“What’s this?” I laughed. “Starting early?”
“Hi darling,” my wife smiled. “We’re just celebrating breaking up for Christmas.”
“So I see.” I smiled. “You smudged your lipstick.”
At least she had the good grace to blush and Charlie got up to get a round in.
“Charlie just wanted a word, darling,” she said hastily.
“Katie,” I said quietly and took her hand, “you know I’m fine with what you’re doing, well, with what we’re doing, but please don’t lie to me, if you want to see Charlie, just say so, yeah?”
Charlie returned then and placed our drinks down with an embarrassed grin.
“Should I say sorry, mate?”
“Yes,” I said leaving him in no doubt about my feelings. “I’ll tell you what I told Katie, we all know what we’re doing. Don’t spoil it mate, like it is we’ll enjoy it. The three of us know you’ll be fucking and I really do want you to enjoy it, just don’t cheat, okay?”
“Okay,” he said and held out his hand. “Can I take her shopping?”
I looked at Katie and she nodded.
“You buying?” I asked and he smiled.
“Of course.”
“Go for it,” I said and finished my pint in one go. As I turned to leave I said with a smile, “Stay the night if you want, Katie.”
Her smile was as wide as the road, she blew me a kiss and mouthed, “Thank you.”
On the short walk home I asked myself why I’d said she could stay, I loved her and I know she loved me, that was beyond all doubt, but I also knew she was desperate to try a black lover.
The idea of seeing her with a lover, especially a black one excited me even if it meant being without her occasionally.
Yes, I was quite happy.
Katie’s story.
I spent a lovely afternoon with Charlie, my Charlie as I’d begun to think of him. He was good fun to be with as well as an absolute gentleman and of course I was really excited about having sex with him later that evening! He bought me lots and lots of really sexy lingerie that he said he liked and on the way back to his place he bought two bottles of champagne.
“Only the very best for my lady, he laughed and I rewarded him with a very sexy kiss as he closed his front door behind us.
He took me upstairs to show me his bedroom and also where to put my things and then left me to enjoy a hot shower. I stayed in the bathroom after my shower to put my makeup on and dress in the beautiful lingerie he’d bought for me.
The stockings were fully fashioned fifteen denier with seams and I fastened them to a lacy little waspie. A quarter cup bra came next which I really loved, my hard nipples peeped out over the top of the lacy cups making me feel very racy and then a tiny little white thong, completely sheer, of course, and over that came a long, sheer nightgown. I felt like a queen. Slipping on a pair of high-heeled slippers I went down to meet my king.
“Oh my God Katie!” he exclaimed. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” I giggled nervously. “I wanted to look nice for you,”
“Nice? you look fantastic.” I felt myself blushing under my makeup.
“Go and have a shower, Charlie,” I said and added. “And hurry up.”
I sent my hubby a text then just to tell him that I loved him and I giggled when I got a row of smiley faces back. I replaced the phone in my bag just as Charlie appeared, his handsome face split with an embarrassed grin. He was wearing a long black dressing gown that showed his hairy chest, but his feet were bare and I hoped that was all he wore.
“Want some champagne?” he asked, sounding just as nervous as I was.
“Oh yes please.” I smiled and followed him into the kitchen. As he stood, pouring out our drinks, I kissed the back of his neck and whispered softly, “Champagne always makes me horny.”
I sensed his smile rather than saw it, he reached up into a cupboard and handed me a straw, “You’d be better with this then.” and gave me the bottle complete with the straw. We both practically choked with laughter then until suddenly he grabbed me and kissed me.
“But you don’t need it though, do you?”
“No Charlie,” I breathed as he slid the nightgown off my shoulders, “I don’t need it at all.”
I don’t remember going upstairs. All I can remember about those few minutes was feeling his massively thick, black cock sliding into me and the incredible feelings it invoked in me.
“Oh Charlie,” I gasped. “Oh my God, yes.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, “and I love it, I fucking love it.”
I wrapped both legs around his back and used both hands to grip his naked buttocks.
“Fuck me, Charlie, just fuck me.”
I felt like a bitch on heat, all my thoughts, everything was concentrated on that wonderful cock filling me, fucking me, making me gasp with the sheer fucking pleasure I was feeling. He was fucking me with long, deep strokes, each one slightly deeper than the one before. I’d never felt anything like it before, it was like one long, continuous orgasm.
He kissed my neck, my nipples, then my mouth again and all the time, my senses were swimming, I raked his muscular back with my fingernails as he fucked me and did my best to squeeze him to death with my thighs. I felt his heavy balls banging against my bum which told me that every inch of his magnificent cock was inside me.
“I’m gonna cum Katie,” he gasped. “I’m sorry darling I can’t… I can’t KATIEEEE!”
He lunged and I screamed, my head exploded, rockets and fireworks went off and someone turned a hose on in my cunt. It was only
a few minutes later as we lay still joined together that I realised he was still hard.
“You’re an amazing man, Charlie,” I said softly and kissed his mouth. “I’ve never been fucked like that before in my life.”
“I’ve never heard you swear before.”
“I can’t help it, when I’m really, really turned on I just need to do it.”
“I liked hearing it from you.”
“You filled me, Charlie,” I whispered.
“I’m going to fill it again,” he said as he caressed my breasts. “I’m going to make you fucking scream.”
He did too, he was an incredible lover, God knows how many times he made me cum until we finally broke apart.
“What time is it?” I asked him.
“Just after nine, why?”
“Take me out.”
“Eh?”
“Oh,” he said and looked crestfallen.
“Charlie, it’s still early, take me out, I want a drink, but not just a drink, I want to stand at a bar with you, with your arm around me, I want to dance with you, feeling you holding me close,.I want everyone to see us, I don’t want to shower because I want you to smell me,” I put my lips to his ear and whispered. “I want you to smell my cunt, Charlie.”
***
There was a group performing in the pub, so I grabbed Charlie up to dance. I pressed myself up against him as we shuffled around the floor, but it only took a minute to tell that he wasn’t a dancer.
“I’m sorry, Charlie, you should have said.”
“Hi, Mum.” I whirled around and saw my daughter’s lovely face, she flew into my arms and we hugged each other.
“You said you weren’t coming up this year,” I said accusingly.
“I changed my mind.” She giggled and turned to Charlie.
“You must be the famous Charlie,”
“Er, well, er, yes. How do you do?”
I looked over her shoulder at my husband standing at the bar, he raised his eyebrows as if to say, ‘Nothing to do with me.’
“I’m going to the loo,” Charlie said and promptly disappeared.
“You’re a dark horse aren’t you mum?” She laughed. “And a black man too, he’s gorgeous.”
“He’s just a… well. He’s just a friend.”
“Mum, this is me talking. He’s fucking gorgeous, has he got a big one?”
“Karen!”
“Mum,” she giggled, “he’s just fucked you hasn’t he?”
I gave up then and smiled, “Yes.”
“Was it good?”
“Oh sweetheart, you’ve got no idea.”
“I have Mum, believe me, I have.”
David signalled over to us that he’d bought us a drink, we took ours and found an empty table leaving him at the bar.
“Michael and I have been having a few problems mum,” she said, “so I’ve taken a lover.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” I started to offer sympathy but she brushed it aside.
“It’s saved our marriage mum,” she went on. “I see him once or twice a week and stay over occasionally. Now things between Michael and I are brilliant again, we have a lot of fun when I tell him the things Paul and I do together.”
“So you’re not splitting up?”
“Oh no, Mum, far from it. We’re more in love than ever.”
“And are you sure Michael’s okay with it?”
“He loves it, Mum, he even helps me to get ready for my lover,” She was warming to her story then and lowered her voice. “Paul and I had a weekend away the other week, he bought me a rather special present for my birthday, something I’ve always wanted.”
Charlie returned then from the loo so I introduced them properly. They shook hands, but he was obviously uncomfortable, so he excused himself and went back over to sit with David.
“So come on then, tell me what he bought you. Underwear? A dress? What?”
“He hired an escort girl, Mum, she was gorgeous.”
“What, he did you both?”
“No, Mum.” She giggled. “Me and her got it on. It was fantastic! She started it off with a massage, a naked massage. God, I’m getting all tingly just thinking about it.”
“Does Michael know about it?”
“Oh yeah, I could hardly wait to tell him. He was like a man possessed, he did me three times that night. So, believe me, Mum, I do have an idea and I think you’re doing the right thing.”
Her phone pinged then and she looked down at it.
“He’s outside now, I’ve got to go, we’re staying at the Marriott overnight.”
“Karen darling, you’re like a bloody whirlwind. Slow down a bit.”
“No chance, Mum, I’ll see you soon.” she kissed me, dashed over to her dad and Charlie, kissed them both and flew out of the door!
“That whirlwind was our daughter,” I said to a bemused Charlie as I joined them at their table. “Hello, you.” I smiled at David and kissed him warmly.
“Ready for another drink? Charlie asked and went up to the bar.
“Well, how did it go? David asked.
“Fabulous,” I replied honestly, “absolutely brilliant.”
“Still staying the night?”
“Of course,” I smiled. “As long as you’re still all right with it.”
“I’m fine darling.” He grinned.”I just want you to enjoy yourself.”
“Oh, I am,” I said, “I certainly am.”
We stayed chatting for another few minutes then David said he was going home because he was tired.
“Have an early night darling,” I said and kissed him goodbye, he shook hands with Charlie and left us alone.
Moving in closer to Charlie, I put my hand on his thigh under the table, “I’m going to the ladies.” I grinned and then whispered, “To take my knickers off.”
“Do it here,” he whispered. So I did. It was a bit of a struggle but I managed it in the end and enjoyed the thrill of watching my lover wipe my panties all over his face!
“Ooh, Charlie,” I whispered,”that was so fucking sexy.”
“You’ll smell of my pussy.”
“I can think of worse things to smell of.”
“I want your cock in my mouth when we get back,” I said as he held my panties to his nose.
“Oh all right then,” he laughed, “If you insist.” He stood up then and took my hand,
“Come on then, it’s time for the numbers game.”
“Eh?”
“Think of a number between sixty-eight and seventy.”
“Ooh, yes. I’ll play that game all night.”
