Monday 28th May 2018
Freddy’s black ass slipped lower and lower as he drove inch after inch of his fat cock further into Jill’s willing body. Each extra inch winning new and satisfied moans and whimpers of pleasure from my wife, as once again she enjoyed the feeling of being filled by a male much thicker and longer than her own husband.
Her arms were wrapped around Freddy’s thick and muscular black neck. Her pale skin forming a white band around his blackness, their lips locked together like a couple who’d known and loved each other for years. Their mouths each hungrily fighting for position and dominance, no subtlety or gentleness anywhere in sight.
As I looked on, more than anything in the world I wanted Jill to turn even for just a moment and acknowledge my presence. To look toward the camera as she remembered and thought of me. But she was too far down this new rabbit hole for this. Too far gone in her new and exciting world of pleasure that her new lover had transported her to.
This lack of connection both soured and excited me. That familiar high and low of the game we’d learned to play together this last half-year. Only this part was one I played only by myself. The bittersweet pain of exclusion and isolation as Jill frolicked and enjoyed her chosen male partner, the together part only happening later when she finally remembered me and came home. If she came home.
The fact that Jill gave no physical sign that she was thinking of anyone but the man between her legs caused extra cramps and pain in my gut. Just as inexplicably, it also caused my adrenaline glands to tingle as they kicked out an extra dose of the excitement high into my bloodstream. I wasn’t sure I’d ever really understand why I got off on this strange game – but after these last few months I no longer bothered denying to myself the power of both sides of the coin. Both the exhilarating excitement and the inevitable price to be paid; that toxic cocktail of doubt, pain, and fear.
As Freddy’s muscular black ass and hips settled into a steady and powerful rhythm I gave up hope that Jill would remember me anytime soon. Looking at her pleasure-infused face and listening to the soundtrack of moans and groans she was making, I knew she was only thinking of one man and that it was likely to stay that way for some time. She’d one-hundred-percent given herself over to the man who was sliding his long thick cock in and out of her womanly channel. Stimulating the walls of her pussy, rich with thousands of nerve endings, as he stretched her wide and touched the deep parts of her vagina I was unable to reach.
Even on that tiny phone screen, the look on her face and the sound of her cries and ragged breathing left an indelible mark on my memory. So different from when we’d made love these last few weeks, a woman responding to the most primal of urges. Giving herself over to the pleasure of being well fucked by a big cock. Well fucked by a young black man who she only knew in passing at the start of the evening.
Looking at the look on my wife’s face and the sounds she was making I felt a deep realization that the last few weeks had just been a temporary aberration. That neither she nor I were able to resist the excitement of the new life we’d discovered these last months. Jill had only made the most cursory of attempts to seek my blessing before allowing herself to be seduced by our young black neighbor.
A guy twenty years younger than me who only lived a matter of yards away from us. A horny and unattached young guy who would be readily available to Jill whenever I was away on business. Or even just working late in the office. A young guy who’d most likely have to fight off the competition from his two housemates when they realized what he was getting and what they’d inevitably want a piece of.
These deep and confusing thoughts about the future were pushed to the back of my mind as Freddy started to work up a real head of steam. His slow, deep strokes starting to get faster and faster as each time I heard the slap of his groin hitting Jill’s hips, a sharp intake of breath and a squeal of delight greeting each time Freddy’s big cock reached the extremities of my wife’s pussy. His black hands firmly holding her hips and holding her in place, in case she tried to escape from the pounding he was starting to give her.
But there was not the slightest sign that Jill wanted to escape from the vigorous and pleasurable seeing to that Freddy was giving her. Instead, she spread her legs as wide as she could, offering herself to him as if the last four weeks had magnified her hunger for another man a thousand times over. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted to better try and control her breathing, seemingly concentrating and trying to savor every feeling and emotion she was feeling.
Her breasts were jumping and bumping with every deep and sudden thrust she received from that big black cock, except for the times they were held and milked by Freddy’s big hands, as if he were actually trying to draw milk from the breasts that had nursed our children decades ago.
Freddy contented himself with the purely physical enjoyment and exploration of Jill for several long minutes. Satisfied with nothing more than the sight of my wife beneath him, the feel of her pussy wrapped tight around his cock and the soft ripeness of her full breasts in his squeezing hands.
But then I saw something change in him as he leaned in and kissed Jill, stroking her face and whispering something to her I couldn’t hear. Jill’s eyes opening in response, showing a look of confusion and submissiveness.
Before my confusion developed any further, I saw Freddy pull back and away and the forgotten and neglected figure of Josh take his place between Jill’s still spread and welcoming thighs. Jill didn’t make the slightest effort to close her legs or deny Freddy’s housemate access to the most intimate part of her body. Before I had a chance to think any more, I was taking in the fact that if anything Josh’s cock was a little larger than Freddy’s.
Before I lost the chance to estimate its size as it was sunk inch after black inch into Jill’s body. My wife’s only reaction being to pull Josh’s head down so they could share a passionate kiss, while her legs responded by wrapping themselves tightly around the back of her new man.
It was as if there was a seamless change. One minute Freddy’s big cock plumbing the depths of Jill’s body. Barely ten seconds later, Josh’s cock inserted deep and providing the same service to my moaning and happy wife. Two different cocks, same action, same result, same pleasure. Jill seemed oblivious to whose cock it was, as long as she had one or other black cock stretching her and bumping against the entrance to her womb she was a satisfied woman. Her earlier holiday blues seemingly long forgotten. What do they say? Happy wife, happy life. At least a happy life for that wife.
Watching Jill and Josh kissing and making love, part of my mind went back to that night back in November when Jill had eagerly allowed Rocco and Chris to share her body for most of the evening. The parallels and similarities were obvious and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was what Jill now needed to keep her satisfied. That one man alone, whether me or even Chris, was no longer enough to satisfy her. That what had started as a one-off with Rocco and Chris was to become the new normal within our marriage.
The other part of my mind concentrated on the here and now. Taking an almost clinical interest in the differences and similarities between Freddy and Josh, and the reaction he was causing in my wife. About the same age and both spending most of the day active in the gym as sports coaches, they both had well-developed muscular bodies. But the bald Josh was a slight shade lighter and just a little taller and wider than Freddy.
Jill didn’t seem to care about the differences. She was happy just to kiss the new man who’d taken possession of her body, moaning and sighing with similar pleasure. Not surprising as Josh’s muscular ass was weaving a similar magic as Freddy’s had, spearing his thick manhood into the parts of Jill’s pussy that gave her maximum pleasure. And like women since the dawn of time, Jill was letting her mate know just how good he felt, encouraging him so she’d receive her dual rewards of more pleasure and his virile DNA shot deep into her womb.
Just for a moment, I pulled back, turning away from the phone screen and looking at the mirror on the wall in my hotel room. Contemplating my own face, trying to decipher the expression that stared back at me. A face that was a contorted mix of lust, worry, and fear of the unknown. A face that I knew would soon turn back to the narcotic that was occupying that little five-inch screen. The narcotic that had turned me and Jill back into pleasure-seeking junkies barely four weeks after we’d convinced ourselves that we were happily reformed addicts.
I took a few seconds longer to look into my own face, wondering who and what the man looking at me truly was. Finally, I gave up and gave in to the need to turn my eyes back to the scene playing out on that tiny screen. My ears tuning in once again to Jill’s moans of pleasure and encouragement. Her response to the virile man between her thighs, driving his manhood in and out of her with confident and practiced ease.
Even as I watched his shiny cock pistoning in and out, a new thought entered my mind. About how different this was to what I’d seen all those times before. There was no feeling or emotion here. This was raw and physical. Almost animalistic. Two young black athletes sharing a beautiful older white woman as they might share a takeaway or a six-pack of beer. Cocky and confident in their ability to please her, taking turns as they played a game and satisfied their own lusts in a way they knew was guaranteed to make their new friend eager for a repeat performance.
As if by some magical telepathic thread, the mood and behavior of Jill’s new partner started changing. His hips and ass still working their magic, he gave Jill one last deep and soulful kiss before pulling back, causing Jill’s eyes to open wide in confused surprise. Even through the small screen, I was able to see a mischievous and wicked grin appear on his face.
“You lovin’ this, Jill? Your first taste of black meat?” He asked of my naked and well-fucked wife.
“Mmmm,” came Jill’s simple but clear response, her hand going behind Josh’s neck to try and pull him back into their kiss.
“Better than all those little white cocks?” he grinned, his ass now slowed to tease Jill and encourage the answer he wanted.
No answer from Jill – silence showing her loyalty to me, or more likely her memories of Chris and Daryl.
A single soft kiss on her lips, his hips still at the top of his stroke, fully out and denying Jill what she wanted. “Come on, girl. Give it up. Tell me and Freddy the truth, or we might just go home and take our big black cocks with us. Leaving you cold, frustrated and lonely. Tell us what you prefer – a little white cock or our big black cocks?”
There was a strange moment where silence descended on the room and Jill and Josh’s eyes were just locked together, in some type of battle of wills. Josh determined to make Jill submit and Jill trying her best not to give in. This wasn’t about the words being said and heard, it was a more basic battle with Josh wanting Jill to give in and give an outward submission to her new lovers. A submission that I’d hear and that the three of them would also know and remember.
Jill and Josh just looked at each other, his cock still only an inch or so in her pussy, his hips wiggling to entice her, his smile teasing her with the game he was playing. Jill was still silent and Josh just grinned, gently kissing her nose and lifting his hips a tiny bit backward so Jill was now empty.
Jill’s expression changed, the look of proud resistance weakening as still looking at Josh she slightly lowered her gaze. “Okay, yes, I agree. I love your big black cocks.”
The first crack was there. Josh smiled and pressed in for the kill, not satisfied with Jill’s half-answer.
“Good girl. And you love them more than all those little white cocks?”
Guilty at what she was about to say Jill lowered her voice. “Yes, more than little white cocks.”
Josh was on a roll, determined to leave no shred of self-respect or hiding place for Jill. “And did Chris have a little white cock?”
“No.”
“What about Daryl?”
“No.”
“What about your old boyfriend, Callan?”
A short delay before she again answered in the negative.
Josh’s grin got wider. “Well, that only leaves the man you love then, your loving husband Dave. Does he have a small white cock?”
The look of resistance reappeared on Jill’s face. Josh’s response to give her the fix she needed, driving his big black cock back all the way into her body, kissing her and squeezing a tit for good measure. They shared several delicate butterfly kisses as he gave her two or three slow and languid lengths of his thick cock. All together causing Jill’s look of resistance to soften as she gave herself to him all over again.
“It’s okay, Jill. It’s okay to say it. We know Dave likes it when you’re a bit naughty… when you tell him he’s not got what it takes… that other guys do, and that they can do you better…”
Josh leaned down and kissed Jill’s nose again, whispering something in her ear before turning and looking directly at the camera.
“Hey, Dave. You didn’t think we’d forgotten you, did you? People love to talk, and don’t feel embarrassed, we know what rocks your boat. Like thousands of other white husbands all over the country, you love to know your sweet little wifey is getting something she can’t get at home. Something bigger and better. And you like it even more when she teases you and tells you all about it. And well, if that bigger and better toy is something bigger, and better and blacker, well that’s even better. Right?”
He turned back to Jill and leaned close to her once again, kissing her lips this time before again whispering in her ear.
I’d thought that Jill was about to speak. To give it up as Josh had requested and tell her what she preferred more. But instead, I saw Josh lift his weight from between her legs and help her to her feet.
As she started walking gingerly towards the camera, I could see she was wobbly on her feet from the hard fucking first Freddy and then Josh had given her. Her skin was flushed red in several places and she had a look on her face that mixed contentment and embarrassment.
As she walked towards me her full and shapely breasts swung in time with her stride, her long brown hair framing her beautiful face and reminding me of what a lucky man I was to be married to someone like Jill.
Josh and Freddy joined her, one either side of her as she stood just a few feet from the camera.
Jill looked straight at the camera, a strange and conflicted look on her face as she reached out to wrap her fingers around the two very swollen and very large penises which flanked her on either side.
I don’t know what Josh had whispered into her ear, but there was a strange calmness and authority in her voice as she stared at me with a serious look on her face.
“Dave, honey. This is your call. Josh, Freddy and me all know what you and I have been through the last few weeks and months. They’re good guys and yes, they want more than anything else right now to fuck me from here to kingdom come. But they’re not going to do anything, we’re not going to do anything unless we have your approval, Dave, honey.”
Jill’s serious look cracked slightly as a smile of anticipation and desire appeared, her hands struggling to encircle the girth of the two cocks she was holding, but nonetheless taking care to stroke them to keep them fully hard.
“What do you think, honey? Do you want to watch while these two young hunks fuck me all night? Do you want to watch while they stretch me out and take me hard and deep with those big black cocks of theirs? Would it excite you to hear me call out their names and tell them how good they are? How I love their big black cocks? Better than little white cocks?”
I knew what was coming next. After months of this game, Jill and I both knew what was coming next. We both wanted to hear it and not hear it – knowing that Jill’s next words and my response to it would seal the route for the rest of the night and possibly for the next few weeks and months.
The look of lust had been joined by a teasing, semi-taunting on the normally beautiful features of my wife. Her hands still stroking the two black stallions so they were ready for when I gave my answer. “What do you think, Dave, honey? Do you want to see me take two black guys much bigger than you? Younger and fitter. To feel them stretch me and reach places you can’t?”
Jill had said her piece. Her expression told me she was done. That she’d say nothing else until she heard something from me. Her only action the continued stroking of the two male members that she planned to spend the night with. If her absent and loving confirmed what we both knew in our hearts, and gave her permission to continue the game that was transforming our lives.
Through the marvels of technology and the twelve-megapixel camera in Jill’s phone both of us were able to see each other’s faces with pin-sharp resolution. Jill seeing the glassy-eyed look in my face and my Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as I swallowed, moistened my mouth and tried to get my mouth to make sound.
I was trying to speak before I even knew what I was going to say. Happy for the moment to just make a barely comprehensible barking noise, progress from earlier when my throat had been totally useless.
“Jill,” I managed to bark out, just about understandable despite the trouble I was having. “Jill, honey, I’m as confused as hell. Just like you are, I guess. I feel on cloud nine, watching you. But I’m afraid. Afraid after what happened with Chris.”
I paused and Jill and I shared a moment. Our eyes locked together, two souls locked together considering and trying to decide on life-changing events.
“Honey, I trust you. And I can see how much you want this. Last time, despite everything, you came back to me. And last time you made me a promise. Make me the same promise and I’ll let you do whatever you want with Josh and Freddy. Give me the promise I need and you can fuck their big black cocks every minute of every day until I come home.”
Jill’s look melted my heart. It was a look of pure honesty and pure love. Two souls understanding each other perfectly. Jill recognizing both my fear and my trust in her. Trusting that if she made me a promise, she’d keep it, just as she’d done before. However close to the edge and close to disaster we’d skirted. Before she remembered us and came home.
“Of course, baby. You know it’s only you I love like that. Of course, I’ll always come home. I promise you that whatever happens I’ll never leave you.”
No more words were needed. The deal was sealed. I had Jill’s promise, and she had my permission to do what we wanted with these two black hunks.
Seeing her standing there, full breasts softly rising and falling with her breathing as she stroked the two throbbing male members on either side of her, I couldn’t help but think how far our lives had changed since that barbeque last summer when I’d watched Callan, Craig and Byron behaving like three rutting stags as they vied for her attention. Since we’d spoken to our swinger friends Liam and Jess and slowly tried a toe in a lifestyle which had then spun out of control. Here we were, a mature married couple with three grown kids and a grandchild on the way, and behind closed doors, we were living a debauched lifestyle that would have shocked many of our family and friends.
What do they say, ‘never judge a book by its cover?’ No-one looking at Jill dressed in her work suit or shopping at the mall would guess that she was the kind of woman who allowed herself to be bedded, fucked and ravished by two black guys more than a decade younger than her. Happily giving herself over to be pleasured by their big cocks, screaming out her pleasure and telling her voyeur husband how much better they were than him.
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The deal sealed, Jill gave herself over totally to the new experience she was about to have with Josh and Freddy. Turning first to Josh to kiss him, then to Freddy as a sign that now she had my permission they were the center of her world and would remain so except for the odd occasion when she’d remember me and look towards the camera and tell me how wonderful her two new lovers were. How much bigger and better they were. How virile, how amazing they felt inside her. How the color of their skin and the size of their muscles excited her.
But these were just small parts of the evening. For the most part, Jill was totally focused on our two black neighbors as they led her upstairs to our bedroom and had their way with her.
The battery of Jill’s iPhone lasted better than I expected and so for the next three hours I was treated to the spectacle of Jill’s sexual experiences entering a new plane. She’d been with two men twice before, but this seemed different. The color thing was part of it. There was an undeniable extra frisson of excitement and eroticism watching my beautiful white wife with two black men. Interracial sex is a taboo that runs deep in most societies and in the subconscious, and the mixed-race thing just added further fuel to the burning inferno of Jill being with others, and others in the plural.
And Josh and Freddy weren’t slow to play the race card. There was plenty of ‘trash talking’. Telling Jill what a little white slut she was. How their big black cocks would stretch her out. How she’d never want any little white cocks again, that she’d be hooked on black after they’d finished with her.
And Jill played her part fully, responding to their wordplay. Telling them and me how much better they were. How much bigger and how they could have her anytime they wanted.
Josh and Freddy might have been semi-drunk at the start of the evening, but the pleasures offered by Jill’s lovely body soon sobered them up and over the next few hours they managed to fuck Jill multiple times. And compared to Jill’s only experience like this before, I got the sense that Josh and Freddy had worked this double-act on many a girl before.
Some of the time, one of them was content to just watch or recover, but for much of the time, they worked as a two-person to ring orgasm after orgasm from my besotted wife. Whatever position they’d placed Jill in, one of them would fuck Jill while the other would take up position by her head and fuck her face in time with the fucking their friend was giving her pussy.
More than once as I watched them work her in this way, I wondered if they’d push things and try and take her ass and pussy at the same time. But they never pushed things that far, happy just to alternate between her mouth and pussy during the times they chose to share her.
If this makes it sound like Jill was a passive party to this, just letting them use her body and do as they wished with her, then I’m giving the wrong impression. Jill was a very willing and a very happy and active participant in the sex marathon that took place that night in our bedroom.
Having asked and received my approval, it was like some kind of mental handbrake had been released and she was now able to more freely enjoy the attentions of her two black lovers and all the things they wanted to do to her body. I lost track of how many times she came as they fucked her in virtually every position the human mind can dream up, and a few which I’d never seen and which seemed to defy physics.
Whichever position they placed her in, Jill was keen and eager. She enjoyed them all, seemingly with no favorites. For my part, two particular scenes made a particular impression and stayed with me for many days afterward. The first time when Freddy placed Jill side-on to the camera, kneeling on the bed facing away from the headboard. He placed her so her head was just at the end of the bed, in the perfect position for his buddy Josh to slip his big cock into Jill’s warm and welcoming mouth. As Josh gently but firmly placed his hands on either side of Jill’s head and filled her mouth with his cock, Freddy inserted himself deep in my wife and soon fucked her from behind as if there was no tomorrow.
The scene was hugely erotic for me. A unique mix of different elements. The savage and machine-like thrusting of Freddy’s long thick cock and how I saw and heard my wife’s excited response to each and every thrust. Sometimes her response limited to a moan or a sigh or a facial expression telling me how great it felt. But at least twice her reaction was out of control as her tits looked extra sexy as they swung to and fro through the intensity of her orgasm. All the time Josh still firmly holding her face and using her mouth like a second pussy.
For me, the only other scene that approached this in terms of eroticism was when Freddy decided to show Jill just how strong he was. That despite being a little smaller than Josh, he had the muscle and stamina to pick Jill’s five-foot-six frame up in the air, position her just a little above his throbbing cock and then let her slide down until she was fully impaled on his big cock.
With this being only the start of the experience for both Jill and me, as for the best part of ten minutes, he bounced my beautiful wife up and down his meat. Letting gravity do the job better than before, lifting her up before letting gravity force his cock fast and deep as far into her body as she was able to accommodate him. Repeating this time after time, both him and me loving the ecstatic reaction he was getting from Jill.
Her big breasts were bouncing up and down with a beauty and eroticism I found bewitching. Barely able to take my eyes off her and her heaving bosoms as she enjoyed two more climaxes before Freddy finally tired, placing Jill gently on the bed so that his friend could take over.
Josh and Freddy were both very well-endowed, fit and strong lovers. But even they had semi-human weakness and the three of them had to take a couple of breathers. And each time they rested up either Jill or one of the guys would take the lead in talking to me through our continuing FaceTime call.
The first time they stopped, it was Jill who smiled. “Dave, honey. Are you having a good time? Maybe not as good a time as me,” she teased. “But I hope you’re enjoying watching.”
I’m pretty sure the distance from Jill to the screen was too far for her to see the expression on my face, but I just about managed to splutter in the affirmative. Jill just grinned and blew me a kiss.
During their next breather, it was Josh who did the honors. “Hey, Dave, man. I have to say your wife’s got a sweet pussy. Me and Freddy are real glad that dope Chris checked out so we could get a taste of Jill’s sweet little body. She’s a real princess and we’ll be happy to keep her supplied with big black cock as long as she needs feeding. And man, don’t take this the wrong way, but from what I can see she’s got quite the taste for it. I’m betting she’ll be open for business anytime me and Freddy are feeling a bit horny. You know what they say, once you go black.”
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I nearly lost track of how many times Josh and Freddy each fucked Jill and how often they came in her and how often she climaxed with them. Pacing themselves with their occasional rest periods, in the end, it wasn’t their cocks that failed, it was the battery in Jill’s iPhone. Because about three hours after their love marathon started the picture died.
I had a pretty good idea of what had happened, and when I called Jill’s phone and got no answer at all, I knew exactly what had happened. I toyed with ringing our landline and asking them to plug in the power, but looking at the clock I saw it was already midnight for me, meaning it was three in the morning for Jill and the guys back in Miami.
I reckoned they’d surely not go on much longer and suddenly the thought of my tomorrow reared its ugly head. A day that would start at eight a.m. sharp with a meeting with a very angry client who was refusing to pay for a project and was threatening to take us to court and sue us for what they deemed inaccurate and sub-standard work. The events of the last few hours had allowed me to push these thoughts right out of my head, but knowing the meeting was now only eight hours away I couldn’t push the thoughts away any longer.
A big part of me desperately wanted to speak to Jill before I slept. But another equally strong part of me got a strange buzz out of leaving her alone with her two new lovers. Denying myself the comfort and reassurance of hearing her voice and hearing her tell me she loved me. I could have rung the landline to hear that voice, but in the end, I added the final layer to the night’s games by heading to bed without the safety blanket of a goodnight call with the woman I loved.
The woman who was at that moment in bed with our two well-endowed black neighbors, enjoying the heightened pleasure that they could give her over and above her fifty-one-year-old slightly shop-soiled husband. Does that make me sound overly sorry for myself? Maybe, maybe not. But I’ve always prided myself on a sense of realism and self-awareness.
I had the true comfort and reality of knowing how much Jill loved me. But I was also honest enough to realize that while I was away on the other side of the country, Josh and Freddy were showing my wife a far better time in bed than I could. And this was the thought that gave me that dizzying and frightening mix of fear and pleasure.
As I tossed and turned that night before finally falling asleep, a small part of my brain worried about the big client meeting tomorrow. But a bigger part of my brain was focused on the ups and downs I suspected this new part of Jill and my marriage would lead to. At least one good thing – what had seemed a huge problem with the client now occupied my brain much less.
(Thanks to cbears52 for his continuing help editing.)
