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Subject: {ASSM} Master Jay steals my wife
Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2002 10:10:03 -0400
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Karen and Mark had been married..oh...8 yrs I guess, when it all
changed. We had been friends out of High School, and all through
college.  What they told me was beyond my wildest dreams.  They
seemed like such a perfect couple.  Church every sunday (now I
understand the l o n g  praying they did), active in
everything...and seemed they were enjoying life.

After the two realized they didn't want children right away, and
focused on their careers, they felt they needed more out of life.
  That's when Mark and Karen started to watch porno's, and that's
what changed their paths.  After experimenting with different
positions, toys, whips, chains, they said they started to express
their different fantasys.  After trying a few "soft" swings,
Karen finally admitted to Mark that she wanted to try an
interracial affair, but not in the group fashion that she'd seen
so many times when out swinging.

After surfing on the net, Mark finally narrowed it down to about
three different guys, mostly on the ones that submitted photos,
and a brief description about themselves.  Education, job,
finicial status...etc. He figured if that's the way she wants to
try someone, it might as well be a good one at that.

After meeting them one at a time at a very public place, and
having long chats, Karen made the final decision.

"I think James would do just right...ok honey?" Karen cooed.

"Well, he does seem nice, but isn't he rather large...compared to
you?" Mark remarked.

James was all of 6' 5", and must of looked like a linebacker for
Dallas.  Younger than both of them, somewhere around 26 or so,
but in good shape no less.  The terms and conditions were agree
upon, and the first meeting was set for the following weekend.  
Mark was to be present, and only participate when allowed.  James
was to pay for the room....only fair, that Mark was supplying the
pussy.

They arrived at the Sheraton friday night in Livonia.  After
meeting outside, James went up first...followed 5 minutes later
by Mark and Karen.

"Room 1051...on the top floor" Mark said. "You nervous babe?" he
continued.

"A little...but I'll be alright" she replied.

After arriving and lightly knocking on the door, the big guy
opened the door and invited them in.

"My, my...look what we have here" he said shaking Mark's hand,
and then holding onto Karen's hand and waist and waltzing her
towards the end of the bed.  "Have a seat Mark, while Karen and I
get better aquainted" he bellowed.  James opened up a bottle of
wine, and poured drinks all around.  After almost an hour of idle
chit chat and constant drinking, things began.

"Let's have a good look at what we have here...stand up and model
for me Karen" James said smiling.   Karen got up, and walked up
and down the large room they were in.  Her knee length dress
wasn't slutty or anything.  In fact, as about as normal as you'd
see on the street.  Short sleeves, and a neckline that came to
just the top of her clevege, with a button up front.  In her off
white dress with flower prints on it, you wouldn't take a second
look.

"Nice...very nice...now come over here, and sit on the edge of
the bed with me" he commanded.  He put his hand on her tit, and
slowly rotated it, pinching her nipple through the bra and dress.
 He then leaned over and lightly kissed her on the lips.  He drew
back and said "yes, very soft lips, very soft...these will do
just fine".   After which he continued to kiss her, and moved his
hand to her thiegh, starting the slide up to Karen's moist pussy.
 As James motioned for Karen to spread her legs more, with his
hand, he had no problem cupping her pussy and that too, was
massaged.

"My, your getting wet already girl....and I'm just starting" he
said smiling.  As Mark watched, he was already noticing the
contrast just between James and Karen's clothing, and Karen's
lightly tanned legs. James was not a deep black...about medium,
but the difference was still there.

"Stand up, let's try something" James again commanded.  Karen
stood up, and James got behind her.  He began rubbing his hands
up and down the outside of Karen's dress on the sides.  He'd
lightly start at her waist, move up the sides to her breast,
slowly massage them through the cloth, move down past her
stomach, and insert both hands in her crotch...move around to the
outside of her theighs again, and then back up to her waist. 
Over and over he'd keep doing this for a good 10 minutes or so. 
Karen was enjoying it..for she said it felt so erotic having
black hands exploring all that she had.  The wine was taking
affect, and James knew it, by the way Karen leaned her back on
Charles chest.  Karen's 5'9" body was starting to relax, and
ready for just about anything.  After the constant touching,
James started to whisper in Karen's ear very softly, what he
wanted her to do.  With Mark sitting about 6 feet away in the
chair, it looked like Karen was doing it on her own, for he
didn't hear James whisper these commands.

"Slowly unbutton your dress, and let it slide over your shoulders
to the floor" was his first whisper.  Karen did just that.  When
it fell to the floor, all you could see was these enourmous black
hands all over this white body.  Rubbing the nylon laced
bra...and sliding up and down her body from the white lace
panties back to her tits.

"Roll your bra down over your tits, and let me feel them" was his
next command, and again Karen did just that.  This time, James
cupped her tits, lightly squeezing them, and rubbing her nipples
between this thumb and finger.  A slight moan would come out, as
she put her hands on his wrist, adding to the contrast.   James
next moved his one hand down to her pussy, which by now was
getting wetter and wetter.  You could see some of the moisture
starting to show through.  Not saying a word, James turned her
around, grabbing her hand.  He placed it on the crotch of his
pants, saying "this is what's waiting for you...think you can
handle it".  Karen began to massage this buldge that was much
bigger than her husbands had ever been.  James began to unbutton
his silk shirt, while Karen began to undo the belt, and the
zipper.  James removed his shirt, and Karen just looked at the
ripples on his chest, then his abs.

"Wow...are you in shape" she remarked.

"And that's just the beginning" he snapped back.  James dropped
his pants and stepped out of them, while Karen clutched the
enormous tent pushing out of his boxers.

"My God your big....your picture didn't lie...did it" shesighed.

"Nope...and it's all for you babe....pull it out" she remarked.

Karen pulled the boxers down, and out snapped this sausage. 
Karen just kept starring at it.  She then again grabbed it and
starred.  James lightly pushed down on her shoulders and Karen
followed suit, for she knew what he wanted.  She only could guess
if she could do it.

She lightly stroked his cock back and forth, still starring at
it.

"Go ahead bitch....suck it.  This is what you wanted, now go for
it, suck that black cock" he demanded.  Karen wasn't use to being
talk to like that, and the command in his voice told her that
James was in control.  She began to lick it up and down, then
taking the head into her mouth...little at a time, then more and
more.  You could hear the slurping sounds as they got louder.

By this time, Mark was rubbing his meat through his pants,
enjoying the show.

"Look at your husband, we haven't even started yet, and he's
already enjoying himself...aren't you MARK" he said laughing. 
Karen looked over and saw Mark was stroking himself to the
strokes Karen was making up and down James cock.

Karen, pulling the big black cock out of her mouth with a 'pop'
said to her husband, "why don't you take it out and releive
yourself".

"Na na" said James, "remember, he can't participate in any way,
so keep it in Mark" Charles snapped.

"Ok bitch, hop up on the bed and face me on all fours" James then
snappped.  Karen did, and James continued to have her suck him. 
Every once in awhile, he'd grab her short hair in the back, and
pump her, fucking her mouth.

"Ok, now turn around on all fours, and slide that ass here.  I'm
gonna watch you fuck this big black cock"

"What do you mean ME fuck you?" Karen asked.

"You'll see...once that pussy latches around this cock...well,
you'll see" he remarked.

Karen turned around, and placed her ass up in the air.  James
grabbed ahold of his cock, and placed it in her crotch...rubbing
up and down on those wet pussy lips.  With the feeling of his
helmut going up and down, and knowing that any second she was
going to not only get a black cock in her, but a BIG one at
that....was almost too much to bear.  James inserted the tip in
her, then pulled out...then put it back in.  Karen could feel the
insertion, fuller, with out a doubt, than her husbands.  James
continued to insert it, then pull it out, and kept repeating this
about six times.  There abouts, Karen began to rock foward and
back on her own, for James had now stopped and was just standing
there, motionless, with his hands on his hips.

"That's it bitch....aaahhhhhhh....that's it...fuck my
cock....absorb how good it feels...rubbing those inner
walls....deeper girl, that's it....fuck it....fuck your black
cock" he kept coxing her.  By now, Karen was pumping longer and
stronger...whimpering and slightly hollaring.

"God...uh, oh, yes...that's it....yes....oh how
good...yes...fuck...yes, ah...ah..." was all that was coming out
of her.   By now, she was able to just about sink all of it in. 
With her pushing back, you could hear Charles balls smack against
her pussy as well.    "Fuck me...oh yeah...fuck me...fuck me with
that cock...fuck me" Amy was pleading, as she turned her head
back looking at him with hollow eyes.

James now placed his hands on her ass, and began a slow paced
pumping, which intensified into a piston of some sorts.

"You know what my nickname is?  You know what most people call
me?" he asked.

"Ah...fuck me...who cares.......ok...what is it" Karen replied
gasping.

"Master Jay......they call me Master Jay.  And  I'm gonna be the
Black Master of this pussy this weekend" James said, as he
continued to pump her pussy harder and harder.   "Master Jay"
continued fucking the hell out of Karen.  Karen said because of
the size, she swore she could feel the veins on the side of his
cock, and it drove her crazy.  Late into the night, "Master Jay"
fucked Karen sideways, backwards, frontwards, cumming not only in
her, but on her as well.  One time, after Karen told me she must
of been on her fifth orgasum, he pulled out of her and came in
her mouth, almost making her choke on the amount of cum he shot
down her throat.

Poor Mark...everytime he wanted to whip his cock out and whack
one off, "Master Jay" forbid him to do it.  Mark said he must of
came in his pants three times over the hours watching Karen get
her brains fucked out. Mark was make to sleep in the chair all
night, waking up to sounds of Karen getting fucked repeatedly. 
Saturday morning, Bob woke up only to find Karen laying next to
James stroking his cock.  It wasn't hard yet, for James wasn't
awake.  Karen told me that after awhile, she got use to having
that big black cock stuffed in her, and felt like it should have
been there all along.  With Mark watching, Karen would lick it up
and down, swirl her tongue around the tip, then lick down the
shaft to his balls.

"Karen....don't you think you've had enough" Mark whispered over
to her.

Not breaking the stroke, Karen replied "Oh Mark...no way...this
is toooo good, I want more of this".

"Well, what about me....look at me.  This damn things been hard
all night, and the only relief was in my pants" Mark whinned,
pointing at his pants.  There was a small stain in the front,
apparently from the numerous times he came watching Karen get
fucked by this big black guy. Karen slid quietly off the bed, and
knelt at his feet.  "Baby, let me make you feel better...oh, I'm
so sorry....." as she unsnapped his pants, and pulled his cock
out.  After getting Mark's cock in her hand, she realized how
small it was compared to "Master Jay's, but none the less, began
to suck him anyway.

"Hey...come back here....remember the deal" they heard a coarse
voice bellow.  It was "Master Jay", and he just woke up.

"James, I was just trying to give Mark some relief.  The poor
baby" Karen replied.

"I don't care.  The deal was that I had YOU all weekend, and you
agreed, so come over here" his reply came swiftly.   Again with
his cock left "hanging", Karen crawled back in bed.

"Come on...let's get cleaned up and get some breakfast" he
ordered. Karen said James and her fucked again in the
shower....with him trying to fuck her in the ass after lathering
up with soap.  It hurt too much at the time....so James said
maybe later.  As they dried off, they both got dressed.

"We're going out for breakfast....you stay here and eat" Master
Jay commanded, and they both left.

With James size, there was no arguing really, so all Mark could
do was wait.  At about 2pm, the came back.  Mark could hear them
giggling as they both came up the hall.  'Sounds like they had a
good time' he thought to himself.  The door opened, and Karen was
holding onto Master Jay's arm by now.

"Where've you guys been.  I've been waiting here for hours" Mark
snapped.


"Oh, shut up man, and sit down.  I don't wanna hear you shit"
James replied, walking over to Mark...starring him down.  Mark
sat down, and was in no way big enough to say otherwise.

"James and I had brunch, then he and I went shopping" Karen
cooed. "Yeah...she picked out some real nice stuff....why don't
you go and put it on babe...and show it off for us" James said
with a big smile on his face.   Hhhhuuummmmmmm....I wonder what
could be up, Mark thought to himself.  Karen went into the
bathroom, bags in both hands.   While in there, Master Jay told
Mark that Karen was one of the best pussy he ever had, and
couldn't believe he 'loaned' her out to him for the weekend.
"Before this weekend is over, she'll be asking for more, and
there's nothing you can do about it buddy" James sneared.  Mark
sunk in the chair right then and there.  He knew 'Master Jay' was
right.  He knew there was no way his cock could compare in
pleasure with Master Jay.   About that time, Karen came out of
the bathroom, looking very stunning in this outfit.  It was a
light semi-see through black blouse, with only a trace of a black
bra underneath.  On the bottom half, she was wearing a red skirt,
about two inches above the knee, white sheer nylons with black
pumps for shoes.  'What was abnormal with that' Mark thought to
himself.

"Come here baby....." James said, with a huge smile on his face.

As Karen came over, and the two embraced.  Looking from the side,
Karen stood up on her tip toes to reach 'James' lips.  As they
embraced, kissing deeply, 'James' began rubbing her ass around
and around.  The more he did it, he slowly turned so that her ass
was within two feet of his face as Mark sat on the chair. 
Working his hands slowly, each time James hands went up, it would
'pinch' a bit of fabric between his fingers, thus raising up the
skirt.  After a few times, Mark realized why.  As the skirt drew
up, he could see the garters Karen was wearing. A few more times,
and the full view was there.  Karen had on a red garter, trimmed
in black lace, attached to those sheer white nylons.  Not seeing
any panties, Mark would later see that Karen had on a G-string. 
Mark's cock instantly began to grow, and James knew it would
too...that was his objective.

"This ass is like a peach...perfectly round, and ready to be
eaten" Master Jay laughed.

"Come over here babe...let's show him something" he said softly.
"Wouldn't you say she looks ready to go to her accounting job, 
Mark?" James asked.   Mark just shrugged his shoulders, and
nodded his head.  Then, unzipping his pants, and Karen pulling
out his cock, she bent over and began to give him a blowjob,
while her ass was only three feet away from Mark's face.

"Who'd ever think that under this nice outfit, she'd have on a
get up like a slut.....huh?" Master Jay said almost laughing. 
"Oh yeah babe...you suck some good cock...you know that" he
added.   "Now Mark, look at her ass...would you ever imagine
she's wearing that?  huh...would you?" he asked.  Again Mark
shook his head no.  Mark was being humiliated...but what could he
do...nothing.  Now, 'Master Jay' had Karen turn sideways, and
lightly pushed her to her knees...still sucking on his cock.  It
was then that Mark noticed how erotic it was.  There was Karen on
her knees, with this big black cock slowly sliding in and out of
her mouth, and her left hand stroking it at the same
time.....showing her wedding ring and diamound.  Mark started to
rub himself again....looking at the sight in front of him.

"Everytime she wears this outfit to work, she'll be thinking of
sucking this cock...you know that...everytime...and she'll want
it too...you know that Mark" he said taunting Mark.  "You want
this babe?....huh, do you want this cock...answer me" he said to
Karen, swaying his cock in his hand.  Damn..it looked more like a
hose, than a cock Mark told me later.   Karen just shook her head
yes, and starred at it.   "Show Mark how much you like this
cock...and please yourself Karen" Master Jay stood grinning. With
that, Karen began unbuttoning her blouse, and let it drop to the
floor, exposing that black lace bra.  Next, she unzipped the
skirt, and threw it over with the blouse.  There stood Karen in a
red garter, trimmed in black lace, white nylons, and a matching
red G-string in red pumps.  Awsome...just awsome, that's what
Mark told me later.

"Master Jay' put his hand out, and Karen put her's in his, and he
let her to the bed.  This time, while she sat on the edge, he
reached up and pulled the G-string off, exposing her pussy, which
by now was a little moist, according to Mark.  This time, Master
Jay bent over and began to eat Karen's pussy.  Mark had full view
of Master Jay's tongue licking up, down, back and forth, and
darting in and out of her pussy.  Karen was uncontrolled in
bucking and hollaring.

"Lick my pussy....damn it.....ahh..ah..uh...oh my God...lick
it...that's it...yes....flick that tongue....yes...eat my pussy"
she kept repeating over and over.

"Baby...when I get done with this pussy this weekend, it'll be MY
pussy, get that....it'll be MY pussy.....watch" Hammer commanded.
 Master Jay slid Karen up further on the bed, and started to
mount her from above.   He arched his back and stopped short of
putting in that giant lizard..."put it where you want it
bitch...show me...." and not having to say it a second time,
Karen reached down, grabbed that big black cock, and inserted the
tip in 'his' pussy.  He slowly slid it in, pulled out, and
because she was so wet by now, rammed it home on the second time.
Karen let out a short 'umph', and a series of grunds, but as
'Master Jay' began to "Pound" that pussy, Karen wrapped her legs
around his torso, and held on for the ride.

"Hey...see...I told you that your husband liked watching you get
fucked....look at him" said the hoarse 'Master Jay'.   With that,
Karen looked over to see Mark with his little cock out, jacking
off like no tomorrow.  This seemed to intensify 'Master Jay', for
he then threw Karen's legs up over his broad shoulders and began
a fast/slow fuck, making Karen beg.

"Oh my God...your so deep....fuck me....fuck me with that black
cock...cum....take your pussy....yes...that's it...take
it....this is your pussy Hammer......fuck it all you want..."
Karen was beside herself.  Pulling her legs down by the
ankles...and holding her legs wide, he slowly pushed in and out.
Doing this didn't seem enough for Karen, for she began to buck
him for more cock..."fuck me you bastard, give me that cock...put
that cock in me...please....fuck me..." she kept begging.

"Whose pussy is this..huh...whose" he asked.

"Yours, without a doubt" Karen replied.

"Are you my slut...huh...are you my slut bitch....tell me"
'Master Jay was taunting her, humiliating Mark at the same time.

"Yes...I'm your pussy....your slut......" Karen said, almost
begging.

Mark jacked off, damn near rubbing the skin off his little cock.
After the weekend was finished, Mark was just glad to get out of
there, and to have his Karen back.  Or did he really have her
back.

Karen went to work that monday, with just a tad bit of soreness
between her legs.  It would be four days before her mind would
drift off from work, and think about the pleasure she did
receive.

That night, after Mark was asleep, Karen slipped downstairs to
the study and cranked up the ole computer.  After connecting to
Marks screen name, she checked the files, and found the
file/address that Mark used to search the net.  There, was James
e-mail address, still on file.  Karen transferred it to her
address.  Karen was still reliving the past weekend. Karen
proceeded to tell me more of what had happened to her and Mark.
After the intinial soreness wore off and the swelling of her
pussy lips shrank, she realized what had been missing in her
life.  A good sizeable cock.  One that would not only fullfill
her, but one that would take command of it.   Mark did his best,
after that weekend, to make love to Karen, and to "fill" her
needs, but after James ... Karen started to constantly think of
James, and that wonderful cock of his.  Never before had she felt
such a need for something, and it was beginning to etch a burning
desire of WANT, that she never felt before.


Three weeks later, as Mark was at Home Depot, Karen...with
nervous fingers, sent off a e-mail to James.  She said that she
was just thinking about him, and wanted to see him.  'What am I,
crazy or something' she thought to herself afterwards.  But the
deed was done. That night, as she drifted in and out of sleep,
the thought of "Master Jay" kept appearing, while her husband was
next to her.  Earlier...as Mark was going through the motions of
fucking her, Karen's mind was off in 'pleasure land', imagining
"Master Jay" standing in front of her, with his big cock dangling
in front of her, waiting to be serviced.  "Damn, I can't get that
cock outta my mind" she kept repeating to herself.

Cautiously, the next day at work, Karen checked her mail on the
work computer.  It was secured, so no problem there.  There, in
bold print, came a reply from "Master Jay".

"Hey...I was thinking about you too Babe, and wish you were here
along side of me right now" came the message.  "I wish I were
deep inside you right now, giving us both passion and pleasure. 
Your the best" it went on to say.  Rather crude and to the point,
but nonetheless, true.  "When do you want a repeat
performance...this weekend?  Write back" was the last sentence.

Karen told me she looked at the calendar by refex, and noticed it
was only wed.  She knew that Livonia was not far from Dearborn. 
Excited and nervous in the same tense, she replied "how and where
on a weekend" on such short notice.   Through the rest of the
day, Karen kept checking her messages...with no answer.  It
wasn't until just about time to leave, that she checked her
messages one more time, and there it was.   "The Best Western in
Livonia, I-275, sat morning" it stated.  "I'll have more details
later tonight...check again" was the only two sentences.

Karen thought about it.  'Damn, that's only an hour from home'.
All the way home, the excitement built in her.  Just knowing
about the weekend, and what will happen, made her feel like a kid
getting a new toy.  But what about Mark....oh fuck it.  I'll just
say I'm out shopping, and nothing will come of it. 
Besides....he'd probably enjoy it, watching me get fucked by this
big black cock, but this time...I'm going solo. Thoughts like
this went through her mind, over and over and over again while
driving home.

That night, as Mark snored, Karen slipped outta bed and crept
downstairs. She accessed her e-mail, and there was the message
she was waiting for.


"The Best Western on I-275, just off the exit.  Look for a white
Caddy with Gold trim, "MasterJ" lic plates.  In the outside
driver's mirror will be a piece of paper with the room number.  
Hey Babe, wear your 'outfit' I gave you to work tomorrow. 
Remember, the 'outfit' that'll make you think of ME in you all
day..hehehehahahaah" was all it read. Karen returned to bed,
tossing and turning most of the night.

Mark's alarm went off at 7.  As they both got up to get ready for
work, Karen brought up the subject.

"Hey, I'm going shopping sat.  Probably be gone most of the day"
she said.

"Where?" Mark asked.

"A couple of us girls are going to Taylor, and check Southland
Mall out" came her reply.

"Well, I have to work, so I guess I'll see you at dinner" was all
Mark said.   

End of part one. 

If you liked reading my story than
you may like to watch the video's I made with master Jay. You can
visit my web site at; karenkayonline.com 

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