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Sandy and I had been married for nine years. We were very happy in
everything we did and shared. Other couples idealized our relationship,
seeing two people always loving, always caring, and always in love. I knew
Sandy would do anything for me, her love that strong and deep. This
commitment translated into our bedroom and I must admit, sex with Sandy was
wonderful. I guess I am somewhat straight because I enjoyed only the most
conservative of sexual escapades, never feeling the need to explore and
expand our sexual horizons. Sandy never complained and so I assumed
everything was all right, and in reality I suppose it was. When we were
first married we did explore sex a little, I tasting Sandy's wet fruits and
she tasting the hardness of me. But soon it didn't seem necessary to try
anything, our loving was superb without anything new. So Sandy and I
settled into a rewarding but straight kind of sex.
On occasion, I would roam the network on our computer and sometimes
download some graphic images of couples having sex. Once, an image
appeared on the screen that caught me by surprise. A very beautiful white
woman was having sex with a black man. His erection was enormous and he
filled the small woman completely. I was shocked and at the same time
totally fascinated. I wanted to see more. I continued to bring up
pictures on the computer, at random, until I learned how to filter out the
extraneous and load only those types of files I wanted. It wasn't long
before I had assembled many explicit images of black men doing all sorts of
sex acts with white women. I couldn't seem to get enough of it and I began
to spend more and more time on the computer. Every time Sandy would walk
in the room I would quickly drop the image from view. She didn't question
what I was doing, but one day after I turned on the computer, I looked at a
history file, showing the different computer paths taken recently, I
noticed that my files containing images were discovered and opened. It
must have been Sandy, but she never said anything to me about the incident.
Did she think the pictures were horrible or did she like them. I had to
find out, but I didn't want to directly confront Sandy, for fear that she
might be disappointed in me. One day while sitting at the computer, I
decided to leave one of the images I had gathered, visible on the screen. I
could hear Sandy in the kitchen pouring herself some soda. It had been
some time since we talked, and I believed she would come in soon to say
hello. A few minutes later she walked in the room and stood next to me
transfixed at the image on the screen. Two black men were fully inserted
in a white woman at the same time. And they were large, but the white
woman's face showed only the expression of lustful pleasure. Sandy gasped
and put her hand to her mouth. "Oh my. I didn't know that was possible."
She said. "Do you want to see more?" I asked. She shook her head no, and
quickly left the room. When I joined her later in the family room, Sandy
was just sitting there, staring into space. "What's the matter Sandy? Did
that picture really offend you?" She shook her head no, but said nothing.
"Would you like to see more, or maybe I could rent a movie for us to see.
What do you think Hon." This time Sandy turned her head and faced me. A
smile spread across her lips. "Do you really think we could, John? I
mean, would it be all right for us to watch something like that?" I
reassured her that most couples enjoyed that kind of movie and I would stop
on the way home from work and rent one. There was a sign of clear relief
on Sandy's face and she left to go to the bathroom, and shortly I heard the
shower running.
On the way home from work the next day, I stopped by the local video
store and roamed the x rated section for a suitable movie. I found one
that stared a famous black man and an amateur beautiful white woman. When
I arrived home, Sandy ran over and gave me a surprisingly passionate
welcome home kiss. I told her I had a movie that I thought she might enjoy
watching, and she smiled widely and kissed me again. Sandy went into the
kitchen and started preparing dinner, while I showered and put on my
bathrobe. Sandy was exceptionally talkative during dinner and after we
finished and cleaned up the dishes, I suggested she make herself
comfortable and we would watch the movie in the bedroom. I could hear the
shower running and I could imagine Sandy gently washing herself, rubbing
the soap into perfect breasts, with extended nipples. I was getting very
aroused at what I imagined and by the time she emerged, in a tight fitting
thin T-shirt, I was hard and eager to have her. When she bent over to pick
up her shoes, I could see she wearing no panties and I thought of taking
her then, before the movie, but I managed to contain my desires, and I
waited. Sandy came to the bed and sat cross-legged next to me and gave me
a big smile. "Look at you." She said, staring at my exposed erection. And
she reached over and squeezed me hard, and then quickly released me. I
almost rolled over to her to take her then, but wanted to see her reaction
to the movie. "Are you ready to watch the movie?" I asked, looking at her
semi-exposed beautiful body. Sure, let's start." She replied, and I
pressed the "play" button on the remote control. The movie had no
preliminaries and started right in with the main features introduction.
After the titles the movie started in what appeared to be a doctors style
waiting room. On a couch a beautiful blond girl sat, fidgeting nervously,
and a man in a suit entered the scene and sat on the other end of the
couch. "Your name is Carol," he began, "and I understand you have never
been on camera before" The girl nodded yes. "You are here to fulfill a
fantasy of yours. You told us a few days ago that you wanted to be seduced
by a well endowed black man." Again Carol nodded affirmatively, not looking
at the man or the camera directly. "Well, Carol, you are in luck. We have
found the perfect partner for you and if you are still in agreement, we can
fulfill your fantasy today. We have checked your identification and you
are of legal age, eighteen, and disease free. The man you will be joining
shortly is called Mark, and he is twenty-six years old, and is also disease
free. Your original request asked for no protective devices, such as
condoms, or such, so I think we have been successful in that requirement.
Do you have any questions for me." "I'm a little nervous. Will there be
many people watching?" Carol asked, with a milky sweet voice. "There will
only be two camera people and a director. Otherwise the studio is closed
to everyone else. I won't even be there." The man said. "If you are
ready, why don't you go down the hall there, and go into studio B. Look
around and relax. You're really going to enjoy this." Carol stood up and I
saw Sandy suck her breadth in slowly. Carol was very slim and tall, with
average sized breasts showing through the tight shirt. Her hair was blond
and straight, like fine silk. She looked a lot like Sandy and I supposed
this is what surprised Sandy so much. I was very hard and I wasn't sure I
needed to see more of the movie, but I was fascinated by the way Sandy was
reacting. Nothing had happened yet and I knew she was getting excited. I
wanted to watch more. On the screen Carol walked down a long hallway and
entered a door on the left. A camera picked her up on the inside of a
small room with a single piece of furniture in the center of the room. It
was a large bed with no headboard. The camera men would be able to get
unobstructed shots from any angle. Carol stool by the end of the bed and
the door was closed. The room appeared empty of other people, but of
course the camera man or men were there filming the scene. About two
minutes went by on the tape and the door opened and a man about fifty years
old walked in. He immediately walked over to Carol and introduced himself.
"Hi Carol, I'm your Director. I'm not here to direct you, but to make sure
the filming goes properly. You should feel free to do anything you wish.
Just pretend I'm not here. Do you think you can do that?" Carol nodded
slowly. "Are you ready? Why don't you just sit there on the bed and we
will adjust the lighting. Mark will be in shortly." Sandy squirmed on the
bed, and was watching the screen intensely. I was beginning to take great
interest in the film now. I wanted to see this slim good looking girl get
taken by a man. Any man. She was so shy and appeared naive. The lighting
in the studio increased and Carol was much sharper in definition and
contrast.
The studio door opened and in walked a tall, well built black man. He
was wearing only a silky looking loose boxer shorts, and the bulge in the
front was apparent. Again I heard Sandy suck in air. Mark walked over to
Carol and took her arm to stand her up. Without any preliminaries, he
quickly unbuttoned the front of her shirt. Carol was wearing a small bra
that fastened in the front. Mark then unbuckled her belt and took off her
slacks. Sandy was acting uncomfortable, and was moving on the bed. Mark
took off Carol's shirt and now she was standing in bra and panties, not
doing anything, but looking straight into Mark's eyes. Her chest was
proudly pushing out, inviting Mark to his pleasure. Mark then led Carol to
the side of the bed and sat her on the edge. He quickly unfastened the bra
and exposed two swollen aeora with pointed nipples. Now is was Mark's turn
to suck in breadth and visibly the bulge in his pants grew. Sandy in one
quick motion, pulled the T-shirt off over her head, exposing her naked
breasts to the movie on the television. I just watched in fascination as
Sandy played out her own fantasy. Now Mark dropped his shorts, and out
leaped a long fat black rod, and Carol immediately put her hands around it
and stroked. Mark moved in closer to Carol and she greedily took in the
rod head to her mouth. Sandy's mouth was open and I took the opportunity
to slide off the bed and walking to her side, I slipped off my rode. When
I reached Sandy she grabbed my erection and sucked it in her mouth. Both
hands were stroking me, while she imitated the scene on the television.
Mark was mouth pumping Carol and the moans from both of them were audible
and urgent. Mark's head thrust backwards as an obvious eruption of
ejaculate was pumped into Carol's mouth. I was so hot I also released
myself to Sandy who moaned loudly with pleasure and need, as she sucked in
spasm after spasm of cum. Sandy still watched the screen intently, as if
following a director's lead. I wasn't so sure I liked the way she acted. I
was sure she thought I was the black man and that she was really doing
this. On the screen the scene had changed to Mark and Carol now laying on
the bed. Mark was roaming over Carols body with his mouth and hands. When
he reached Carol's breasts, and sucked on one, Sandy took her hands and
squeezed her own breasts. I didn't feel good about this at all. Sandy was
showing a new side of her that I had never seen. I went to the bathroom
and jumped into the shower.
When I entered the bedroom again, Sandy had put on a robe and her eyes
avoided mine. Her skin was flushed red and I wondered what she had done
while watching the rest of the movie. "How did you like the movie?" I
asked. "Oh, it was okay. It was fun to watch, but why did you leave. I
wanted you to make love to me". I wondered who she would really be making
love to. Me or the man on the movie. "I don't know," I said, "I guess I
was tired and needed a shower."
Weeks went by without another word about the movie or how Sandy felt
about it. She acted as if nothing had happened and I was too nervous to
ask anything, for fear of what her answer might be. I did notice, however,
that when we made love, there was something different about Sandy. She was
more distant, and if I were to guess, I would say she was faking her
orgasms. She went through all the motions, but the closeness we once
shared, the special way we fit to each other was diminished. Sandy was
just not the same and I wondered if it had anything to do with the movie. I
would ask her if anything were wrong and she would smile and shake her head
no. Finally, one day after a not so special love making session, I asked
Sandy. "Darling, what's wrong? You haven't been your self for a long
time. Please tell me." Sandy shook her head to indicate that nothing was
wrong, but I persisted. "Sandy, does this have anything to do with the
movie you watched a few weeks ago? Be honest Sweetheart, I really want to
know." Sandy didn't say anything at first and was about to dismiss the
whole conversation, when finally she said. "I don't want to hurt you John.
You are the most important thing in the world to me. I just don't want to
hurt you. Why don't we drop this subject. Everything is fine." The door
was finally open, and Sandy was admitting that there was something wrong.
Now all I had to do was find out what. I would have to coax it out of her,
but her reference to hurting me, make me wonder if I shouldn't just drop
the issue and leave things the way they were. We had a good marriage and
really I had no complaints. But I pushed it anyway. "Sandy please tell me
what's the matter. I want to know. I think you should be honest with me
and tell me everything. Come on Sandy." Sandy looked at me and then
dropped her head and spoke. "John, that movie we watched. I can't stop
thinking about it. The way that black man made love to the woman. I just
can't stop thinking about it." She stopped and I asked. "The way you think
about it. Are you saying you wish he was making love to you?" Sandy
hesitated and then nodded a quick yes. Oh boy, I thought. Now what.
Would she get over this? "Sandy, would you cheat on me?" Quickly she
answered. "No, no, my Darling. I would never cheat on you. It's just
that I can't stop thinking about it. I'm sure in time I'll soon forget
about it. Don't worry John, it won't change anything between us." I
thought to myself that things had already changed, that Sandy didn't give
all herself to me when we made love. And then an idea formed in my mind
and I ran with it. "Sandy," I asked. "If you were to actually try this
fantasy out, would you get it out of your system? I mean, what if you
really did it, found out what you now can only think about. It's not as if
you would love the man. What do you think?" Sandy flushed red in her face.
She was very light skinned, very white, and any flush was quite apparent.
"I couldn't do that to you Darling. I love only you and I belong to only
you." She said convincingly. Well, that was it I thought. She really does
want to try this out, but not without my permission. I would have to
approve and probably figure out how to make things happen. "Let me think
about this for a while." I said. "Maybe there is something we can work
out." Sandy kissed me gently and left the room to avoid further talk. What
a mess. I was excited at the thought of my wife and another man, but at
the same time I had surges of jealousy coursing through me. Thinking about
another man being intimate with Sandy caused me great hurt, but then, it
didn't involve love, so what was the harm. Was I afraid that she would
like another man's love making better than mine? Yes, it was my ego doing
the thinking, it was a fear that I felt, and I realized that actually this
would be a test of our love. A test of how much Sandy really loved me.
But what if the test failed?
A few days later I placed an add in the classified personal section on
the WWW. I asked for a young well hung black man who would be willing to
service my white wife. I was surprised at the number of similar requests
by other married men. Somehow that made me feel better. And I was equally
surprised the next day at the number of responses I received. Apparently
this thing was very popular and again this gave me reassurance. I was
definitely not alone in this request. Out of the six replies I received,
three with photographs, I responded to only one. From one photograph, the
semi erect penis of a slim, good looking ultra black skinned man convinced
me of who should win my Sandy. The man's tool was large with a bulbous
partially exposed head. I was quite certain the size of this man would
hurt Sandy and I felt then that maybe this was what she needed. If the man
hurt her, she would abandon this fantasy and get back to her old self. And
I would be spared of the intimacy of a man penetrating deeply into my
wife's most guarded and treasured orifice. Yes, this was the answer to my
problem and I wrote back my interest in having this overly endowed man
couple with my wife. After several E-mails, a plan was formulated that
involved my wife meeting Peter, the man's name, in a well-to-do bar close
to our home. If the initial meeting went okay, he would drive her to our
home for the main event. I assured Peter that I would not be present,
because I wanted my wife to be as uninhibited as she could be, to fully
enjoy what was to happen, and with me there, it might prove difficult.
Peter would be at the bar on Friday night at 7pm this week, and he would
recognize Sandy because she would be wearing an orange scarf. So, it was
done, the meeting was planned and now all I had to do was tell Sandy. I
wondered how she would react.
That night after we turned the lights out in the bedroom and prepared
for sleep, I softly talked to Sandy. "Sandy. Remember what we talked
about last week. About you living out your fantasy. Do you still think
about it?" There was no direct rely from Sandy, but she gently squeezed my
arm. It was her way of saying yes, without having to actually say it. I
knew then that she wanted me to control things concerning her fantasy.
That nothing would happen unless I orchestrated the events. She was loyal
to me completely. " Sandy. I've made arrangements for you to meet with
another man at a local bar. He wants to talk to you and I want you to talk
to him. If you like him I want you to let him take you home and you can do
whatever you like. I won't be there. It's your night and I want you to
feel completely free to do anything you want or don't want. It's
completely your choice and I want you to know that I'm okay with this. I
want you to meet this man, I really do. It will be your night to live out
whatever fantasy you desire and I won't interfere in any way, but I want
you to promise me a couple of things." There was no answer from her, she
wanted me to continue. "I want you to promise me that whatever you do
you'll do it in a safe way. I want him, Peter is his name, to wear
protection. And most of all I want you to still love me after this is all
over." Sandy moved up against me and kissed my neck. It was a yes response
to everything I had said. The only words she spoke were for my benefit.
"John, are you sure about this. I don't really need to do this. I'm fine
without it." It was Sandy's way of giving me a final out, a chance to
change my mind, to cancel all plans. It also told me that she wanted this
to happen, she wanted very much to meet with Peter. Nothing else was said
that night and in the morning I wrote her a note with the details of the
meeting between her and Peter on Friday. I didn't want to talk about it
openly again. I just wanted to get this over with and get our life back in
order, and yes, I hoped that this might teach Sandy a lesson.
The rest of the week dragged by and Sandy acted like the perfect wife.
She was attentive of all my needs and affectionate. I couldn't find fault
in anything she said or did and I wondered if she was really going through
with the meeting. But she would tell me if she wasn't and no words had
been spoken about it. Finally Friday came and I had a difficult day at
work, my imagination running wild and my fears escalating. I was not going
home after work, I was staying away from Sandy and my own second thoughts.
If I didn't see her maybe this thing would get over with quickly and it
could be forgotten.
After work I drove around aimlessly, somehow always ending up at the bar
where my wife would be in about an hour. I knew I should stay away but I
couldn't. At about six-thirty I parked the car down the block from the bar
and entered through a side door. The bar was extremely busy and full of
people. I looked around cautiously for Sandy, but she was not there yet. I
found a dark corner with a small table blocked by a column, where I could
stand and watch the main bar. Most of the seats at the bar were taken, but
there were a few open. I saw several black men, but did not recognize
Peter, and I was not sure that I would. I ordered a beer and stood
watching the main entrance. About five minutes after seven, Sandy walked
through the front door. She was dressed in a short white skirt, white
silky blouse, and white stockings. She had an orange scarf around her
neck. You could just make out a pink frilly bra under the thin blouse. She
looked beautiful and many men turned their heads and followed her movements
into the bar. She was dressed to attract and I was jealous that she
fashioned herself this way for another man, and not me. Without much
hesitation she made her way to an open barstool, and side slid herself into
it. The bartender came quickly and she ordered a drink. The seats on
either side of her were occupied, one by another woman, the other by a man.
Neither person paid any attention to Sandy. The bartender brought the
drinks, a shot of something and what looked like a coke. Sandy never drank
liquor but she downed the shot like an expert. A young looking man in
casual clothes came up to her and after a few words and a pleasant smile he
left. A few minutes later a tall slim black man working his way through
the many people, approached Sandy and they talked for a few minutes.
Helping her off the stool, he led her to an empty table on the opposite
side of the dance floor and they sat and appeared to have a laugh filled
conversation. A waitress came over and took their order. Peter stood up
and extended his hand to Sandy and they walked to the dance floor. Even
though the music was somewhat fast, he took her in the position of a slow
dance, but not close and touching. They danced and talked and laughed and
I was dying inside, but I still stayed and watched them. I watched as my
darling wife was slowly being picked up by a stranger, a black man, a young
man, a handsome man, a man with an enormous dick. I wanted to go over and
take Sandy by the hand and get out of there, but I stood frozen at the
seductive scene of a man using all his moves on a receptive woman. The
contrast of Peter's blackness and Sandy's white clothing and white exposed
skin, caused many people to watch them, to wonder if he would succeed in
his attempts to seduce this lady. It was evident, however, that the lady,
my Sandy, was giving herself over to the attentions and manipulations of
the suave black man. It was evident he would win her over. The drinks
arrived and Peter guided Sandy back to the table. Again Sandy had a shot
of something. Raising their glasses in a toast, a toast to what was to
come I though, they both tilted the drink back until the contents were
gone. Sandy could not drink and liquor affected her quickly, which caused
more hurt in me than I was capable of handling. I moved my way to the
men's room and relieved myself of the beer. When I returned to the
barroom, Sandy and Peter were dancing again, but this time they were
holding each other closely, His hand was on the small of her back and the
other near her neck. Both of Sandy's arms were wrapped around his waist,
and her head turned to the side, was against his chest. They were moving
very slowly and there was a barely perceptible pushing from his hips to
Sandy's groin. It had begun, the sexual preliminaries had started and
Sandy was letting herself be taken. She was really going to do this, and I
was a witness to the joining. Peter moved his head down and Sandy lifted
hers upward to receive a soft lingering kiss. A kiss to test the water, a
kiss to explore the boundaries, a kiss to seal the contract. There would
be no boundaries, the way was clear for Peter to take Sandy in any way he
desired. I was beyond myself with jealousy, and close to losing my rage
and anger. But still I looked on, still I marveled at Peter's expertise,
and Sandy's shamelessness, and from somewhere deep inside of me, I lusted
at the scene. Peter kissed Sandy again, and this time their mouths parted
and tongues probed and licked. His saliva was entering her mouth, my
mouth, an ejaculate of a different kind, but a seed nonetheless. And Sandy
wantonly allowed and aided this penetration and defilement of my domain.
Another man had entered my woman, and was going to see the things meant
only for me. Again my growing lust overcame my jealousy and anger, as I
watched the taking of my woman.
When the music stopped and the steamy couple headed back to their table,
it was evident that they were preparing to leave. I quickly headed out the
side door to my car parked down the street. It was dark outside now and I
decided to follow my wife home for reasons I didn't understand. Somehow I
needed to see more, to watch my wife give herself completely to this black
stranger. From my vantage point I saw Sandy and Peter exit through the
bar's front door and walk hand in hand to a red Chevy truck parked near the
back of the lot. Peter unlocked the passenger door for Sandy, giving her a
long passionate kiss and a squeeze on her rear end, before she slid in.
When Peter got in the drivers side of the truck, the interior light was on,
and I could see Sandy sitting on her side of the seat. Her short skirt was
hiked up high as if when getting in it rode up, but she did nothing to pull
it back down. She was acting like a real slut and it make me grow hard at
the thought of what she was capable of. Peter started the truck and pulled
out of the parking lot and I followed some distance back. As soon as the
truck pulled out, I saw Sandy's shape move closely to Peter. She was
sitting very close to him now and I couldn't see if they were doing
anything, although my imagination said that Peter's and Sandy's hands were
busy touching things. I wanted to move closer but I feared they would see
me, so at the first major intersection I turned and speeded up to arrive at
our home ahead of them.
I parked the car down the street beyond our house and ran back to
quickly enter. I just closed and re-locked the door when Peter's truck
pulled in the driveway. I ran into the bedroom and hid in the closet. The
closet doors had wooden louvers that permitted an almost unobstructed view
of the bed when your eyes were close to the slats. Because the closet was
dark, it would be impossible for anyone to see in. Now I was stuck, with
no escape, although there was an outside door on one wall of the room. I
stepped out of the closet and unlocked the door, just in case I might need
to make some hasty escape. Now back in the closet I heard the front door
open and the two lovers enter. They went into the family room and I heard
the rattling of ice cubes. Sandy must have been preparing a drink for
them. I heard muffled talk but could not distinguish the meaning of the
words. After several minutes it grew silent and I wondered if I should
sneak closer for a look. I heard Sandy moan loudly and then again, and
then once more. I was going crazy wondering what he was doing to her. I
opened the closet and started to creep down the hall when I heard a man's
groan and the moaning and repeated swallowing noises of Sandy. The sounds
were of gulping and sucking and I could only imagine what she was doing. I
wanted to run in and stop everything, but I realized that Sandy was already
defiled and taken, at least by mouth. I heard Peter ask Sandy where the
bedroom was and then movement. I heard Peter ask in a load voice. "What
do you want baby." Sandy's low voice answered. "I want you to take me
Darling." "I don't hear you baby." Peter shouted. "I want you to fuck me.
Please fuck me now. Oh please Peter. Fuck me." Sandy's pleading voice
cried. I ran back to my closet and looked through the slats in time to see
Peter carrying Sandy into the bedroom. He didn't bother closing the door
so the room remained lighted from the hallway. Sandy was only wearing her
bra and panties and one breast was uncupped sticking out of its holder,
reddened and swollen. Her panties were pushed to one side with half of
them stuck in the crease of her vagina. The crotch area was very wet and
puffy looking under the pink silk covering. Peter put Sandy gently on the
bed and quickly removed his already open shirt. He was still wearing
pants, but his penis was sticking half hard through the opening. Sandy
unbuttoned her bra and pulled down her panties. It was about to happen and
I was trapped into watching the performance. I almost gasped out load when
my eyes took in Sandy's crotch. It was smoothly shaven and bare, the folds
of her vagina clearly visible and already dilated. And wet. An amount of
wetness I have never seen on her. What was she doing and to think that I
was the one that set the whole thing up. Peter had his pants off and
shorts, and his rod pointed outward with a dribble of white cum on it's
tip. Kneeling on the bed next to Sandy, Peter stroked the length of the rod
to further release trapped cum, and then he moved close to Sandy and guided
himself to her waiting mouth. Now she moaned as the final remains of
ejaculate were taken and swallowed. Peter withdrew from her mouth and lay
on his back. His erection was still semi-hard, but I could see that he was
extremely large even in this state. Peter reached out to Sandy, who
allowed herself to be manipulated by his touch, and straddled his chest so
that he could reach her parted vagina with his mouth. He pulled her hips
to his mouth and started licking around the wet opening. Sandy lay down on
Peter's chest and took his rod in her mouth. She cupped his balls with one
hand and stroked the length of his cock with the other hand. Only the head
of Peter's penis was in her mouth, but that seemed to fill her completely.
Peter's tongue had now found it's way inside the folds of Sandy's vaginal
lips, and it snaked it's way inside. Sandy moaned, and shuttered, pressing
her hips down to capture more of the probing tongue. From my vantage point
in the closet, Sandy's spread legs and shaved pussy were pointed directly
at me, at a distance of no more than seven feet. I could see everything
and I couldn't help the feeling and hardness I felt between my legs. I
wanted to join then in their search for pleasure. I wanted to lay on the
bed next to Sandy and touch, kiss and lick. I wanted to fuck my wife.
Peter's cock was growing in size visibly. Each time Sandy stroked it's
length and sucked it's head, the rod seemed to grow. Sandy was constantly
moaning now, while Peter's tongue was pushing in and out of the wet pussy
like a hard cock. Sandy trembled and I knew she was having an orgasm. A
muffled cry filled her throat, and would have escaped if she wasn't filled
with a bulbous cock head. Peter moved his mouth up to lick on Sandy's
protruding clitoris. Sandy was beginning to buck her hips into his face.
Peter's large lips encircled the clit and drew it into his mouth, gently
sucking on it, and licking on it. Sandy was beside herself and released
the cock from her mouth, hunching up to push her clit further into the
sucking mouth. Her shutters and spasms were constant now, her orgasm
continuous. Her moaning a combination of short yelps, crys, and half-sobs.
Peter continued drawing her clit in and mouthed some of the open lips in as
well. I was so hard and excited, I knew if I reached down to touch myself,
I would cum instantly. Peter stopped his sucking and licking and rolled
Sandy off his chest. Moving up the bed he lay on his back and rested his
head on a pillow. Sandy followed him as if she wouldn't let him get too
far away. She was still moaning and panting like a dog in heat and as she
moved next to him he took her mouth against his and moved his tongue into
her, deeply. Sandy shuttered again, as if cumming, while Peter's hands
squeezed and pinched, and pulled on one breast and then the other. Peter's
hand moved down a white and flat stomach, to find parted legs, and an
already parted vagina. A finger slid deafly into the wet opening and began
a slow rhythmic pushing and prodding examination. Sandy was bucking again
and crying loudly into Peter's mouth, and lips that covered all of her
widely open mouth. I don't know how long this lasted because I couldn't
take anymore and I touched myself through my pants. Sandy's hand found
Peter's large and pointed cock, and began a long squeezing stroke from it's
base to the head. Now Peter began to moan and stroke his hips into her
hand. Watching this and touching myself I came in my pants. It was one of
the most intense ejaculations I had ever felt and it seemed to go on
forever. I don't know if I made any noise, but I was sure the force of my
eruptions would make noise of it's own, so strong it felt. When I
recovered Sandy was still being finger fucked but she had moved to her
hands and knees with her rear end facing Peter's head, allowing Peter
better entry with two fingers instead of one. Her hips were pumping his
two fingers deeply within her wetness and she was again in a constant state
of orgasm, yelping on each downward plunge. Peter removed his fingers and
swung her hips over his stomach. Sandy sat with open legs facing me, in my
hiding place. The large fully erect cock lay pointed upward close to her
stomach. Sandy grabbed the stiff rod with both hands and stroked it up and
down, twisting her hands independently. The contrast between whiteness and
black was stunning and my erection swelled anew at the sight. Sandy's body
had a sheen of moisture, and her hair was in disarray and tangles. She
still panted and now grunted like an animal when she stood up and squatted
down towards the pointed bulbous head. Her hand moved to the top of the
cock, covered with precum, and with her fingers she spread the lubricant
all over the top. Moving down in a squat, she placed the head of Peter's
cock against her open pussy lips and moved it around, spreading the copious
lubricant around. In one slow downward movement, she lowered her hips and
took in the head of the swollen cock, wrapping her vaginal lips tightly
around it. Peter moaned and Sandy's second movement down took in about
half of the stiff shaft. Sandy now moved upward completely coming free
from the cock, now covered halfway down with wetness. Quickly she lowered
herself again to the rounded head and took it inside of her, pushing down
on it until it engorged her fully. She yelled loudly and shuttered, as a
massive orgasm started to fill her body. I watched in total awe as my wife
sat with this black fat and long cock fully inside her womanhood. I
watched as I saw Sandy's nipples extend outward, I watched as her pink
aeoras puffed and protruded. I watched as beads of lusty moisture rolled
down her stomach and then they started to fuck. Sandy moved slowly upwards
until the cock head almost came out, and then she sat hard on the shaft
taking it all in again. The strokes increased in speed and Sandy moved her
upper body down to rest on outstretched arms. Peter started to now push
upwards meeting her downward thrusts, and both of them began to chant, with
moans and urgency and need. I was close to release again watching this
show of pure animal lust. Sandy was moving fast now, with Peter pile
driving his cock's length fully into her. Sandy was cumming so hard now
her skin was flushed red, her eyes closed, she yelled for Peter to fill
her. I could see Peter clenching his teeth as he shot a hot load of jism
deep inside Sandy. I came again. They continued for many more minutes,
pumping and moaning, until finally they were both too tired to go on.
Sandy rolled off Peter laying on her back. Her pussy was still wide open
and now oozing white cum. It seemed to grow appreciably with each passing
minute, and finally Sandy got up to clean herself in the bathroom. Peter
followed her. I heard the shower start and a few minutes later, laughter,
and playful slapping. Both of them must be taking a shower together. I
moved out of the closet and left the bedroom but I stopped when I heard
Sandy yelping again. I heard a body knocking against the shower wall, and
I realized then that Peter was fucking Sandy again, standing up, pounding
into her hard, pushing her against the wall with each thrust. Sandy was
yelling, begging Peter to fuck her harder, and I walked down the hall and
left the house through the front door. I could still hear Sandy begging
Peter for more, for harder, for his hands, as I walked past the bathroom.
I drove around for about two hours and then returned to the house.
Peter's truck was still there. I parked down the street and walked up
quietly to the bedroom window. I could see through the crack in the
curtain. Sandy was on her hands and knees and Peter was fucking her hard
from the rear. His long thick cock disappearing completely with each
stroke. Sandy was shaking her head from side to side, as if unable to
control the feeling coursing through her body. Her butt was deep red, the
same marking as if she had been spanked. Her breasts hanging down were
also red, from constant handling, squeezing, and sucking. I watched for
about ten minutes and left. Two hours later Peter's truck was still there
and the bedroom light was still on. I left and found a place to park and
sleep. In the morning Peter's truck was gone. I entered the house not
knowing what to say or do. Sandy was not to be found. Panic hit me and I
thought she had left with Peter. I thought she had left me, never to
return. I ran from room to room again, somehow wanting to believe she was
there. When I passed the family room slider to the back porch, I saw Sandy
sitting in a deck chair, wrapped in her bathrobe, with her hands covering
her face. She was crying.
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