroke, like I never knew my pussy could do. Luke was revealing amazing lover?s skills, he kept short-stroking my pussy while he kneaded and sucked my breasts, kissed my lips and everywhere else he could reach, overwhelming me with sensation all over my body. I was only partly aware of his invading cock?s progress in my pussy, each stroke slightly deeper than the last, till I felt a resistance; my pussy would admit no more cock! He tried pushing faster and harder, but got no farther and I was starting to hurt. I felt a growing disappointment in myself, I wasn?t going to be his bitch! A tear escaped and ran down my cheek. ?Damn, that fine tight pussy was opening up so good, I just know this pussy has more than that. Hey, wait a minute; you told me you?ve only been with your husband?? ?That?s right, you?re the second cock of my life, Luke?snif.? ?I bet he?s just about this big, right?? Luke pulled out all but his cockhead, and the glistening wet half of his shaft looked the same length as Mikes entire dick. ?Well, yes that?s about how long he is. Not that thick, you know?? ?Shoot, all the workin? out you do had me just assuming you had your pussy properly trained. Listen and trust me Karlene, OK? When I slide out of you I want you to get a grip on me with your pussy, try and keep me in, act like you?re lifting 50 pounds with pussy muscles, OK? Then when I start back in, you let go as quick and fast as you know how, OK? ?I think I can try that.? ?Bullshit, DO it! This is conditioning just like your workout, and it takes discipline! This is important, listen up; Having your pussy muscles in proper shape is the only way you?ll satisfy your little-dicked hubby after I?m done opening you up, you got that?? ?Y-yes?? I stammered. ?Aw, c?mon girl! Would a Black man with a big cock lie to you?? Somehow that broke my tension. I laughed as Luke folded my legs, my knees up to my ears. He knew how flexible I was! He slid his wet cock slowly back half-way into me. I squeezed down with all my might, and was rewarded with Luke?s big grin as he pulled against my resistance. I suppose all those crunches I did were more useful than I knew! When I felt his cockhead reach my labia, I let go with an exhale and his cock ran back up in me. I quickly got into this new workout, with Luke coaching me as if we were doing sets on a bench. Luke fucked me this way for an hour, he never seemed to tire. I was glad to be mostly in shape! Gradually, I noticed my squeeze reps were taking a bit longer; or was Luke taking longer strokes?? I was in a happily delirious state of being thoroughly fucked, when I felt something different; Slap! Luke?s hips and mine had come together, his big balls now resting firmly on my ass. Luke laughed, and laughed, and clenched his ass cheeks hard, sticking into me his last fraction of an inch! Then he withdrew his whole cock, including the head just outside my gaping pussy, and rammed me all the way, over and over while chanting, ?You?. Are?. My?. Bitch!!? Suddenly the monster cock became a monster fire hose, I felt it gush and gush into places deeper in me than I ever knew could be reached, where my husband could never go! The feeling pushed me over the edge, I came in wave after wave, crying happy bitch tears. We lay panting, recovering for a few. Experimentally, I squeezed his cock in me; still hard! I grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled him over. ?Do you like cowgirls?? In the morning, I opened my eyes to see the morning light gleaming on my beautiful black lover. So, not a dream! I quietly slipped out of bed to make my morning bathroom run. I looked in the mirror and did a double-take, at the sight of my pussy! This belonged on another woman! My pussy was a smooth, tight peach-like mound, much the same as when I was a teenager. This pussy visibly gaped, even at rest, with labia hanging out. Then I realized my girl?s pussy had finally grown up, fucking a man?s cock had at last made me a woman. I padded naked back into the bedroom. He opened his eyes and saw me. ?You look much sexier now, properly stetched open.? Funny, he wasn?t hard like that a moment ago! He guided me onto my hands and knees and positioned himself to take me from behind for our first dog-style. I felt myself instantly wet, just knowing his cock was taking aim at me. Even so, he started slow and took half a dozen strokes to work all into me, ever the gentleman. I had not the slightest worry of fitting him all because I knew I belonged with this cock. He continued a luxurious, slow morning fuck, with long complete strokes, and I contemplated the weekend. We were both facing the nightstand. ?Is that your wedding picture?? ?Yes, almost two years ago. My husband keeps another print in his truck.? ?Did you save that veil and things?? ?Sure, most brides do. What would you like to do this weekend?? ?Well, I?d like to take my new workout partner-bitch to the gym. And I?d like you to meet a friend of mine; He?s got a shop in town. And then, I thought I might have some fun with my camera?!? ?Mmmm?MMmmm? Whatever you say, Luke. Just keep fucking your bitch.!? Mike: It?s been four weeks since I left Karlene before our anniversary. That damn lying incompetent dispatcher, had me laying over waiting for a load during our anniversary, and I couldn?t even get Karlene on the phone. Three more hauls after that, before being able to come home. At least, when she finally answered the phone this week she seemed in a better mood. It must have been the nice paycheck I sent home after racking up all those extra miles. Too bad I couldn?t get in before midnight, so I phoned and told her not to keep dinner or wait up. I idled in and parked the rig, then unlocked the door and went into my dark house. I dropped my bag in the front room and went down the hall. Karlene was stirring in bed. ?Don?t get up, Honey. I?ll just get a shower and come to bed.? Freshly showered a few minutes later, I slipped into bed thinking we would spoon and fall asleep. Karlene whipped the covers off, and she wasn?t wearing a stitch of her usual night-wear! She didn?t say a word or even indulge in any foreplay, she dove her mouth hungrily onto my unsuspecting limp dick and began sucking furiously! Tired as I was, I couldn?t help but stiffen up, even if just in self-defense! If this was what I got for neglecting her, maybe it?s not such a bad idea?! Just as I thought I would pop off way too soon, she rose up and fairly leaped astraddle me, her hips meeting mine in one firm Smack! My dick felt warm, and wet, and wonderful, and I realized I was fully inside her but? I had not felt anything of entering her, was I half asleep, maybe? Then I felt a rising pressure, a wonderful squeezing the length of my dick. Karlene sighed and began grinding her hips circularly. I thought she might break me off at the root! Then she began to ride. My Karlene Cowgirl was back, her wonderful pussy was working my dick like a milking machine! I couldn?t last long. My hands roamed her tight body in the dark, and noticed a difference. She?d gotten somehow leaner and harder, she was already fit but now she must have lost another whole point or two of body fat and replaced it with muscle! Her abs were cut like never before, and her thighs gripped me like the jaws of a shark. Her fingers digging into my arms and shoulders would surely leave marks. Those were my last thoughts before I exploded days and days worth of jizz, and fell asleep exhausted. In the morning I arose to find her already up and making breakfast. She looked even better than I remembered, moving about the kitchen seemingly on tiptoe like a prizefighter, and humming! I couldn?t recall when I?d last seen her so happy. I must have been better last night than I knew! ?Hi Honey, that smells great! Just one pancake, please. I?ve cut back and started walking between drives. I lost five pounds this trip!? ?That?s wonderful, Mike!? She gave me one of those beaming smiles that made up my mind to marry her over two years ago. ?I?ve been working with a new trainer at the club. He?s really taken my workout to the next level!? ?I could tell. Well, I guess we can afford that.? A niggling jealousy formed at the back of my mind, she?d never wanted a trainer before, especially a man. ?Karlene, I?ve been thinking for days how to apologize to you for missing our anniversary. I?m filing a complaint against the dispatcher with the company owners, if that?s any consolation.? ?Dear, don?t worry. It was hard for me but I?ve decided to forgive. We both need to make adjustments, to keep a marriage going, don?t we? I got the roses you sent, see? I kept them for you to see but they?re pretty well done now! Look, I had an anniversary present made for you too.? From the kitchen drawer, Karlene took a large framed glossy photo. It was a painstaking reproduction of the wedding photo I carried in the truck! There she was, the same smile, the same earrings and choker necklace, but the veil perched atop her newer, much shorter and perkier hairstyle. I admired the contrast. Virtually everything about the pose was the same, even the cleavage from the unseen pushup bra. ?Look, Honey; I had the roses put in the background.? There they were, looking much fresher behind her to her left. ?This is great, Honey. Can I keep this one in the truck?? ?Sure, that?s what I figured. I?ve got more copies.? That began the nicest day we?d had together in months. All the past strife seemed forgotten. It was enough to make me seriously reconsider my job choice. I had to go out again tomorrow, Monday, mid-morning. I?d be leaving just after Karlene had to go to work. One day a month was not enough time to devote to a wife. That night was another wondrous lovemaking. She let me start on top, and squeezed me with her newer buffer arm and leg muscles, she seemed about to devour me! I wondered what machines at the club developed those skills. In the morning, I half-dozed, and watched Karlene prepare for work through half-lidded eyes, letting her think I was asleep. She padded naked from the shower to the bureau, and I admired her defined backside and how her hardened buns worked. As she turned back from the bureau, I saw something new and unexpected. There, in the exact spot above her trimmed bush at bikini level, a Black Moth?? No, that can?t be! It?s a trick of the morning light; I?m half dreaming! How many porn mags and websites had I seen with women proudly showing that tattoo, proclaiming their experience with, even preference for, large black cocks?? That?s the only explanation, I?m imagining it! I mean, if she DID get a tattoo, she couldn?t know what THAT tattoo in THAT spot meant, would she? It couldn?t be! Karlene came back in dressed to kiss me, on her way out to work. ?Um, Karlene, did you? did I see?? ?What, dear? ?Oh, nothing. Have a good day at work. I?ll try to get home quicker this run.? And she was off. Afterward, leaving in the truck, picking up the loaded trailer, and for miles and miles down the road, giant butterflies wrestled in my stomach. Butterflies? They must have been moths. Big, black moths. Night fell, I pulled into a truck stop for some sleeper time. Did I see it or imagine it? A real tattoo? My Karlene?s first tattoo a bold black moth?? Did she take me up on my dare, and took care of her needs? The tattoo would seem to say so and yet, a big black cock like I?d seen in videos would just Wreck a tight little bod like Karlene?s! Wait..that night, she slipped right on to me without any resistance at all. Oh, no. No it can?t be true! I pulled both Wedding and Anniversary photos off the visor where Karlene put them. I gazed upon the face of my sweet innocent bride, my imaginings had to be false! Hold it. The Anniversary shot, the rose vase was atop the bureau in our bedroom! What kind of wedding photographer works in bedrooms? Hey, the Anniversary photo frame is heavier than the other one. A Lot heavier! I pulled the photo from the frame, discovering it?s folded! I unfolded from the bottom, to find the photo actually continued down Karlene?s torso. That cute little cleavage? There is no wedding dress. No clever push-up bra beneath creating cleavage from B cups. There are only hands. Large, coal dark Black hands, pushing Karlene?s breasts together and upward, at the same time squeezing her nipples hard between thumbs and forefingers. I know well how sensitive those nipples are, but look, she?s smiling just like on our wedding. How could she ignore that pain? What are these little dark spots at the bottom of the frame? They?re?Antennae! Black moth tattooed antennae! Oh, My God! There is another fold! I unfold another full-size continuation from the bottom. The tattoo shows in its entirety. It is bold and vibrant, yet detailed, with subtle highlights in red. A masterful example of tattoo craft, yet my eyes do not linger upon it. My bride?s fine, beautiful body is now exposed fully to the camera. Her pretty blonde bush is trimmed to a brief tiny rectangle on top, almost all else is shaven. Her pussy lips, I love and know so well, are stretched impossibly far, wrapped around a monstrous coal black cock. The cock seems on the outstroke, because the cunt lips are pulling outward. The two inches or so of cock exposed glisten wet, proof that it?s all been inside. The bulging black ball sack looks ready to unload a quart into my wife. My God, that thing is twice as thick as me! How long can it be? Do I want to know? It?s clear now clear that I?m sharing the pussy I married. The other man?the Black man...shows nothing in the picture but hands, thighs, and fucking equipment! I have to hear this from her. I pick up the cell phone. Karlene: Phone?s ringing?Caller ID says it?s Mike! We barely get ready in time, and I pick up on the 5th ring just before the voicemail gets it. ?Hi Honey! Yes. You found your surprise! Thank you for such a great idea. I love you so much! Ha; I figured you didn?t think I?d do it! Well, don?t get too mad, you suggested it! Don?t you like your surprise? I know about those porn sites you like! Oh, yes dear. Secretaries know that much about computers! What?s that? Yes, it?s better. Lots better. Twice as long and thick better?ungh! No, you don?t have a little dick, dear. You just don?t have a big, Black Cock?oof! He owns parts of me you?ll never get to. Who? His name is Luke. Yes, my trainer. He?s trained me SO many ways, dear! Oooo! Don?t you see dear? It works just like you said. I married you, you?re my husband, but when you?re away, I?m Lukes BITCH!!!...omigod. It?s a very workable stable situation, you have no worries! No, he doesn?t want to meet you and you can?t watch, he said that doesn?t work for him. But you can LISTEN! Auugh..! Yes, that?s right dear, Luke is taking me deep from behind now. He?s been doing me when you call for the last few weeks. He likes fucking me from behind while I?m talking to you, and he looks at our wedding pictures. Of course in our bedroom, silly! He says white pussy is great but Married white pussy is the best. The tattoo? It stung, but it was worth it. The girls in the locker room respect me now. Now you know, so we don?t have to be so damned QUIET?.Jesus. Would you like me to put down the phone so you can hear us finish? Ok? Mike: I can?t believe the turn my married life has taken. I?m hearing the familiar, yet strange now, sounds of our bed creaking and banging the wall. My wife is moaning and gasping, it?s her voice yet seems wilder, louder and abandoned. It?s not me but a Black man, banging my wife on my bed. I hear nothing from him but grunts and gasps, he?s like a fucking animal. There?s a pause in the action, the bed creaks loudly, they?re climbing onto it! My wife?s voice calls, breathless and excited, ?Honey, he?s got me on my back with me knees to my ears, he gets so DEEP this way!? The tempo picks up faster, the bed bangs wall louder, I can?t believe the violence of it, until I hear my wife?s joyful, screaming, cumming. ?I?m exhausted, Honey. Got to go now. Bye-bye!? Well, I guess the joke is surely on me this time. Does she need me any more at all? Should I divorce her? I guess I need her; I am so unbelievably throbbing Stiff right now! Wait, what?s this written on back of the photo? ?DVD under your mattress.? Maybe we?ll try this arrangement for a while and see if it works. Some wives make their husbands lunches to take to work; Mine makes interracial porn! -Sir Tattsalot Hope you like my tale. Any other truckers out there sharing their wives? I welcome commentary and criticism. Do you have a story you?d like me to write for you? sirtattsalot@gmail.com 5322 1.24/512345