My wife and I have had our ups and downs lately. They call it the seven-year itch, but we have only been married for five years. We married at thirty-four years of age for both of us. We are thirty-nine now and have not had time to keep our marriage going smoothly. But that is mostly my fault.
I am a Sales and Service Manager and a Branch Manager of a regional service company. I work long hours, from 6:00 am to 8:00 or 9:00 pm most days. I can only solve this problem once I hire a competent assistant.
Meanwhile, my wife feels neglected. She complains that I never touch her, but the truth is I don’t have the energy for an active sex life. She knows how much strain I am under, but she is a healthy young woman who needs a good fuck regularly. She is beautiful with a beautiful petite body. She is small-breasted but has legs to die for. She has long dark hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. Her skin is so soft and tans well. Her face is perfect, but she shows a few lines around her eyes and forehead. She could pass for twenty-five with her looks. I eat her out once every couple of weeks. I am not taking care of my marital duties. She needs some good loving. She has said she might find some sex with another man.
I was a little shocked at her remarks about finding some dick, but I soon realized that idea excited me. We talked about it, and I let her know I was good with the idea of her getting fucked. I gave her my permission to do what she wanted. She said she might find a sex partner. I asked her what she would like, but she said nothing about who or what.
She let me take a few pictures of her in her underwear, bra, panties, and bikini, but only one nude that I took of her when she had been bathing in a trout stream on one of our outings. I put some photos on my desk so my employees might see them. All the men commented on them in a noncommittal, non-aggressive way. They all liked the nude photo. I think some of them came to my office to see Karen’s naked picture. One of my salesmen, John, had a reputation as a lady’s man. After giving it a lot of thought, I approached John about fucking Karen.
“Hey John, take a look at this,” I said, showing him a picture of Karen in black panties, a bra, and then the nude. Tell me what you think.”
“Very sexy lady, he said. “You are a lucky man.”
“Yes, I am, John. You know she is hot to trot, as the old saying goes. Would you fuck her?”
“Oh, shit, You are too big a man. I don’t want to get beat to death. Don’t worry about me approaching her.”
“No, no, John. You don’t understand. I am trying to get you some good pussy. Karen has one of those snapper pussys. She is so tight. Do you want to fuck her?”
“Are you pulling my leg?”
“No, John. I have not been taking care of business at home. She needs a good fucking. I think she is ready for it. She has mentioned finding someone to fuck several times, and I told her it was OK with me if she got some strange cock.”
“Damn, Doug. I’d fuck her all night long if I could. How is this going to work?”
“Here is her phone number. You can call her any time or drop by the hospital where she works. I will get her to Mazzios at about 7:00 Sunday night. You can drop by, and I will introduce the two of you casually.”
“OK, that sounds like a plan.”
“After meeting her, you can call her and tell her you had me crying on your shoulder about my problem. Then, ask her out for a drink to discuss it. Or you could stop by the house and bring up the subject.”
“OK. I’ll do it.”
“If you whip that cock out and show her a hard one, she might drag you to bed.”
“I’ve got a big cock with a mushroom head. The girls like it.”
“So I have heard. I need one favor.”
“What do you need, Doug.”
“Put your phone on the dresser and record yourself fucking her. I want to see it happen.”
“OK,” John said. “I’ll see you all Sunday at 7:00.”
Sunday night, we met at Mazzios. John wandered in, and I made the introductions. We had good food and conversation for a few minutes until I called John Big Dick. Karen gave me a puzzled look as her eyes shifted between John and me. John laughed and said he couldn’t help it if he was born that way.
“Why do you call him that,” Karen asked.
“Because he has a big dick with a mushroom head,” I told her. “The women love him and his big dick.” Karen stared at John, picked up her glass, and drank all the wine. Her face was flushed.
“I need more wine, please.” I refilled her glass. She took another big drink. Looking at John, she asked him how big it was. He grinned at her and held up his index fingers, separated by several inches.
“About that long. The head is big, too. About this big around,” as he curled his thumb and index finger to demonstrate its ample circumference. Karen just stared.
The conversation continued through dinner. Karen didn’t take her eyes off John for the rest of the evening. John went to the men’s room before we left for home. When he returned, he had a hard-on imprinting his pants. It was evident to everyone just how big his cock was. He stood by the table and said his goodbyes. Kare stared at his hard cock, her face flushed with embarrassment and desire. I thought it was evident to everyone she wanted John’s cock.
After John said his goodbyes, we went home and went to bed. I was exhausted. I did wake up once to find Karen masturbating. She needed that cock.
Monday morning, John came to my office before seeing any customers. We discussed the event of the past evening. I told John that Karen couldn’t take her eyes off his cock when he returned to our table with an erection. I also told him about Karen waking me while she was masturbating and whispering his name. He thought she might be ready to get fucked. I told him I was sure of it. He asked if she had ever been with a black man before, and I told him no. That big black cock might be part of the attraction.
You should call her this morning. Since you are working close to the hospital, you could tell her how much you enjoyed meeting her last night and offer to buy her lunch. She eats in the cafeteria.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ll call before I leave the office.”
“OK, check in with me before you leave.” A little later, John stuck his head in my office door to tell me he had a lunch date. As the day wore on, I couldn’t get the image of John’s big cock turning my wife inside out.
Finally, John called me at about 4:00 pm to let me know I had to work late. He said he and my wife Karen had a date, and I had to work until at least 9:00 pm. John was going to keep her busy for four hours. He had bought Karen’s lunch and told her about our conversations. John told her I was distraught over not being able to love her like I should and had told him she might be looking for some no-strings-attached sex. He thought she was beautiful and sexy and deserved a good love life. He would be willing to help out if she wanted. She bought it, hook, line, and sinker.
I got home at about 9:30 that night. I walked in and smelled sex as soon as I closed the door. The house was a mess. I stripped to my underwear in the main bathroom before going to bed. The bedroom was a mess, and I smelled cum. The odor was strong. Karen was sleeping on her back, snoring. She looked exhausted. John must have fucked her all over the house. My dick got hard. I went to jerk off so I could sleep. I had a good cum imagining the images of John fucking Karen silly.
On Tuesday morning, John brought a video camera to my office. He asked me if I wanted to see the clips, and of course, I said yes. He closed my office door, turned on the camera, and handed it to me. It was amazing. John fucked my wife six times, and she orgasmed seven or eight times.
The first video showed Karen on her back, ass on the edge of the dining room table. John’s big black cock slowly plowed my wife’s pussy as she moaned in delight. That big thick cock sawed back and forth, looking as if it was turning her pussy inside out. She spasmed in orgasm and screamed. He kept fucking her hard, going balls deep in her. I could hear the slap of his thigh on her ass. He shoved her knees up beside her head, trying to get deeper into her cunt. She spasmed in orgasm again as he filled her with cum. He pumped her a few more times and stopped, buried in her. He slowly withdrew his cock, and I watched the cum flow from her pussy.
John picked her up and eased her off the table. He shoved down on her shoulders, guiding her to her knees. Karen looked up at him with a puzzled look on her face. John held her head and guided his cock to her mouth. He forced his still half-hard cock into her mouth, telling her to suck it. I was shocked. My wife had never sucked cock before.
“John, Karen has never sucked a cock before,” I told him.
“Well, she has now, and she is a good cocksucker.”
I watched intently as my wife sucked that cum laden black cock. She slid her lips over and sucked it like a baby sucking its thumb. She took more and more of his cock until she had over half of it in her mouth and gagged. She backed it out and tried again, gagging once more. John told her to stick her tongue out, and she did. The next time she went down, she had almost everything in her mouth.
I put my hand under the desk and rubbed my hard dick. John saw what I was doing.
“Watching that makes your dick hard, does it?”
“Hell, yes. I jacked off last night, too. All I could smell was fresh sex when I got home. There was cum on the dining room table, the floor, and the sofa. Our bedroom smelled like a whore house. All I could think of was you fucking the shit out of my wife.”
“You would be surprised at the number of white couples who like to bring a black man into their relationship. Maybe we should try a threesome sometime.”
“I am not too sure about that.” I handed him the camera and my laptop. “Download the videos to my computer for me. How many times did you fuck her?”
“She will be sore for a few days. I fucked her six times. We will do it again in a few days.”
