He had fucked her three times in quick succession once inside her home. There was no preamble as he dropped his luggage on the floor by the front door. “Where’s the bedroom?” Were his first words after she closed the door behind them.
She kissed him and he held her for a few seconds before asking again. “Bedroom?”
She got the message, as well as a slap on the bottom as she turned and moved towards the stairs. He was already undressing before he got to the bedroom. She watched him tug the rest of his clothes off and then stood still as he stripped her. There wasn’t much to remove anyway; a pink button down dress and a white see through bra. Her matching panties were somewhere in the car, having been made to remove them before they set off from the airport car park for home.
He pushed her back onto the bed and nuzzled his face between her thighs. “Mmmm, coochie juice,” he exclaimed. “Been waiting for this a long, long time.”
Orgasms flowed driving her into a state of delirium before he mounted her. Pushing her legs up into the air, he drove hard and fast into her. She looked up at him and saw that look again; that leer-like smile with lust in his eyes. He was using her again; using her for his sexual satisfaction. He was only interested in her coochie. Ginny was in heaven.
He fucked her twice more afterwards before they fell asleep. She woke before him. Charles was lying on his back uncovered and she was tempted to take him in her mouth. She was tempted to rouse him again; resurrect his manhood and mount him but he was in a deep sleep. It would be a shame to wake him.
She couldn’t sleep much longer so she got up, showered and dressed again. Then she went and made some coffee before speaking to Sean. It was lunch time and he could talk. He wanted a blow by blow account and she gave it to him. She even told him about Charles pulling back her dress as she drove along the motorway and touching her. She also told him about the lorry driver that nearly drove into them as he looked down from his cab at them. Ginny had tried to close her legs but Charles pushed them wide apart and played with her as the driver looked down, open mouthed, at her.
A few hours later she heard Charles moving about in the bedroom above and went up to him but he had already found the shower.
“Sleep well?” She asked him as he reached her.
He smiled. “Yeah, I was kind of tired.”
She kissed him. “Jet lag.”
He put his arm around her and reached down to feel under her dress. “You retrieved your panties then?”
She laughed. “Yes, they were lying on the back seat of the car. I just hope that no one saw them.”
He laughed as he began to hook his thumbs inside the waistband of them. His cock was starting to harden against her. “Have I made the bed in vain?” She asked him.
He shook his head. “Not this one, at least.” He told her.
“Sean’s bed?”
He nodded.
Ginny took him by the hand and led him away. Fifteen minutes later the first wet patch had been formed on the mauve sheet and a further twenty minutes later another one had been made but even wetter this time and spread wider. Charles smiled and then made her sit up. “Let’s get it as wet as possible for him.”
Ginny felt his cum oozing from her as she sat up with knees raised against her chest. “You quite like cuckolding don’t you?” she said as she reached for his erection. “You enjoy the humiliation part of it.”
He smiled as his fingers reached between her legs. Ginny sighed as they penetrated her.
“The cuckold enjoys it too,” he offered. “They like the humiliation. Sean will lie here tonight and feel the wetness. It will be uncomfortable but his mind will run riot as he thinks about how it got there.”
Ginny reached for his growing erection. “I… I don’t want Sean hurt,” she told him. “I love him and I will only go as far as he is willing to go.”
He kissed her, “That’s fine with me,” he responded. “It’s just a case of seeing how far he will go.”
“And how far is far?”
He thought for a moment. “There’s only one ultimate act in my book and I have yet to accomplish that.”
“And that is?”
Charles’s hand moved to her belly and began to rub. It took her a few moments before she understood.
“You don’t mean…”
He nodded.
Th… that’s some… “
“I know,” he cut in. “It’s the ultimate, having your Bull make you pregnant.”
“But you’re… “
“Black, I know” Charles cut in again. “It’ll be like having the word ‘Cuckold’ written across his forehead. And as for you… well.”
Ginny gasped.
“Everyone will know you’ve been fucking a black guy.”
“I don’t think Sean would want to go that far.”
“And you?”
Ginny looked at him. That look was back in his eyes again and his cock was fully hard now. She felt a surge of sexual excitement inside. Charles would love to make her pregnant, she knew that. There would be no stopping him if she gave him her consent. She could just imagine the constant fucking she would get until the deed was done.
“It… it would have to be Sean’s decision,” she told him. “It’s his right to be the father of my children.”
Ginny nodded as his fingers returned to her sex and slipped inside her.
“But would you grant me that privilege if Sean was okay with it?”
She didn’t need to respond, it was self evident. She reached for his hardness. “Please fuck me.”
Charles emitted a deep groan and reached for her thighs to pull her back down into the bed. Ginny’s thighs instinctively opened very wide to take him. Ten minutes later another wet patch was made in Sean’s bed.
Sean was eager to get home from work and didn’t hang around when work time finished.
“You’ve been busy.” he said as he slipped his hand under her skirt. “You’re knickers are wet too.”
She kissed him. “I know, Charles has been… very attentative, shall we say?”
She thought about mentioning her earlier conversation with Charles but decided against it, besides, there were other priorities. “I’ve put some fresh towels in the bathroom for you,” she told him. “I thought we could all go out to eat, perhaps a Chinese?”
Sean nodded in approval and grabbed her hand to hold it against his bulge.
“I’ll tuck you into bed tonight and take care of you then.”
Sean was disappointed but he realised that they were probably both quite hungry.
On holiday it meant nothing for the three of them to be seen out together. It had been a common sight to see a black male accompanying a white couple; neither had it been unusual to see the wife holding hands with the black male. Cuckolding was unashamedly on public display. Ginny had held Charles’s hand; they had also kissed in public and when no one else was looking they had touched each other. It was different now though. It was Sean’s hand that Ginny held. This was their hometown and everything would have to be done behind closed doors.
When they got back home Sean went off to the bathroom and on his return Ginny was kneeling on kitchen floor in front of Charles. His trousers and pants were around his ankles and he was clutching a handful of her blond hair as she sucked on his cock. She didn’t look up at him as she enjoyed Charles’s cock but Charles did. He looked at him and smiled. It was a look that told him Ginny was his; a look that said ‘your wife belongs to me.’ Sean nodded to him and walked away accepting his cuckold status.
Sean had pulled back the bedclothes before they had left and the bed, and though still damp, had dried out a bit. Sean climbed in naked and thought about the two of them downstairs. He knew they would fuck soon and sure enough it wasn’t long before he heard their footsteps on the stairs. He heard their bedroom door open but was then surprised to hear Ginny’s steps coming down the hallway. She came to keep her promise to tuck him in.
She leaned over and kissed him. Sean could taste Charles’s maleness on her lips.
“You’re going to bed now?”
Ginny smiled and nodded. “Going to get fucked by Charles in a few minutes,” she told him as she reached under the duvet and took hold of his erection. “You are okay with that aren’t you?”
How could he say no?
She leaned over and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock. “He’s nice and hard now,” she informed him. “All ready for my coochie.”
Sean groaned.
“We shouldn’t disturb you when we fuck,” she teased as she began to stroke him. “You shouldn’t be able to hear me scream from this far away.”
Sean groaned very loudly as she gripped him tighter.
“Your sleep should be undisturbed when we fuck during the night.”
Sean screamed out as his cum began to fill her mouth.
Ginny held him close for a few minutes and then gave him one final kiss before pulling the duvet fully over him. “Night, night. Sleep tight,” she said as she waived before closing the bedroom door.
Sean heard her walk back to her bedroom and heard the door close. He could imagine Charles lying naked in bed waiting for her. Lying on his side of the bed waiting for Ginny to join him. Watching her undress; watching her strip down to her stockings and suspenders and climb into bed beside him.
Sean strained his ears trying to pick up the faintest of sounds of their fucking but he could hear very little from his room. He got out of bed and quietly opened his door; he could hear some sounds now. Sean crept further down the hallway, the sounds got louder now. As he reached their bedroom door he could hear the sound of the bed creaking, they were fucking now. He was fucking her slowly; the sounds from the bed told him that. He had watched them on honeymoon. Charles sometimes liked to start off fucking slowly; hard but slow thrusts allowing Ginny to enjoy a string of orgasms before building up to a harder and faster fuck to achieve his own orgasm. He had seen him do it on honeymoon; fuck his bride slowly and then finish her off with a fast and furious pounding.
He could hear Ginny’s voice now. “Harder, harder,” she was calling out.
“What’s that baby?”
“Harder Charles,” she called out. “Please fuck me harder.”
Sean had not heard this on honeymoon when he had watched them. He had not heard her talk this way before. Now he knew why she had made him sleep at the end of the corridor in a bedroom too far away to listen in.
Suddenly there was a loud cry from her and an increase of the creaking sounds from the bed.
“This what you want baby? This the fucking you want?”
Ginny was screaming out ‘Yes’ now. Screaming out swear words; shouting out obscenities, crying out Charles’s name. Sean stood there and heard their enjoyment of their final orgasms and then walked quietly away. He felt wetness on his thigh as he closed his bedroom door behind him and realised that there was precum seeping from his erection. Grabbing a handful of tissue paper from the box on the bedside cabinet beside him he wiped himself and climbed into bed to masturbate.
Ginny’s words reverberated through his mind as he stroked himself. He could imagine Charles’s hard, thick black cock driving in and out of her. He had seen it before; watched it before. He had sat behind them as they fucked and watched Charles’s balls slam against her bottom as he fucked her hard. She had screamed then; she had cried out as well but not like she had done a few minutes ago when fucking Charles without his presence.
He was coming now. Thinking about them fucking as he masturbated was making him moan softly and then he thought about Charles cumming deep inside Ginny. In his mind he could see Charles looking up at their wedding photograph resting on the cabinet at Ginny’s side of the bed, just like he said he would do. Sean cried out as he climaxed.
