Neighborly

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My wife and I spent the first couple years of our marriage living under my parents roof. As anyone in that predicament would tell you the situation was less than ideal. The only saving grace was that my parents weren't especially nosy, and the house itself was large enough to offer us at least a sliver of privacy. It never caused any major problems between us, but our intimacy definitely took a backseat because of it. I really began focusing on progressing my career and getting us out of there. As luck would have it, I finally landed a big promotion I was aiming for and we moved into a relatively high end apartment downtown. It was closer to my finance office and my wife was also closer to the daycare she worked at.

I met Ashley during our last year at University. My roommate at the time introduced us and it wasn't long before we began dating. I still remember the first time she walked into the room. To say that my wife is gorgeous is somewhat of an understatement. Ashley is built like a sex pot. She has long dark hair with blueish gray eyes that compliment her porcelain pale skin color. Her face has been described as classically beautiful, featuring a distinctly feminine bone structure and pouty lips. She stands roughly 5'-5" tall and has it where it counts. She's blessed with large natural D cup breasts and a plump ass that is incredibly tight despite it's larger than average size. When you combine all of that with a very slender frame and a slim stomach it's almost as if her womanly assets defy the laws of physics. During that last year away at school I had sex with her every chance I could, sometimes two or even three times a day. You couldn't separate the two of us, and I think that's part of the reason she agreed to move home with me after we graduated. I proposed to her only a few short weeks after graduation, and we were married soon thereafter.

My name is John, as I already mentioned I work in finance - basically brokering trades or helping upper middle class people with investments, the usual kind of dollars and cents business. I guess I'm what you would consider an attractive guy, about 5'-10" with masculine features and up until recently, I was very much in shape. The stress of the move and the more intensive hours that came along with my promotion had yielded an unfortunate byproduct of 20 unsightly pounds, but I planned to work those away once things settled back down.

Even though I was a decent enough looking guy - my friends, and plenty of co-workers, were never shy of informing me that I married up. "Wow. That's your wife?" was a comment I had heard countless times. I really couldn't complain, even though I felt a pang of annoyance by these sorts of remarks I also beamed with pride. Most men, and I mean ninety-nine percent of men, would love to say Ash was their wife. Without question I lucked out, and sometimes I still pinch myself when I roll over in bed and see her laying next to me.

One of the reasons the move was such a positive was the obvious potential to revitalize our sex life. Now don't get me wrong, we did find our moments to make love living under my parents roof, but it went without saying that us having a place of our own would lead to more freedom in the bedroom. I hadn't thrown Ashley down on the couch in the middle of the day since college, and I looked forward to spicing things up again.

I was day dreaming about the possibilities when the phone rang in my small office, which I had newly acquired via promotion.

"John Morefield." I answered in my usual professional tone.

"It's me baby." my wife replied.

I smiled at the sound of her voice "Sorry babe, no caller ID yet - what's up?" I made a mental note to get the IT department in to finalize my office install.

"I was just wondering when you'd be home. I'm making a nice meal to celebrate us finally having our own place." My wife was a bit traditional when it came to gender roles. Don't get me wrong, she was progressive minded when it came to social issues, science, race, and things related to world outlook - but she loved to cook and clean. She was talented in the kitchen and would often be the one who cooked dinner when we were back at my parents place. If I'm being honest, I think even my mom was a bit jealous of her skills as a chef.

"Shouldn't be too late tonight, maybe around six-thirty. Let me run though I need to send something out to a client, love you."

"Love you too." The call snapped me out of my day dream and I resumed typing an overdue memo. A few minutes had passed when my cellphone buzzed from within my suit jacked. I reached in and pulled it out. As I glanced down at the screen my heart nearly skipped a beat. I was greeted by a naughty picture of big breasts that were ill-contained within a lace black and red bra. It didn't take long for me to realize that Ashley had just 'sexted' me a picture of her tits, something she had never done before. Accompanying the image was a subtext that read "Don't be late." I immediately felt my dick stiffen from within my slacks. I quickly adjusted myself before replying "On the way!"

I slammed my laptop closed and headed out the door.

Even though the drive home was technically only five minutes long it felt like an eternity. When I finally unlocked the door to the apartment and walked inside I was greeted by an erotic sight. It was dark despite it only being late afternoon, Ashley had closed the curtains. Candles littered our spacious living room, my eyes scanned the space before falling upon my wife. She was laying face down on our new plush couch, ass up in the air. My jaw nearly dropped at the sight of it. Her ass was prominently on display, as was her pussy, clit concealed by her luscious mound. The combination of her supple ass and sex was framed in almost artistically by a lace red and black undergarment. My dick immediately strained. I tossed off my jacket and instinctively began unbuckling my pants. Ashley looked back at me smiling devilishly, but she didn't say a word. This was hot, really hot - we never did anything like this.

I ripped my shirt off and basically jumped out of my pants, completely undressing in record time. I could hear her giggling from the couch. I approached my wife completely naked, my rock hard dick jutting outwards as I reached out and finally grabbed her ass.

"Fuck yes... look at this sexy thing." I spoke in a gritty tone, fueled by lust.

She wiggled it in response, lace skirt swaying. "You like? I bought the outfit today... and a few others."

"It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen." I pulled the skirt up, exposing the entirety of her lily white bottom. I slapped my palm down on her right cheek hard as I positioned the head of my dick at the folds of her sex. She moaned in response, arching her head back in anticipation.

"Fuck me baby... I've been waiting all day." her request was a whine, a whisper.

I gently thrust forward, entering my wife. The warmth and tightness of her sex sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. It didn't take long before I was pumping away with full speed. Ashley was moaning softly in response, gripping the couch cushion as I pounded her. I looked down as her large ass bounced back and forth, consuming the view of my dick upon collision.

I wasn't exactly small in the genitalia department, my dick was almost six and a half inches in length, and it had decent girth. My wife, however, as I described - was stacked in every category. She was freakishly gifted when it came to sexual assets and I often cursed myself for not having the same genetic luck. I had seen enough porn in my day to know cocks came in much larger sizes than mine.

I shook the thought from my mind and gripped onto her hips, I felt an orgasm brewing from within me as I thrust into my wife. I hoped I could hold out until Ashley came. I often could, but today's unexpected eroticism had me more excited than normal. She looked back at me with her gorgeous eyes, probably sensing I was about to unload. "It's okay baby, cum. I want you to cum for me." Her tone was sultry and engaging, she bit her plump lip naughtily as the words escaped her mouth..

I relented, unleashing, legs shaking as the pleasure filled waves of my orgasm spread out from my groin. I came, hard, unloading my cum into my wife's willing sex.

She moaned softly as she felt me blow, continuing to bounce back onto my dick, milking me as my body locked up. I leaned down over her body, kissing her back and feminine shoulders while my orgasm subsided. We stayed in that position for a moment, until she spoke "Mmm... That was nice."

I stood, giving her some room to breathe, agreeing "Hell yeah it was... very nice."

She stood, turning to me and leaning in for a kiss. I noticed her tits within the bra and recalled the picture she sent me. After we locked lips I mentioned the text "I'm not sure what came over you, but that text was awesome - It got me rock solid. I almost had to cover myself as I ran out of the office."

She laughed "I don't know... I've been horny all day." She blushed. "I think finally having our own place has put me into a sexy mood. We should have moved years ago!"

I chuckled "Yeah, I'll say."

Ashley headed towards our bedroom, she spoke "I'm gonna hop in the shower, do me a favor and get the roast out of the oven please babe."

I watched her as she disappeared through the doorway, that incredible ass bouncing as she strode - inexplicably getting me excited despite my orgasm mere moments ago. God, I was a lucky man.

Dinner that night was lovely, we ate in the candlelight - lighting only a single lamp in the living room so we could see where we were going. We enjoyed a succulent pot roast with accompanying gratin potatoes and sliced buttery carrots. Ashley had picked up a few bottles of a delicious Cabernet, that we drank readily. I noticed an extra bottle on the kitchen counter, dressed with a bow - as if it was a gift.

"Who's that bottle for?" I inquired.

"I thought we'd give it to Richard, for helping us. Maybe you could invite him over for dinner next week as a proper thank you?"

I nodded in agreement "Great idea."

Richard was our new neighbor across the hall. We were having a hard time during our Saturday move and I assume he heard our struggle from inside his apartment. He spent almost five hours helping us carry the larger pieces up from the moving truck. If it wasn't for his help we probably would have been ****** to delay until the next Saturday, costing us an entire week and more money. We thanked him profusely at the end of the move but the bottle of wine and invitation to dinner was definitely the right way to handle it.

He was a tall, older man, black - probably about forty-five years old, which would have put him roughly twenty years older than Ash or myself. He seemed rather soft spoken, but had a deep voice and an impressive physical presence. He appeared to be an attractive man, although sometimes it was hard for me to gauge the attractiveness of men, clean cut and seemingly well put together. He also appeared to be in great shape for a man of his age. He lugged large dressers and various pieces of furniture down the hall without really breaking a sweat. We hadn't learned much about him as of yet but we did find out he was widowed, his wife had passed away nearly 10 years earlier from a rare ******* disorder. There was a certain melancholy about him, but Ash and I were both good judges of character, and we had a good feeling about the man. Surely dinner would be an ideal way to get to know him better.

Once we had finished the meal and cleaned up I grabbed the bottle and headed out our front door, it was only a few paces across the hallway before I was knocking at his.

The door opened "John, what a pleasant surprise." Richard spoke with kindness in his voice, smiling.

"Hey there, we wanted you to have this." I handed him the bottle. "Nothing fancy, but we wanted to thank you for helping us the other day. Ashley and I also wanted to invite you over for dinner next weekend - if you're available."

Richard looked genuinely grateful "Oh wow, you guys didn't have to get me anything. I was happy to help." He glanced at the label. He was dressed in slacks and what looked to be an expensive sweater. There was some music emanating from his apartment, it sounded classical, moody. I realized I might have came at a bad time.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." I offered as a potential apology.

"Oh not at all, I work from home, I was just taking care of some things. I would love to come over for dinner, I'm afraid I don't get out much these days."

"Excellent. I'll let Ashley know."

We exchanged phone numbers and some more small talk, he thanked me again - and we and said our goodbyes.

The week passed relatively quickly, and on Saturday night we found ourselves sitting down at our dinner table with Richard. The wine flowed and the glazed pork loin that Ashley cooked was devoured by the three of us. We discussed a number of topics ranging from careers and politics to entertainment and hobbies. Richard seemed to really love *******, despite not having any of his own - and admired Ashley for working with them on a day to day basis. Richard himself was a writer of sorts. He provided articles and short stories to a number of online outlets who contracted him on a case by case basis - it seemed to make him a good living. When he heard that I was a finance manager he actually seemed interested in attaining my help in setting up some investments. He had never dabbled in the market, and it was apparently something that always interested him.

"I really do love what you've done with the place." Richard also spent a portion of the evening complimenting Ashley's taste and her abilities as a homemaker. "I was over here a couple times when the last tenant occupied it. Let's just say its a night and day difference."

My wife smiled at him as she took the last sip of wine from her glass "Thanks a lot Richard. I spent a good amount of time planning it out. I'm glad someone's taken notice."

"A designers eye, for certain." He smiled back, and wiped his mouth clean with his napkin.

One thing that I couldn't help but notice was a sort of relaxed energy in the room. Even during the move, upon initially meeting Richard, we seemed to get along with him as if we'd known him for years. Ashley took to him immediately, joking with him, and much to my surprise - flirting with him. Smiling at him with excited eyes or jokingly complimenting his strength while he positioned furniture for us. Richard didn't really instigate any of it, he was respectful, but obviously felt the need to return her smiles and go with the flow. I mean, just like any man - I caught him stealing plenty of glances at Ash. It didn't bother me though. I was very much used to seeing men ogle over or flirt with my wife, I would have gone insane if I let those sort of provocations bother me. But it was sort of out of the ordinary for Ash to be the initiator when it came to flirting, and I planned to give her a hard time about it later.

"So, Richard. Are you, um, dating - or seeing anyone?" Ashley asked with raised eyebrow. The question was a tad forward, although harmless, and I jokingly scolded her for asking it.

"...Now now Ash, that's personal..."

Richard chuckled "No, no. It's quite alright." He took another sip of the Cabernet, and continued "Not really, to be honest. It took a good five years after my wife passed to even think about another woman's company. A few of my friends eventually got me to go on a date, and then another. Over the last few years I've seen a handful of women, but only for brief stints." He paused, seemingly thinking for a moment "... I haven't made much of an effort really."

Ashley was now standing and picking up the plates from our table. "Well, that's too bad. You seem like quite the catch." I stood to help her with the silverware.

Richard smiled again, slightly chuckling "Well... My goodness. That certainly means a lot coming from a woman as beautiful and talented as yourself." He looked in my direction for a moment. "John, I don't think I'd be the first to tell you that you're a lucky man." He raised his wine class in acknowledgement. I looked at Ashley for a moment and caught her blushing.

"You certainly wouldn't be. I'm not the smartest man in the world, but I'm certainly smart enough to know that I'm the luckiest." I leaned in and gave my wife a heavy kiss on her cheek.

Ashley replied with a sarcastic, but loving "Aww. Isn't that sweet." she raised her hand to her face, shielding her mouth from me. She spoke in a fake whisper so that I could hear "Psst.. He's lying."

Richard began laughing as he stood. He picked up his plate and moved towards the kitchen. "You guys remind me of my wife and I, when we were newlyweds - it's really great to see."

"Richard don't you dare help clean up." Ashley playfully swatted at his arm. "Let me have that. Go have a seat in the living room."

He gently dropped the plate and put his arms up in amusement "Yes ma'am. Don't know what I was thinking." I couldn't help but notice that my wife's ass grazed against his trousers as they moved past each other. Richard gently grabbed her waist as he slid past her. Ashley's eyes darted open for a moment, but she continued placing the dishes in the sink as if nothing happened.

The meal was over and I was in the mood for an after dinner *******, "Come Richard. Would you be opposed to a nice scotch? I have a 30 year and I've been looking for an excuse to crack it open. Received it as a gift." I waved his attention towards the living room.

"Oh wow, a thirty year? I could never say no." He followed me towards the sofa, where we both sat.

Ash called from the kitchen "Guys, do you want it on the rocks, or straight?"

Richard looked at me and then replied, loudly so she could hear him "Straight please." I nodded in agreement, couldn't in good faith water down a thirty year malt.

A few minutes later Ashley arrived with two glasses of scotch. I quickly noticed that the top of her dress was soaking wet, causing the thin green fabric to appear sheer. Her black bra was as clear as day underneath it, the skin on her exposed cleavage was also drenched. She was moving in a hurry.

"Here take these, the sink just attacked me." She quickly handed one ******* to me, and one to Richard. Richard couldn't help but stare as she leaned forward, her tits nearly spilling out of the top of her dress. It seemed to catch him off guard, because as she turned to go he continued to gaze at her ass, which was admittedly popping in the tight dress she was wearing.

I didn't want to make it awkward for him, so I simply called out "Don't drown in there babe." That seemed to get him to break away from his tunnel vision, turning his attention back towards me.

Richard hung around for another half hour or so, enjoying the scotch and discussing sports and his love of basketball. He was incredibly thankful in his departure, shaking my hand firmly and giving Ashley a kiss on the cheek. "Incredible meal, and an incredible couple." were his departing words.

Later that week Ashley and I were cleaning up around the apartment, playfully annoying each other during our respective tasks.

I decided now would be a good time to press her on her flirtation with Richard, smacking her ass as she bent down to dust an end table "You know... I think you might have a crush on our new neighbor." I smirked smugly as I spoke.

Ashley immediately stood up "Excuse me? Who?" I made a face at her implying a sort of 'Who else?', and she quickly realized who I meant "... Richard?! What on earth would make you say that?"

I continued smirking "I dunno, maybe it was you giggling at his every word, or you being especially touchy, or you going on about his strong arms..." I rattled off the evidence with auctioneer like speed.

 

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She cut me off "John you can't be serious, he's almost old enough to be my *******!" she was smiling back at me, egging me on with her playful grin.

"And? You've told me plenty of times you find older men attractive."

She blushed, stammering to save herself "... Yea... well. He... he's black."

I laughed "Strike two Ash, he wouldn't be the first black dude you'd find attractive." She had on a number of occasions, while passing the TV during a sporting event, or after a movie, admitted to finding a black guy attractive. It never bothered me, I mean I wasn't a racist to even the slightest extent. Besides, I found plenty of black women attractive.

Her face was now flushing crimson, obviously caught red handed, she stumbled for an excuse "I... Damn it John. Fine, you caught me. But I don't think I was flirting with him." she bent back down, dusting once again.

I was somewhat surprised that she admitted to it so easily, but I can't say it bothered me much. I actually felt bad for causing her to squirm "Oh relax Ashley, I'm not even mad. How could I be. It's probably the most excitement he's had in years, having a hot young woman flirt with him."

She spoke from underneath the table, I watched as her gorgeous ass wiggled in the pair of pink short shorts she was wearing. "I feel bad for him."

That surprised me "...Why? He seems to have it pretty well together babe." I picked up some wine glasses that we had left in the living room the night previous.

"He's widowed John, and it doesn't sound like he gets much female attention. I've always had a soft spot for people who lose their spouses."

I rinsed the glasses off and walked back over to her, still watching her lovely ass. "So you flirted with him because he's widowed, got it." I chuckled.

"You laugh, but subconsciously that was probably part of the reason." She looked back at me from underneath the table, catching my eyes as I gazed at her rear. "Stop staring at my ass, you pervert."

"You're right, I guess the only guy who should be allowed to stare at it is Richard, am I right?"

She laughed in exasperation "Oh god, will you stop it already? I've never seen you act so jealous."

"When you drenched yourself with the sink water he couldn't stop staring at you. I almost had to sound the fire alarm to get his attention, he watched you walk the entire way back to the kitchen."

"Well then I'm sure he'd have a field day if he were here right now." She wiggled her ass for playful effect.

I wasn't sure what it was about that comment, or her accompanied ass shake - but it triggered incredible arousal from me. I immediately entered a haze of lust, dropping to my knees behind her. I quickly grabbed a hold of her waistband, peeling her pink shorts down from her ass. To my dismay I noticed that her lips were already wet, a clear coat of her essence clung to the fabric as I removed it, eventually exposing her beautiful sex.

She looked back in a panic, but didn't stop me. She had nowhere to go, the rest of her body was pinned underneath the table "John... What are you doing?"

I didn't answer her with words, I merely drove my erect dick inside of her. Her head arched back and hit the table, but she didn't complain.

It was over quickly, and we came together - my cum mixing with her own sexual release as our organs pulsed with pleasure, in unison.

When I finally pulled out, Ashley spoke, blowing her hair out of her face "Wow... Maybe we need to invite Richard over to ogle me some more. What's gotten into you?" she giggled.

I wasn't really sure myself, as I searched for answers I looked down at my wife's ass, now in the nude, pussy on display. Ashley was so fucking beautiful. She noticed me staring, and wiggled it once again, speaking sultrily. "I bet he'd really like to get a look at it right now." I glanced up towards her face, and I saw that she was biting her bottom lip in sexual fashion. I was stunned by how open and naughty her words were, this was new for us, and I was surprised by how much it excited me. I slapped her right ass cheek, holding it firmly. "Who wouldn't?" I replied.

Weeks went by, and then months. Ashley and I had completely settled in at the apartment. My new position at work was going well, but I still hadn't found the time to break free and reconnect with the gym. Our friendship with Richard blossomed as well. I had earned him some quick cash with investments and he decided to go in big on some power plays. We would see each other at least a couple times a week, either to have dinner or to plan financial moves. Sometimes we would plan at his place, sometimes at ours. I quickly realized he preferred the latter, because of what I had to assume was obvious improvement in scenery. He seemed to love any attention that Ashley gave him, and I couldn't really blame the guy. Ashley for her part didn't do much to curb her flirtations with Richard. She actually seemed to get a kick out of flirting with the man.

Ash was always playful with him, not afraid to grab his arm or linger in his embrace during a hug. One evening while Richard and I were stressing over some numbers Ashley decided it would be a good idea to give us a shoulder rub. She began with me, standing behind me at the sofa as she kneaded my back into relaxation. Once she was complete she took a few steps over to Richard, and did the same to him. He was taller than me and her large breasts pushed out the fabric of her top, brushing against the back of his head as she massaged his shoulders. His eyes were closed, clearly offering no complaints to what was occurring. She massaged his upper back and arms, even complimenting him on how solid he was. It turned into almost a sort of unspoken game between her and I. She would flirt with him, entice him - nothing overt or disrespectful, just some playful touching to excite the man. She would tease me about it in bed sometimes, and when she did it would inexplicably spur us on to even better sex. I felt like it was harmless fun, as did she, until one night when Ash accidentally raised the stakes.

We had invited Richard over for dinner and a movie, but the wine on this particular evening flowed heavily. All three of us were noticeably loose, and after the movie ended I got up and headed into the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. My intention was to sober us all up a bit, but when I walked back into the living room what I saw nearly caused me to drop the cups. Richard had chosen one of the solo seats in the room, and Ashley was apparently showing him pictures from our honeymoon. Instead of handing him the book, or kneeling down on the floor next to him, she had chosen to sit on his lap - as if that was a perfectly acceptable seat for a married woman. She turned the pages and excitedly described the various boutiques from our Italian getaway. Richard, to his credit, remained rather expressionless. He kept his arms on the armrests and smiled and nodded at the images my wife was showing him. I placed the coffees down on the end table and took a seat on the sofa. I looked on as Ashley continued to giggle, playfully touching his chest as she openly flirted with him. Suddenly, her eyes shot open wide, and her previously jovial tone became one with stutters. "Uh, and this... this is where we had, some... some of the best pastries..."

Richard spoke calmly "Very nice. It looks like it was a wonderful trip."

Ashley slowly closed the book, and awkwardly hopped out of his lap, face flushed red "Yes, it... It was an amazing time." she quickly headed towards the bedroom to put the photo album away.

I grabbed one of the coffee cups off the table and handed it to Richard. As I leaned over I happened to glance down and notice his khaki pants tenting absurdly. I quickly averted my eyes, but it was clear that Richard was currently sporting a massive erection. He spoke nothing of it and made no effort to conceal it, perhaps hoping it would go unnoticed.

He thanked me for the coffee, adding "John, your wife is quite the handful. I've never met anyone who was so good at making me feel like I'm in my twenties again." chuckling.

I wondered if he was implying something beyond the obvious, but I smiled anyway "She's a special woman, I'm sure by now you're well aware."

He nodded his head in agreement "Oh. Without question."

I quickly scanned my head around the room and thankfully it appeared as if the tent in his pants had subsided. When Ashley returned her previously flustered face looked to now be composed, and she acted as if nothing had happened. We finished our coffee and walked Richard to the door, exchanging the typical handshake and subsequent kiss on the cheek for Ash.

I waited a few moments to hear Richard's door open and close, and then I walked over to her in the living room. She had a silly grin on her face. "What's so funny?" I asked

She blushed "...Oh nothing... Just, I guess it's true - what they say about black men."

My ******* pressure shot up immediately, "Excuse me?"

She laughed, still feeling the effects of the wine. I gotta say, if it wasn't for the wine I might have blown a gasket over that remark. "I was showing Richard the pictures from our honeymoon."

I was beginning to get frustrated with her "Yes, I know. I was right there. You were also sitting on his lap." I shook my head, revealing that frustration.

She blushed again, taking a seat on the couch. I sat down in the chair that Richard had just occupied, waiting for an explanation. She continued "... I know, I know. I think I had too much wine... As soon as I sat down on his lap he froze, didn't move a muscle. That is, until..." she laughed, covering her mouth.

"Stop joking around and tell me Ash. When you got up to leave I'm pretty sure I saw his pants... He was excited." I was breathing heavily, for some bizarre reason I wasn't even angry.

"I know! Oh my god I can't believe that just happened." she was speaking rapidly now, continuing "I sat down on him, and started showing him the pictures. All of a sudden I felt this pressure under my thigh. It wasn't much at first but it grew, and grew some more." She blushed "I realized it was his... you know, but I didn't want to embarrass him. I decided to just sit there and continue talking as if nothing was going on."

Absurdly, I felt my own dick begin to stiffen. What the fuck was going on with me?

She continued "It felt... Big. My entire thigh was resting on it." She blushed again "We just sat like that for a few minutes, but then he adjusted himself. He shifted, and when he did - I felt the length of his..." She spread her hands apart indicating something large "... bump against my pussy. That's when I hopped off, it caught me off guard." As Ashley finished her story I noticed that she was breathing heavily, her face was flush.

Her eyes met mine, there was an embarrassed look on her face. "Are you mad at me?"

I should have been, but for some strange reason, maybe the wine - maybe something else, I wasn't. I didn't answer immediately, but as I was about too I saw Ashley glance down at my pants. She noticed my hardening member pushing on the fabric, the bump clearly giving it away. She didn't say anything, but she stood up, smiling. She began approaching me on the chair, ass and tits swaying sexily as she walked. When she reached me, she gently sat down on my lap.

"It was kind of like this." She jostled herself so that my throbbing member was jutting up against her panties, the warmth emanating from her sex was substantial.

I realized that moments earlier, only two thin layers of fabric had separated Richards cock, from my wife's pussy. My ******* pressure continued to rise, and my already hard erection strained even further. I began to feel lightheaded, unable to understand why this situation excited me so thoroughly. Ashley's taunting only succeeded in further arousing me.

"You feel awfully excited baby." She giggled as she leaned in to kiss me.

I tried a joke to deflect, but it was no use "Oh yeah? What makes you say that?"

She wiggled around on my dick some more "Oh... nothing. Just a sneaking suspicion of mine." She laughed, and continued "I think you like watching me tease Richard."

My face was flushed red, and I once again tried to deflect "You're the sexiest woman on the planet, anything that you do turns me on."

She slid down from me, knees hitting the floor. Ashley began to unzip my pants, and open my belt buckle "I know it does baby... But I think you really like it when I tease poor Richard... It's okay, I think its sexy that it excites you. It makes you look so confident."

I titled my head back, closing my eyes as she exposed my intensely hard six inches.

Her tongue made contact with my shaft, sending a shiver through my body. She continued to tease me "We should be careful though. We don't want Richard to get the wrong idea..." She kissed my head, and I looked down at her. She flicked her tongue across my tip as she stared into my eyes. After pleasing me with her mouth for a moment Ashley pulled back and began gently pumping my dick with her hand, still taunting "...If we do something like that again and you don't say anything to stop it... He might start to think you'd be okay with him taking me to bed."

That sent me spiraling out of control, my mind was melting with inane thoughts of Richard on top of my wife, plowing into her incredible sex with what had to be a massive cock. What the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn't hold back a groan.

I heard Ashley giggle through my cloudy haze of perverted thoughts "He probably already does... I mean, his big cock was rubbing against my pussy earlier, and you didn't say anything."

I moaned again "...I didn't know..."

"... I know baby, I know. I should have gotten up. I was going too, but when I felt how big he was..." she smiled devilishly.

Ash was quickly sending me over the edge, I had never heard her act so naughty - so openly naughty. I fucking loved it and I couldn't explain why. The psychotic part of me wanted to see just how far she'd go with this teasing, and I somehow asked "...Would you... Go to bed with him?" I leaned my head back and grit my teeth after the question escaped my mouth, bracing for her answer, savoring her tongue.

She dove down on my dick mouth first, sucking me with ferocity, she began playing with my balls with her hand, rubbing them into a boil. She paused for a moment, and pulled up, stroking me fast with her hand.

"Mmm, I'm a married woman baby..." She kissed my tip again, continuing "I can't fuck other men..." She kissed my balls, smashing her lips into them as her tongue began to work further magic.

I groaned "I know baby... I know..."

Just when I thought the inane teasing was over, it hit a fever pitch.

She spoke again "... Although... If you're asking me if it would turn me on... Hypothetically..." Ash bit her bottom lip "To fuck our big, tall, strong... handsome... big cocked neighbor..." She arched her back, her eyes were wild with lust, she spoke in the sexiest tone I had ever heard escape her lips "Yes."

I erupted, spewing a load of cum up and onto Ashley's hands and my shirt. I tried to control my spasms as the orgasm swept through me. When it finally subsided Ash crawled back on top of me, and began kissing my neck - realizing that she hadn't gotten her pop.

"Not fair baby, my turn..." She whined as she kissed me. Frantically grabbing at my body, trying desperately to return my dick to it's rigid state. "Ohhh baby I need you to fuck meee! I'm so horny..."

I grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off of me. I slammed her down onto the couch, switching places with her. I propped the bottom of her dress up, and ****** her panties to the side, exposing the wettest pussy I had ever seen. I dove face first into her sex, lapping up her juices, tickling her clit with my tongue. Her moans were unreal.

"Ohhh! Yes!" She reached up and began massaging her tits through her dress.

Ashley was making incredible noise, so much so that I was concerned people might even hear. "Baby you're being really loud... What if someone hears?"

She bit her lip "Mmm who would hear... ...Richard?"

Oh fuck. That got my dick to stir immediately. I decided, against my better judgement, to egg her on "What would you do if Richard was standing outside the door... listening to you moan like this?" I grabbed her ass, propping her up. She was on another level of arousal.

Her filter was lost to her, she didn't care anymore, her entire being was fueled by her lust "I would tell you to go open the door for him... so he could come in here and fuck me!"

Any remaining questions of her obvious attraction to him were now out the window. My dick was rising quickly. What had gotten into us?

"Oh yeah? And what would I do while Richard fucked you, huh baby?" I buried my face into her sex once again, enticing her words.

She moaned, arching her back "Ohh! Watch us... Or I could suck on you while he fucked me! Mmm. When he's done you can have me back..." Ashley moaned, her pussy gushed in orgasm. I had never brought her to one from oral before.

I was seeing red, my face covered in her wetness. I stood, dick fully erect once again. I never would have believed that my wife taunting me about getting fucked by our black well hung neighbor could do this to me. I placed one knee on the couch cushion and aligned myself with her sex, diving in without hesitation. She titled her head back in response "Oh! Yes..."

I leaned in and kissed her, she was staring at me with devilish eyes.

I continued my verbal assault "Are you going to keep teasing him baby? Are you going to keep acting like a naughty girl?"

She bit her lip and nodded "Mmmhmm, I love what it does to us..."

"What are you going to do next Ash? Are you going to sit in his lap again?"

She looked down as a pumped in and out of her sex, still biting her lip, squirming as I fucked her, she shook her head no "I think I'm going to text him naughty pictures."

I nearly came on the spot, "Ohh, fuck! You can't be serious... that's dangerous baby."

"I know... It'll be so hot."

I came for the second time in ten minutes, unloading this time deep in my wife. She had her second orgasm of the night as well, digging her nails into my back as she came with me. We laid there for a moment, both finally fading out of our lusty fog. She looked in my eyes, kissing me passionately. "I love you John."

I kissed her back, not sure of what to make of all this - but I knew one thing for sure "I love you too baby."

A week went by without another word on the subject. I had seen Richard once, albeit briefly when he asked me to make a quick adjustment on his portfolio. I thought things were beginning to die down with this absurd kink until one morning when I was getting ready for work. Ashley rolled over in bed, looking at me "I think I'm going to do it today."

My mind was preoccupied with thoughts of an upcoming meeting "Do what?"

She smiled, "Don't be silly... I'm going to text Richard a naughty picture."

Her comment caused me to perk up immediately "... You can't be serious..."

She was biting her lip "Oh I am, I want to give us some fuel for when you to come home and fuck me tonight."

I wanted to tell her not too, as I was obviously worried about the consequences. She seemed to pick up on my hesitation, "Don't worry baby... It will be harmless."

My mind raced with all the possible negatives "Yeah well what if he thinks you're trying to cheat on me, that's not a good dynamic - I don't like that."

"Relax, i'm going to send it to both of you... So he knows you're aware of it." She smiled wickedly at me, and rolled back over.

I stood still, frozen in time. Not knowing how to react. She eventually walked over to me and planted a big kiss on my lips "Stop worrying... It'll be hot."

 

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Every passing minute felt like an hour. I found myself checking my phone every thirty seconds, wondering if I had missed a text notification. Did she chicken out? Did she only send it to Richard? I was going insane with anticipation, with worry.

I glanced down at my watch and noticed it was already three in the afternoon, I began to convince myself that she wasn't going to go through with it. That this was all just an elaborate tease to excite me. Just as I nearly reconciled that as fact, my phone buzzed with a notification.

I was alone in my office, luckily. A cold sweat broke out, running down my back, my mouth was dry. I reached for it, eventually turning the phone over. I nearly fainted at what I saw.

'Just thought my two favorite men could use some inspiration to help get them through the day.' I first noticed the text message, and then scrolled down unto the picture.

Ashley was laying down on our bed, the covers concealed her from the waist down, but she was titled in such a way that her ass was accentuated beneath them. More importantly, her large lily breasts were completely exposed, her left hand holding up her left titty. Her dark hair cascading beautifully across the white sheets of the bed. It was incredible. I wondered how long she thought, how many pictures she took, before she decided this would be the one. My dick began straining immediately, and I suddenly felt light headed.

It only took a few minutes until my phone buzzed again, Richard had replied "Wow. Very nice... Thank you for the inspiration!"

I leaned back in my chair, totally blown away but what had just happened. I was trying to reconcile everything in my mind when Ashley sent another text, this time just to me. 'I need you to get home. Your wife needs to get fucked.'

I slammed my laptop closed, and took another early leave.

I was raced through our apartment lobby, and then nearly smashed the elevator buttons broken to get up to our floor. When the doors finally opened, I encountered something I wasn't expecting.

Richard was standing there, presumably to head out. He saw me, and smiled.

"John. Took an early day?" He chuckled to himself.

For whatever reason, it didn't feel awkward. The first moment he appeared amidst the opening elevator doors I thought it would be, and I panicked momentarily - but the second he spoke, my fears all went away.

He continued "Look, can I talk to you for a second?"

I nodded "Sure thing."

He walked me back to his apartment and prepared a couple glasses of scotch. He handed one to me and we had a seat in his living room.

He began "Alright, I'm just gonna ask... Are you and Ashley... swingers?"

I laughed "Oh, wow." I buried my face in my hands, embarrassed, "No... No I can't say that we are."

He pondered that for a moment, and continued, "Well I'm sure you're aware of her... flirtatious nature, especially recently..."

My heart beat began to rise, I never thought to find myself in this type of conversation, I nodded "Yeah." I realized our little game may have potentially rubbed Richard the wrong way. "Look, Richard, I'm sorry if any of this has been a problem..."

"A problem? John I haven't had this much fun in years. I can't recall any point in my life where a woman as beautiful as your wife has shown me this sort of attention. I was just trying to understand what was happening. I don't think it was a stretch for me to assume you guys were swingers, for Gods sake your wife sent me a naked picture of herself today. You were copied on it."

I found myself shaking my head, still not believing it, blushing like an idiot, caught, "...Yeah. I'm not really sure what to say... I think she's had some fun teasing you and things have clearly gotten out of hand. We've really never done anything like this before." I found myself feeling very confused by our actions, and I think it showed.

Richard followed suit, and continued "John, it's no problem, really... Try to relax. Most good marriages explore, sexually - whether it be with teasing, role play, whatever. You need that sort of thing to keep the fire alive, it's completely normal." He paused for a second, clearly weighing something internally. He continued "Look, I've never told anyone this before... But Candice and I used to, every now and then, do some light swinging. She would sometimes bring couples home from work, and it really excited her to watch me with the other woman."

That shocked me, to say the least.

"Excuse me?"

Richard took another sip of scotch, realizing it would require further explanation "Every so often Candice would entice a woman, or a couple, to join us in bed. To this day I'm not really sure how she went about doing it, but she did. Sometimes the woman would come alone, sometimes with her husband or boyfriend. It usually started off with all of us playing together but most times it ended up with Candice and the other man watching."

I shook my head, thinking I wasn't understanding him "Wow, what on earth. Why would she encourage that?"

Richard laughed, "Well John, I'm rather hung, and it used to excite my wife to watch me with other women. I guess it was something about watching them squirm, most of them were white, and had never been with a well hung black man. It really turned her on to watch me open their eyes to a new sexual experience."

I felt my throat tighten up, my mouth was suddenly dry - I took another sip of the scotch. "The men would watch as well?... I would think that would be problematic..." I asked the question, but part of me felt relieved to know I wasn't alone in my perverted thoughts.

Richard, looked at me, and spoke with logic, compassion "I initially thought it would as well, but I soon realized it's simply natural human behavior. Men and women both inherently like the idea of intense sexual satisfaction. I think there's definitely an unspoken arousal, for most people on this planet. I think that arousal is a pinnacle sexual ideal - A beautiful, naturally feminine white woman, and a large, masculine, black man... It is the ultimate male and female contrast." He paused again, taking another sip "It's obviously taboo, because admitting to the arousal of that sexual union as a white man, or a black woman, is admitting that you are not involved. However that same admission is what is so freeing, so deeply exciting. Look, I loved my wife more than the world itself, but the sexual explosions that I had with those white women were undeniable. That being said, sex is only one small portion of our lives. I would never have, in a million years - thought about leaving my wife. She was my heart, as I'm sure Ashley is yours. Besides, our sex was deeply satisfying regardless of that exploratory fun."

I sat in total silence, absorbing Richards bold and terrifying words. They initially scared me, which yielded to some feelings of inferiority - but that was soon wiped away by a feeling of calm, a feeling of arousal, a feeling of enlightenment. I recalled the times I had watched an interracial porn, that initial sense of fear, of taboo, watching a hung black man with a white woman - which always melted away to an undeniable sense of eroticism. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, what I was thinking.

Richards voice snapped me out of my thoughts, "Anyway John. I'm not sure where you and Ashley are trying to go with this. If it stopped today I'd be fine with it, if it continued I'd be thrilled. I guess I just wanted you to know I was aware of the flirtations, and I was willing to reciprocate. I'd be a fucking fool not to be, forgive my language."

I regained my composure, but my mind was still racing "...Just to be clear, what do you mean... reciprocate?"

Richard shrugged "I don't really know, that's up to you guys. Forgive me if I'm being too forward but for example, I would obviously love to have sex with her."

There it was, unbelievably, out in the open. How in gods name did we arrive at this point? I was beginning to feel my first pangs of regret, but I was also immeasurably excited. I simply said one word, "...Wow."

He laughed, "Yeah. I know. Look it would obviously be an all time thrill for me. Ashley is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I would feel obligated to pleasure her in ways she's never experienced. And believe it or not, John, it would be a rush for you as well... Watching the woman you love commit an act of primal lust is unfortunately not something most men get to witness."

We sat there in silence for a moment, I felt as if the weight of the world was on my shoulders, I pondered the entire situation, never in a million years would I have imagined myself actually considering such a surreal and dangerous proposition, I hesitated. "Yeah, I guess I'm just not really sure how far I'm willing to take it, or how far she is..."

"John, completely understandable. Again, was just getting this out in the open. Tell you what, next time Ashley decides to tease me what do you say if I put the ball back in her court a little?" He sipped his scotch again, finishing it.

"What do you mean?" I was curious, and wondered as to what Richard had in mind.

"I'm not really sure, just something to let her know the men are in control of this situation." He smiled at me.

I found myself nodding in agreement despite not having any concrete idea as to what Richard meant.

We shook hands and I left him, quickly entering my apartment. I scanned the room but Ashley was nowhere to be found. I walked into the bedroom with ******* boiling, and saw her.

She was in the same state as the picture, topless and sleeping on our bed, her bottom covered by our expensive sheets. My dick was immediately rock solid at the sight of her. The combination of the text from earlier, the open and surreal conversation with our neighbor, and the visual imagery in front of me - was almost too much to bear.

I stripped down nude, doing my best not to wake her. When I finally slid into bed next to her i nestled my stiff dick against the rump of her ass, gently waking her.

"Mmm, What took you so long?" She stretched, turning over - her gorgeous breasts swaying atop her chest as she did so.

"I was held up, I ran into Richard in the hallway." I leaned in and kissed her.

Her eyes shot open, "You did?" her angelic expression suddenly turning panicked.

I nodded, and kissed her again, calming her.

She continued, "What did he say?!"

I pawed at her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples playfully.

"I'll only tell if you fuck my brains out." I decided to heed Richards advice, and let her know it wasn't only her who could do the teasing.

She hopped on top of me, grabbing into my shoulders as she mounted my dick. Her pussy was already soaking wet as it engulfed my shaft. I knew there was no way I would hold out long. She began riding me with intensity.

"What did he say baby? Mmm..." She moaned as she spoke.

I grit my teeth, trying to manage the pleasure against what I was going to say "He told me that you were beautiful, and he asked if we were swingers..."

She continued to bounce up and down on my dick "Oh! Fuck... no way. What else? What did you... Mmm... say?"

"I told him you liked teasing him." I grabbed her large ass as she rode me, giving it a slap, "And I told him we've never done anything like this before."

I watched as she began to bite her lip, really beginning to buck. I continued, "He said Candice and him dabbled in swinging years ago..." I pulled her down towards me and kissed her passionately. She reciprocated the kiss, and then pulled back, stopping her rhythm for a moment, "What!? Are you serious!?"

I nodded, and continued fucking her. I felt a strong orgasm brewing. "That's not all... He actually told me." I looked in her eyes, "He told me he's very well endowed, and that he wants to fuck you."

Her eyes went wide, "What!?"

I grabbed her by her waist and smashed her back down onto my chest, her head now tucked underneath mine, looking to her left. I assaulted her sex, fueled my an indescribable passion, I knew my next words would set her into a nuclear state of arousal, "He said he would love to fuck you baby... Richard said that he'd fuck you better than you've ever been fucked before. He said his cock is huge, and that big black men fucking white wives is a huge turn on for married couples. He said we'd both love it if he fucked you!"

Her body convulsed, locking hard onto my torso, I felt a powerful orgasm erupt from her loins. Her toes curled, and the convulsions from her pussy tickled my shaft into unleashing its own explosion. I came, hard, and deep inside of her. She didn't scream, but her grunting was guttural, nearly entering another realm of pleasure as she came hard on my spewing organ.

We stayed like that for minutes, in silence. She finally picked her head up off of my chest, and spoke "You were just fucking with me, right? You didn't actually see him."

I shook my head, "I wish I was lying, but I ran into him in the hall. We spoke in his apartment for awhile."

She covered her mouth, apparently in some kind of mild shock. "He actually said all of those things?! You didn't get mad at him?!"

"Yes, and no. We were having a rather candid conversation, trying to understand the situation. It was all pretty crazy Ash, but apparently, as fate would have it - Richard has experience with this sort of thing. Your picture that you sent today really caused him to open up about his attraction to you."

She plopped off of me, standing up. For the first time, she looked nervous. "What do we do?"

I shrugged "Nothing... Anything. There's no pressure here Ashley, we were playing a game, having fun. We can stop."

That seemed to calm her somewhat, and she asked "What did he say about swinging? That's crazy, he seems so mild mannered, and calm. I would have never thought..."

I decided to tell her everything, see how she reacted to it. I wondered if it would turn her on, or scare her away entirely, "Candice liked watching him with her married friends. Apparently he's very big and she used to get off on watching him... show them something bigger... As did the husbands..."

Ashley's face flushed red, she thought about it for a second, and her next words convinced me that this wasn't the end of this depraved little rabbit hole, "Oh wow... that's so naughty." She bit her lip yet again, and walked towards the bathroom to clean up.

We had a quiet dinner and watched some television before getting ready for bed. Very few words were spoken. Just when I was sitting down on the bed to get comfortable, Ashley walked out of the bathroom and handed me her phone. On it was a picture, and a message.

'I wanted you to have this. I figured it could help you get to sleep.'

The image was of herself, bent over the bathroom counter. Her beautiful ass and glistening wet mound were both extremely visible. It was incredibly naughty, incredibly erotic.

My face flushed red, "You're not sending that to him, are you?" I asked, stupidly.

She blushed, "Already did." her smile was wicked. My mind raced, I was really starting to panic about where this would end up, and the buzz from her phone did nothing to put my mind at ease.

I looked on as Ashley glanced at it, giddiness apparent. She looked for a moment, and then froze, covering her mouth - wide eyed. "Oh... wow..." was all that she said.

I took a couple steps forward and glanced at the phone, I almost collapsed.

'That's not gonna help me get to sleep. Look at what you've done.' was the reply.

It was a picture of Richards massive black cock. It was obscene, jutting out of his pants at close to probably twelve inches long. It was incredibly thick and unarguably impressive. It was perhaps as big as anything I'd seen in even porn movies. My ego was immediately bruised by the sight of it.

Ashley continued to look at it, her eyes still wide, her bottom lip now bitten once again. "I... I can't believe how big it is..."

Neither could I, but I said nothing. I simply sat in silence, filled with terror, and arousal.

"What do I say?" Ashley looked at me, her face red.

I didn't know what to tell her, my heart was racing, and there was a pit in my stomach. "Uh, I don't know. Maybe nothing for right now?" She took a seat next to me.

She asked me, probing for something "Isn't it huge?"

Anything other than agreement would have been a lie, I nodded. My ******* pressure began to rise. It suddenly hit me that my wife was staring at another mans cock, in awe, in fascination. She was clearly aroused by it, and the thought of that, against all odds, made me very aroused. I agreed, "Yeah... I guess that's the thing he wants to fuck you with."

She kissed me passionately, moaning as her lips met mine, "This is so fucking crazy John, what are we doing?"

I didn't answer, I simply kissed her back, letting her know that I loved her with all my heart.

A few minutes went by, we were in the midst of a passionate tussle, non sexual - but filled with our love. Her phone buzzed again. We let go of each other so she could look at it.

'You are killing me over here. Do you like it?'

She looked at me, as if I was going to answer it for her, "Go ahead, answer him... Be honest." I kissed her again.

She smiled, and grabbed the phone 'Oh god yes. It's beautiful.'

I winced as she hit send, but she continued to caress me as she waited for a response.

Sure enough, moments later. 'Thank you Ashley. Tell me this. Is it bigger than your husbands?'

Upon reading his response she bit her lip. She looked at me with caution. When I read the words myself they only served to excite me further, I didn't react. I simply said, once again "...Just be honest."

She looked surprised, but turned her attention back towards the phone, face red. She typed slowly this time, "Yes. It's much bigger."

It really was, probably twice as long and twice as thick, essentially making it three or four times the size of my organ, maybe more. That wasn't it though, it was black, and foreign, and it clearly enticed Ashley on a level that surprised her. Adding to that, it was now out in the open, and all three of us understood that he was much larger than me, and that my wife loved the sight of it. I looked down at her panties, the pink lace was darkened from her wetness.

Another text arrived 'I want you and John to both consider it ravishing you. I want you to ask yourselves... Does the thought of my big black cock pumping in and out of Ashley's gorgeous body excite you? You both need to be honest, there is no shame in such an admission. We are all adults, and we all have our own taboo fantasies.'

As I finished reading the text my head began to spin, but my dick strained in my shorts. I looked over at Ashley who had one hand on her chest, breathing heavily. She looked at me with sex in her eyes.

We sat for a moment, not saying a word. I decided to break the ice, "Does it?" My words were almost a whisper.

Ashley looked down at the phone, and then back at me "I don't want you to be mad at me baby..."

"Ash, I'm not, like I said... We are just being open and honest."

She spoke, sultrily and slowly, "I love you so much John... but yes. I want Richard to fuck me with this big cock." She scrolled back up a touch to continue looking at his manhood. My ******* pressure rose, and my dick strained hard through my shorts. She looked down at my bulge, noticing my excitement.

She began typing a response, 'Richard, Yes. Yes, it excites us.'

We sat in nervous silence for a moment, and then a last, fateful, text arrived.

'Ashley, That's great news. It's too rare a thing for a couple to be open about their fantasies. Here's what's going to happen. In ten minutes I am going to come over and open the front door to your apartment. It should be unlocked. If it is not unlocked you will stop your teasing and we will continue on with our lives as neighbors, and nothing more. I will still be happy to help you both move when the day comes. However, if the door is unlocked, I expect you to be completely nude, on your marital bed, waiting for me. John will wait for me to arrive in the living room, and then walk me in to see you. No words will be spoken until you are writhing in pleasure.'

 

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My heart nearly jumped out of my chest, I glanced at Ashley who was almost panting she was breathing so heavily. Her right hand covered her mouth, but she eventually found her voice "Oh god John..."

She looked at me with her beautiful eyes, partially filled with concern, partially filled with lust. I grabbed her and pulled her so that she was positioned in front of me.

"Put the phone down." I whispered it in her ear. She did, placing it gently to the side.

"Arms up baby." I maintained a calm cadence as I spoke.

She slowly lifted her arms up. I reached down, grabbing the base of her nightie, a loose fitting shirt. I slowly pulled it up and over her head, watching as her lovely milky tits spilled out, pale nipples hard enough to cut glass.

"John, W-What are you doing?" I could hear the nerves in her voice. I didn't answer. I simply pulled her back deeper onto the bed, laying her down. I sat up and grabbed at the lace pink underwear she was wearing, I slowly peeled them down her legs, the front of the lace clung to her moistened sex, eventually peeling apart entirely. She lifted her legs up so I could fully remove them from her body. She was now completely naked.

I stood up, my shorts jutting outwards from my erection. I looked down at Ashley and shuddered knowing that soon another man might be inside of her, potentially bringing her immense pleasure. I leaned down and kissed her passionately, she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, matching my enthusiasm. She slowly spread her legs open and I reached my hand down, using my deft fingers to massage her sex. It was as wet as I'd ever felt her, her pussy was literally soaking, begging to be fucked.

"I'll be back." I whispered it to her, and kissed her one last time, heading towards the living room. Just as I was walking out she called for me, "John."

I turned back, looking at her, seeing her sexily laying on our bed, legs spread, massaging her incredible breasts. She spoke in an earnest tone, "I love you."

Her smile calmed me, her words immediately made me realize that no matter what happened here tonight, everything would be okay.

"I love you too baby."

I walked out of the room.

It felt like an hour before Richard walked through the front door, but it was probably only mere minutes. I spent my time pacing back and forth, staying out of eye shot of Ashley back in our bedroom. When I finally saw the door open, I thought I was going to have a heart attack my nerves were firing so strongly.

Richard strode inside, his same quiet and confident self. He looked at me and smiled, moving towards me. He reached out his hand to shake mine, somehow I found it despite the delirious state of mind I was in. He shook it firmly, and followed it up with an affectionate pat on the shoulder. I simply nodded, and began walking towards the bedroom.

I entered the room, Richard in tow. As we crossed the threshold I looked upon Ashley, still in the same position I left her in, breathing so hard I thought she might hyperventilate. I looked on as her eyes met Richards, they were distant and consumed with lust. I had never seen her in such a raw, sexual, state. The lights in the room were off, but there was plenty of ambient light shining in from the moon, and also from our living room. Her beautiful visage was a clear as day.

I walked towards my side of the bed and pulled out my desk chair, bringing it closer to the edge of the bed. I was shirtless, and still in my shorts. I looked up at Richard, who stood calmly at the foot of the bed, drinking the image of Ashley in. He was dressed in a tee shirt and khakis, I noticed that he was barefoot, only having to take two steps from his apartment to ours, it made sense.

He was smiling at her, and her at him. My dick was throbbing with such rigidity it nearly caused me pain. I couldn't believe the three of us were in our bedroom, my wife naked for him. I looked on as she continued massaging her gorgeous tits, opening her legs erotically to expose her sopping wet sex for his feasting eyes.

I noticed that Richard's khakis were tenting, absurdly. He stood still, pulling off his shirt and casually tossing it to the side of the room. I was immediately reminded of how much bigger he was than myself. He revealed an impressively toned body with large shoulders and a slim waist. I looked at Ashley who was gazing up at him, eyes glazed. Her lip was bitten.

Richard slowly began unzipping his pants, unlatching the button. They immediately fell to the floor.

Ashley gasped.

The picture sent earlier didn't do it justice. Richard's cock was jutting outwards, proudly, immense, black. It was probably a foot long and maintained an incredible girth across the length of it. Adding to the spectacle of his cock itself was a pair of massive testicles, his pouch as big as a tennis ball. It all hung there, rigid, and intimidating. I began feeling flush, light headed. I looked over at Ashley who had the widest eyes I'd ever seen. One of her hands was now gently smacking at her pussy, seemingly delirious with lust.

Richard stepped out of his pants and approached my wife's side of the bed, completely nude. His obscenely large, black manhood swaying as he walked. Ashley stared at it the entire way over. When he finally reached her he placed his left knee on the bed, giving her a close up view of his sex. She appeared to be in a trance, for she continued to play with herself as she stared at it, completely under it's spell. Richard reached down with his hands and gently took a hold of Ashley's breasts. Massaging one and then the other. He stroked some of her hair behind her ear, and continued. She opened her mouth as if to gasp, but no sound came out. The sight of Richard's large black hands contrasting against my wife's lily white tits almost caused my dick to erupt without physical provocation. I had never seen anything so exciting, so terrifying, so deeply arousing - in my entire life.

She arched her head back, this time letting out a low audible groan. I looked on as her legs squirmed in anticipation, she quickly brought her head back down, seemingly worried his manhood was no longer in view. It was clear she enjoyed looking at Richard's black cock. As she continued to stare at it he gently lunged his hips forward, giving Ashley no option but to take his sex in her hands.

She reached up with one hand, and then the other. Her small, delicate, white fingers slowly wrapped around his fat dark shaft. He was so thick that her fingers had no hope of fully encircling it. I recalled all the times she had stroked my throbbing member, using only one hand and easily touching index finger to thumb while doing so. I wondered what she was thinking as she slowly pumped on his massive dick, using both hands with plenty of room to spare. She bit her lip so hard I was worried she'd draw *******.

It was Richard's turn to tilt his head back in pleasure. My wife continued to pump his large cock, his plump balls swaying as she did. She noticed them, and gently reached over with her left hand, taking his scrotum in her palm. The sheer size of it was spilling out past the edges of her hand, but she massaged his balls all the same. Her massage eventually transitioned into a tickle, as she used her nails to gently tease his testicles.

I heard Richard grunt, and he once again thrust forward - this time bringing the tip of his cock inches away from my wife's mouth.

Stacey's eyes widened, perhaps the gravity of her actions further setting in, perhaps her excitement reaching a fever pitch. She looked up at him, and then back at the massive black cock that was hanging in her face, and she opened her mouth.

I was sweating from the excitement, a continued state of heightened eroticism permeated the room along with my mind. I instinctively began stroking myself as I watched Ashley take Richard in her mouth.

I looked on in horror as her tongue explored the length of his cock. She was possessed by her own lust, kissing up and down his shaft, taking as much of him as she could down her throat. She was infatuated with his manhood, and it was nearly incomprehensible to witness. I had to relinquish my grasp on my own dick for fear that I would explode, ruining the surreal mind state that I currently occupied.

Richard looked on as my wife showered his black cock with copious affection. He maintained his position for a few minutes, but eventually pulled back, shifting his entire body onto the bed in the process.

He looked down at my wife, who's legs were spread for him. Richard gently spread them open even further, positioning his massive member above the entrance to my wife's pussy. Ashley was beside herself, unable to pull her gaze away from the inevitable penetration. Suddenly, Richard slapped his slab of meat down upon her sopping mound. She screamed out, "Oh!"

He continued to slap his manhood across her folds, massaging them open and stimulating her moistened clit with the underside of his large shaft. She was already lost, moaning "Mmm! Oh my god!"

My vision was closing in on me as everything in the world disappeared except for the sight of Richard mounting my wife.

He teased her for a moment more and then pulled back, and pushed forward. Time froze as I watched his engorged black tip mush against my wife's sex, slowly disappearing inside of her. My jaw dropped as fat black inch after fat black inch pushed deep into her white pussy. Her head immediately arched back as she clawed down into our bed sheets, screaming out in incredible throes of passion "Oh God! Oh God! I can't believe ittt! Oh Goddd!!"

Richard continued to piston in and out, gently, but powerfully, on each consecutive thrust more and more of his black cock would enter my wife. Ashley's legs spread up in the air and her toes curled instinctively, she bent her knees in and locked her legs around his lower back as he drove into her. I knew he was filling my wife up like I never had. I knew he was deeper than I had ever been, I knew he was causing Ashley's previously uncharted nerve endings to fire off in pleasure, "Richarddd you are so biggg! Please fuck meee! Oh my goddd I can't believe how big you are!!" She was gasping for air as she took him inside of her.

I stared on in stunned disbelief, gripping into my chair arm rests so as not to reach for my own impossibly hard dick. Richard's shaft was glistening with Ashley's wetness as he began to pick up speed, completely filling her up with the entirety of his engorged black cock. He leaned in and kissed her, muffling her moans with his tongue. The sight of it sent my mind spiraling out of control. He leaned back up and continued his relentless assault on her pussy, his large black balls slapping against her incredible ass as he pumped his manhood deep into her being. She was losing control, "Richard! Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm gonna... I'm gonna! Oh my... Oh!! Fuckkk yesss!!" Her body reacted violently, bucking like I had never seen before, she writhed and squirmed and clawed into Richard's back as her entire body convulsed. I looked on as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and then slammed shut. Her entire nervous system was hi jacked by her orgasm, the waves of pleasure exploding out from her quivering sex, taking a hold of her entire body as she moaned in guttural release. It was like nothing I'd ever seen.

Richard looked down at her, smiling, and then in my direction. He saw my mouth agape, totally blown away by what had just taken a hold of my wife. He gave me a thumbs up, and a smile, and turned his attention back towards Ashley. Her eyes were still closed, her legs still wrapped around his back, she was breathing heavily but seemed to be back from her otherworldly orgasm. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, dazed. She smiled.

That was when Richard spoke for the first time, "You are amazing."

She smiled wider, and replied "That... my goodness."

Richard began slowly pumping in and out of her once again, taking his time to let her recover. She looked down at their joining sexes, and bit her lip.

Richard spoke "Do you like it?" he looked down at her chest, noticing her large breasts swaying in unison with his thrusts atop her torso.

Ashley continued to bite her lip, and nodded.

Richard slowly increased his tempo, quickly spurring my wife back into a sexual high. She moaned as he maintained his deep strokes. "Mmm, Ohh... Yes. Yesss... That feels so incredible."

Without warning he pulled himself from inside of her, his large dick plopping out. I looked on yet again, unable to believe that the entirety of his manhood was inside of my wife. It was coated in a lather of white cream, clearly Ashley's essence had engulfed it during her orgasm moments ago. He grabbed her by her waist, pulling her up and positioning her on her knees. She was now facing towards me. He shuffled on the bed and aligned himself behind her. She was glancing back at him, squirming, spreading her legs and arching her back for him. She desperately wanted his big black cock back inside of her. He grabbed a hold of her waist and gently pushed her shoulders down so that her face was near the bed cushion. She maintained her balance with her forearms.

I looked on as he once again entered my wife, this time from behind. Her head arched back upon penetration and that's when she saw me. She blushed, and averted her eyes briefly, but thought better of it and returned them to me. She saw my erect dick, she saw my lust filled eyes, and she smiled sexily at me, mouthing the words 'I love you.' as Richard pumped his big black cock into her willing sex.

I mouthed them back. She beamed with what looked like pride, and buried her face into the bed cushion, taking him deep.

Richard began a verbal assault, attempting to fuel her lust even further.

"You look beautiful taking me, Ashley. Your pussy was made for big black cock, you know that right?" He spoke in a calm, but sexual tone.

I saw her hands claw into the bed sheets as she moaned loudly, "Oh God..."

"You like getting fucked by big black cock, don't you?" He smacked her ass, for the first time showing some mild signs of aggression. My wife responded to it, "Mmm, Oh God yes..."

"I want to hear you say it. I want John to hear you say it." He began to increase his tempo, her large tits began swaying beautifully underneath her as he pounded her.

Ashley moaned aloud, relenting to his request with no hesitation, "Ohhh! I love big... black... cock! Fuck me Richard!"

Something about hearing her confess her love for black cock sent me over the edge. I pulled out my dick and immediately began stroking it.

Richard knew exactly what to do and say to fuel us both, "Look at your husband. He loves to watch you take it..."

Ashley looked up at me, her body smacking back into Richard's massive cock as she did, her hands still gripping the sheets. She bit her lip when she saw me jerking off.

"He loves you Ashley, but he is a man, and he understands how incredible and erotic it can be to watch nature run its course." He smacked her ass again.

She began to enter another sexually inflamed state, moaning loudly "Ohh! Oh! Fuck!" she closed her eyes to better manage the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Your husband realizes how beautiful you are, how incredibly womanly you are. He's smart enough to know that you deserve to be pleasured on a level that satisfies your primal instincts..." Richard grit his teeth, seemingly preparing for his orgasm, "...on a level that satisfies your soul."

Ashley screamed out and locked up, once again cumming all over Richard's massive black cock. The sounds of their mating sexes sent me over the edge. Richard too, froze, roaring out as he unleashed a torrent of his seed deep into my wife's womb.

I erupted, spewing my load all over myself as I looked on at Richard cumming deep inside of my wife. I came to the harrowing realization that this moment had always inevitable. From the day we moved into the apartment there was a natural, inherent chemistry between the two of them. They gravitated towards each other, getting closer and closer, more and more intimate. The social constructs of marriage or basic societal norms could not hope to compete with the natural, base, erotic magnetism that had just taken place on my marital bed. There was almost something evolutionary about it. Ashley's beautiful, feminine, sexual, white female body being penetrated by a large, hulking, black alpha male sex organ - it was something that couldn't be argued with.

I knew my wife loved me, and I knew we'd be together for the rest of our lives. Like Richard said, there was more to life and relationships than sex. But I also knew this wouldn't be the last time these two experienced each other, and I understood immediately, that my sex life would never be the same.

 

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The fan spinning above me seemed foreign, as did everything else in the room. I blinked my eyes open in a daze. I knew I was in my own home, in my own bed, but something wasn't quite right.

I looked to my left and Ashley was absent, sexually disheveled bedding in her place. I heard the commotion of pots and pans and breakfast sizzle emanating from the kitchen, but I made no attempt to investigate. I glanced at her nightstand and saw the package of birth control, opened, tabs missing. I cringed, and shook my head groggily as the sounds and images of the previous night ran through my mind. Moments ago I was certain it was all a dream. Realizing now at the onset of the reality, it felt more apt to call it a waking nightmare.

My neighbor had fucked my wife. Richard was a good man, and kind. He was also big, and black, and massively hung. I sat in witness as he bombarded Ashley with a blissful onslaught of powerful orgasms. Their first sexual romp was relatively quick. She was waiting for him on our bed, naked and willing. He mounted her sensually - eventually stuffing his enormous cock deep into her pussy. Mere minutes later she came with sexual ferocity, her entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure hijacked her nervous system. It was like nothing I'd ever seen. When she finally recovered Richard took her from behind, pounding Ashley with passion, eventually roaring and emptying his massive black balls deep into her womanhood. I came at the sight of it, spewing my own eruption across my lap as another man unleashed himself into my wife.

I thought that would be the end of it. I thought that singularly taboo moment, another man cumming in my wife, would douse this inexplicable flame of marriage altering exploration. I was wrong. I bore witness to another lust fueled session of interracial, extramarital sex, even cumming again at the sexual napalm occurring in front of me. Ashley rode atop him, beneath him, on her side, on her back. Her beautiful white breasts bouncing, responding to his powerful thrusts, her perfect milky ass shaking and jiggling as his onyx tube invaded her succulent, welcoming pussy. Her sopping wet sex clung to his large black organ as if it was destined to be penetrated by it.

As they mated their verbal exchanges grew bold. With each passing position, with each passing orgasm, their dialogue would enter realms of more extreme taboo, more incendiary sexual fuel. The memory of it crushed me, but somehow that same recollection caused my dick to harden.

My wife's blissful moans and groans escaping through her naughty words, "Mmm... Richard... I love your big cock." she would kiss him deeply after she said it, giving in to the moment.

Richard, to his credit, avoided disrespecting me, but in the heat of their more passionate exchanges certain truths escaped - despite the attempted bizarre decorum.

Ashley gazed downward, past her swaying tits, watching with bitten lip as his massive black cock plunged in and out of her. Richard would speak, "You like watching that?"

Ashley would moan and nod in response. Richard joined her in looking down at their colliding sexes, continuing to stir her passion "I love watching that married pussy take it all." Ashley moaned louder, and clawed into his back as he picked up speed. Her pleasure was undeniable "Ohh! Oh God! Richarddd! I can't believe you're fucking meee!" I looked on in aroused horror as Richard's massive black balls slapped against the lily rear of my wife. His mammoth organ plunged in and out of her, coated in a lathery cream of her cum. She continued to groan out her compliments through her writhing. "It's so... I can't... believe... how good it feels... Don't stoppp!!" They both exploded in delirious pleasure as they came, once again, in powerful unison.

That's the last thing I remembered from the evening.

Come to think of it, I don't even remember how I made my way to the bed. The last memory I have is erupting and then slumping back into the chair. Reality slipping away as I blacked out into a *******.

Looking about my empty bedroom I had a hard time reconciling it all. How could I have let this happen? My wife was taken by another man last night, a man with a penis and body that was much more masculine than my own. I prided myself in being open minded on all things. I respected marriage while simultaneously recognizing its inherent flaws when contrasted against our programming as humans. Was my mind so open that I accidentally approached this idea too far separated from my vows as a husband? Why didn't Ashley put a stop to it? Did she not respect me as a man, as a lover?

No. That couldn't be it. We had great sex, a lot of it. I made her orgasm almost regularly... It was clear and evident over many years that I knew how to satisfy her. I thought back on the 'sexcapades' we had on our honeymoon, but my mind couldn't help itself, and a comparison to Richard was drawn. Another image of Ashley's body racked by mind blowing orgasm flashed across my eyes, massive black cock embedded inside of her pussy.

My mind began to race, and I suddenly felt a panic. For a moment I felt like we... like I... had made a horrible mistake. Our marriage would never be the same. Another deviant image flashed through my head, Richard's large shaft penetrating Ashley once again, her body writhing in incredible pleasure as he invaded her sex, her moans as clear as day. If it was such a terrible mistake than why did it excite me so, even now after the reality of it had occurred in this very bed?

Richard himself had said that many other couples explore things like this, that other husbands enjoy the outrageous taboo of witnessing their wife experience a larger man. I knew better than to believe that outright, but after experiencing this arousal, this inexplicably strong arousal...

Before I had time to further ponder our new reality the bedroom door creaked open. I looked up to see Ashley slowly entering, a tray of bacon, coffee, and orange juice in hand. She looked positively radiant, her entire aura seemingly glowing as she smiled at me. Her hair was perfectly kept, flowing down to her shoulders. She was only dressed in a short sleeved shirt and some linen shorts, but she looked beautiful nonetheless. There was a hint of embarrassment in her eyes as she spoke, "Good morning..." she glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, nervously, "Oops. I mean good afternoon."

She moved to the side of the bed and placed the tray down across my stomach, allowing me immediate access to my breakfast. Before I could offer my thanks she interrupted me. "We... s-should probably talk about last night." she stammered, clearly feeling some uncertainty. Clearing thinking of nothing else the entire morning.

Ashley sat down next to me, her large breasts bouncing under her bra-less shirt as her tush hit the bed cushion. Absurdly, my dick stirred at the sight of it. Even after the events of last night I found her relentlessly attractive. Another perverse mental image flashed through my mind, this time of Richards mouth suckling on my wife's large tits.

Reality slipped back in as Ashley grabbed my attention. She brushed her hair behind her ear, smiling at me "Hi." she said.

I took a reluctant bite of bacon, and returned her pleasantry with a mouth full of food. "Hi." I replied, chewing. I really didn't know how to act around her at this moment in time. My feelings were beyond conflicted, confused.

She prodded more, clearly overwhelmed with discomfort "Are you going to talk to me?" There were a mix of emotions in her eyes. I saw fear, I saw love, I saw that same confusion that I was experiencing.

I took another bite of bacon, this time following it with a gulp of orange juice, awkward in reply, "Yea babe - Of course."

She rested her hand on my thigh, asking with noticeable hesitation, "Are you... mad at me?"

I shook my head, and thought about it for a moment.

Was I? My wife had willingly slept with another man, but I was there for it. I was the one, in a short sighted erotic fog, that allowed it to happen.

I finally found my voice, replying, "No baby. No... I'm just. I don't know." I paused, long. She waited patiently, her hand still resting on my thigh. I looked at her, continuing, "I'm confused. I'm mad... at myself."

She responded with nervous energy, "Don't be! There's no reason to be mad! We are here in this bed, married, and in love with each other. I've been thinking about how lucky we are all morning. We are so comfortable and so open with each other. We just had some naughty fun, like a lot of married couples. Are you regretting it? Do you want to try another girl? We could do that."

She was speaking quickly, nerves controlling her cadence. It was clear she was experiencing some conflicting feelings, and her reassurance and offering was her own attempt as assuaging any lingering doubts she might have had - but she wasn't necessarily wrong. I refused to believe that the past few months of foreplay all occurred in a cloud of bad judgement. There was very real eroticism to it all, and during the entire thing feelings were expressed openly and honestly - between all parties. It really did just seem like something adults might do, some dangerous, naughty, sexual fun. Still, there were some very real consequences that needed to be dealt with. But the thought of another girl was the furthest thing from my mind, and I also wasn't completely willing to buy in on the concept that 'a lot' of married couples did things like this.

I replied, mirroring my thoughts, "What? Ash, no. It's not that, I don't want anyone else. I just doubt many married couples do anything like that." I shook my head in resignation.

Ashley made a face hinting at disagreement, and reached for her phone. She tapped a couple words and handed it to me.

The images on the screen were shocking, erotic, and bountiful. Seemingly hundreds of pictures of different couples, wives, other men, black men. Husbands photographing their wives enjoying much larger men.

My wife's voice chimed in, meekly. "They say it's the biggest sexual fantasy for married couples. It's getting more and more popular too. It's called cuckolding, or hotwifing, or swinging." she paused, and then continued again "I've been researching it all morning."

I looked up at her, "Why?"

She blushed, "I don't know... I guess I just wanted some... reassurance, or, confirmation. Last night was... exciting, and it seemed so... natural." The shade of red on her blushing cheeks continued to deepen. "I don't know. I just knew we couldn't be the only ones who had experienced something like that... and sure enough. It's everywhere."

I didn't know how to react to any of this, but the combination of the erotic photos on the screen and my wife's bold words caused my dick to begin to harden.

I finally found my voice, "I can't believe what I'm hearing." My face was flush, and my boxers were tenting.

Ashley noticed.

I saw a smile appear on her lips, and she reached for me. "Mmm. He's excited is he? I thought after that beating you gave him last night he'd need a couple days off."

She quickly reached her hand into my shorts, grabbing my shaft. I groaned and titled my head back. I couldn't believe wife had noticed my masturbatory marathon as I watched Richard pound her. A part of me was thankful, relieved, that she was finally touching me, and not another man.

I managed a delirious "I can't believe any of this. I can't believe we did it."

Ashley exposed me, stretching my shorts down. I glanced down and saw her hand pumping away at my manhood. I wondered what she thought of it now that she had experienced a much larger man. She spoke softly in reply, almost teasing. "I know baby. It was so crazy, so naughty." she nibbled sexily at my earlobe, causing my balls to boil at a rapid pace. "But it was hot, and I know we both had fun."

I clenched the sheets, melting back into the bed. My wife reached into her top and pulled out one of her breasts, resting it on my face and lips. I instinctively began slurping and kissing her nipples as she jerked me off. I found some room to speak in between kisses, my arousal providing me with the bravado I needed to ask about the night.

"So how good was it, really?" I managed, throatily. It was a stupid question - dangerous and loaded.

I glanced up beyond her smothering breast and saw her bite her lip, she nodded. "It was amazing..." She looked down at my dick, pumping even faster as she admitted her pleasure.

"I felt so... full. I never knew it could feel like that..." She continued pumping, my dick strained, impossibly hard.

"It turned me on so much that you were there. I can't explain it. When he was in me and I looked over and saw you watching. I felt so sexy. I felt like the naughtiest girl in the world."

Feeling emboldened, she asked, "Did you like watching me?"

I nodded immediately, I didn't care anymore. "Yes... It was surreal. You looked beautiful."

She smiled, looking relieved, her cheeks blushing again.

I pressed her thoughts, probing for more. "Would you... Do you want... to do it again?"

She stuttered, but continued stroking my sex. "No, I-Uh, I... don't know... Would you want me too?"

I knew she would want to, and a crazed part of me wanted to see her in that position again, but I knew we needed to be careful. "I... don't know."

Ashley leaned in to kiss me, sensing I was getting near to cumming "I always knew you were a bit of a voyeur." she leaned down and began whispering in my ear.

"Cum for me baby."

My mind wandered back to last night, specifically Richard's roar as he pumped his seed into Ashley, my wife's eyes rolling back into her head as she came harder than I thought possible, all over another man's big cock.

I erupted, spurting what seed I had remaining onto her hand and my stomach. She stroked me to completion, and then gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I love you." she said.

"I love you too."

A few hours had passed and Ashley and myself were snuggled on our couch watching television. With a bit more time behind me I realized the situation wasn't as dire as I had originally thought. If anything, I found myself even more relentlessly attracted to my wife than before. Seeing her uninhibited and freely enjoying herself on a heightened sexual level was something that I'll never forget. She was nestled on my lap and I kept stealing glances at her, soaking in her beauty, it was almost as if there was an entirely new woman resting on me, and I loved her.

I found myself needing to use the restroom. I tapped Ashley's butt, motioning her off of my lap. As i walked to the powder room I noticed a piece of torn paper on the floor, right next to the front door. Someone had slid a note inside. Upon picking it up I read the words, 'I just wanted to thank both of you for a wonderful evening, that was the most fun I've had in years.'

I walked back over to Ashley and placed it in her lap, "Someone left this note for us, I wonder who?" I offered, sarcastically, and returned to the bathroom.

Whilst inside I decided to text Richard. I assumed he may be wondering how we were both handling the aftermath.

'Thanks for the note, talk soon.'

A mere moment passed before the reply.

'Everything OK?'

I shook my head, another emotional aftershock, this new reality once again smacking me over my head. I thought on a reply.

'Everything is OK. A bit strange this morning, trying to wade through the circumstance, but we are happy and OK.'

A waited a moment before existing the bathroom, and another reply came.

'Sounds like a completely normal reaction, just communicate with her. My door is open whenever you want to talk. Thanks again. Shes an incredibly beautiful and sexual woman - and you are an extremely lucky man.'

On that much, I think, we could agree. I decided to poke some fun at him.

'After last night, I'd say you are as well.' I smirked as I hit send, shaking my head once again in absurd amusement.

An immediate reply, which was a laugh, and a thumbs up emoticon.

The easy line of communication between Richard and myself was another weight lifted off my shoulders. My mood continued to improve as the day went on.

The next morning, as I was leaving for work, I ran into him in the hall. Our conversation was brief, as he too was headed out to a meeting, but I decided to invite him over for the game on Sunday. I didn't want to make it seem like we were avoiding him, even though I think a part of me wanted to.

"I'll be there." he accepted, as we stepped into the elevator.

It was silent for a moment, but then he continued, "Really glad everything's alright with you two, but I knew from the first time I met you guys that you had a strong relationship. That was really half of the reason I was comfortable even discussing it with you."

He paused again, and then asked, cautiously, "Did you have a good time?"

I chuckled, and replied, "Everything that's been conditioned in me says I shouldn't have, but for some reason... Yeah, I got a huge kick out of watching her."

Richard's face relaxed even further, smiling.

"That's fucking great man. Unfortunately society programs us to think certain ways, but what happened the other night was simply human nature running its course."

He stuttered, catching himself, "...That being said, just so we're clear. I'm operating under the assumption that experience was a one time thing. I don't want you thinking that I'd simply expect something like that to happen again..."

I interrupted him, "Richard, seriously. No worries there man. I think I know you well enough to know that you don't take things for granted."

He patted my back as we walked out of the building, "Appreciate you, John. See you later."

I nodded, and we went our separate ways.

I arrived home later that evening to find Ashley preparing dinner in the kitchen. My nose hit by a delicious scent as soon as I walked through the door. After we exchanged an embrace and kiss hello we sat down for dinner. She was quiet at first, but eventually spoke.

"I ran into Richard in the hall earlier." she blushed.

"Oh?" I replied, taking another bite of my peas, remaining visibly calm but immediately feeling excited at the thought of them interacting.

"How did that go?" I asked, finally.

She turned her typical shade of embarrassed red, "Fine... He asked me how I was."

I laughed, "Yeah? What did you say."

She chuckled, easing the tension some, "I said I was fine."

"Fine, huh? Nothing was said about..."

She interjected, "Yeah... he asked me if I had fun."

"And?" I said, looking up at her as I took a sip of water, washing down a bite of pasta.

She blushed even deeper, "I told him I did."

"Good... Good to be honest." I took another bite. "...Did he say anything else?"

Her tone turned more cautious.

"We talked a bit, he seemed worried about b-birth control, made sure I was using some." she stuttered, admitting to the next bit. "He said he didn't mean to... you know, inside of me - he just got lost in the moment."

My dick jumped to full hardness, absurdly. I only nodded, not giving it away.

Sensing my discomfort, but not my arousal, she continued - moving away from the awkward reality of pregnancy risk, "He also said that I'm lucky to have you."

"Oh?" That piqued my interest. "Hows that?"

Her tone changed, and she spoke more seriously, "He said it takes a strong man to be confident enough to allow his wife to explore her sexuality, you know, beyond the normal boundaries. That it takes a loving husband to find pleasure in his wife's pleasure, that sort of thing..." She paused, and continued, "I think he's right."

I simply nodded again, unsure of how to process that, cautious but absorbing the logic of the statement. I replied, "Did he flirt with you much?"

 

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She shook her head, "No. Not at all. But he told me you invited him over on Sunday, for the game."

I acknowledged the invite, "I didn't want it to seem like we were avoiding him, I kind of..."

She interrupted, "No, I agree, smart. I'll just order some pizzas or something."

I nodded in agreement, and we finished our dinner.

Later that evening we found ourselves in bed, naked, and exploring each others bodies like it was the first time. I was enraptured by her skin, by her curves. I passionately grabbed at her large breasts, pinching her nipples. It was impossible not to acknowledge that mere nights ago another man had fondled them. When I entered her i almost came immediately, it took my entire concentration to focus on not exploding. I slid in easily, she was sopping wet and welcoming. We made no mention of Richard, or the other night, but we both stared into each others eyes with a knowing eroticism. Another man had been inside of her, deeper than me, wider than me, pounding her feminine insides with primal masculine authority. He had stretched her sex, and made her body convulse and orgasm like it was her first time, and when he was done - he seeded her, shooting his cum deep into her womb.

We both came, myself explosively, and Ashley with a low and sensual moan - melting into each other and slowly falling into a melancholic *******.

Sunday soon arrived and the evening went off without a hitch. There was no tension, sexual or otherwise, at least none that I could pick up on. The focus of the conversation was on the game, and other miscellaneous happenings. Like Ashley said, we ordered some pizzas, had some beers, and enjoyed a casual night as we had countless times before. If anything it seemed that Richard and Ashley were avoiding engaging in their usual flirtations. I guess it was an effort to reestablish a baseline decorum after they had been sexually intimate with each other. There was class and restraint shown by all parties in the room, as was to be expected. I saw them stealing glances at each other, but felt that was normal behavior for two people who had recently explored each others bodies for the first time.

A few weeks went by, in rather unremarkable fashion. We saw Richard a handful of times and the topic was never broached, it was almost as if that evening had never happened. Ashley and I maintained a healthy appetite for sex, slightly increasing in frequency since before the event - but we refrained from referring to it, for whatever reason. I was actually starting to think it would go down in our marital history as 'that crazy night', a one time step into uncharted territory.

Only a few more weeks passed, before I was proven wrong. It was a Saturday night when Richard stopped by. He had with him a very expensive bottle of wine, and world class Belgian chocolates. A client of his had given them to him as a gift, and he didn't want to break them open by his lonesome.

The evening started off normal enough, with a quick dinner and some light conversation. Ashley had politely declined the chocolate with her wine, stating that she was trying to diet. We found ourselves in the living room, but in this instance Richard had found his seat next to my wife, on the sofa. I was sitting across from them on one of our recliners. We sipped our wine and continued to chat over the background noise of the television. We engaged in a quirky conversation about one of the girls at Ashley's daycare. She had recently gotten married had shared some joking complaints about her newly minted husband. Richard offered some cutting commentary on newlywed life, and Ashley would laugh - resting her hand on his leg, and leaning into him flirtatiously.

As the evening progressed we finished the bottle of expensive wine, and broke open another, less impressive, vintage. We all had gotten a bit loose, and Ashley kept stealing glances at me, sex clearly in her eyes. On one occasion she leaned into Richard and lingered, looking in my directly devilishly. I smirked, instinctively.

Just as I was beginning to note the rising temperature in the room, my phone interrupted me. Work never called on Saturday nights, and as such I decided I better make sure it wasn't an emergency. I stood, walking into the bedroom to take the call. Luckily, it was just one of the secretaries with a minor paperwork issue, concerning to her in the moment but ultimately unimportant. She apologized for the intrusion and I soon walked back into the living room.

As I reemerged from the bedroom I noticed that Ashley's face was flush and her breathing was heavy. It looked like her top was ruffled and her skirt was bunched. I glanced down at Richards crotch and saw the unmistakable tent in his lap. She glanced up at me with a sexual, guilty look in her eyes. It was the look that I knew meant sex, the look that told me she wanted some cock. In the past I would have known it was my queue to take action, but tonight, as she glanced back down at the hulking manhood concealed beneath our neighbors pants - I knew she wanted Richard to fuck her.

I sat back down, feigning ignorance - nervous energy coursing through my veins.

We sat in silence for only a moment, and she spoke, sex lingering in her words, "You know, on second thought. I think I could go for some of that chocolate."

Richard nodded and stood - seemingly to grab the box of Belgians from the kitchen counter. Right when he was about to make his first stride towards them Ashley grabbed the rear of his pants. "No", was all she said.

He turned and faced her, looking down. There was a mix of confusion and arousal on his face.

My wife leaned backwards into the sofa. She lifted one leg sexually and slowly, gently rested the bottom of her delicate foot on the front of Richards pants. "I was actually hoping for something a bit bigger than those." she bit down on her bottom lip as the words escaped her mouth.

The energy in the room immediately changed. My face went flush and my heart started to pound. My reaction made more significant when I noticed that my wife's bare pussy was exposed upon lifting her leg. Her skirt had peeled up with the motion of raised leg, and her panties were nowhere in sight. Her mound was pale, inflamed, and clearly glistening with her wetness.

Richard said not a word, and merely began unbuckling his belt. He unclasped it and his pants fell to he ground. He was not wearing any underwear, and his mammoth black cock sprung outwards nearly a foot.

Ashley locked eyes with it immediately, a look of intense satisfaction took shape on her face.

"There he is." she spoke, softly - almost to herself. She smiled, looking up at him, sultrily.

Richard smiled back, and began unbuttoning his shirt. He was soon standing completely nude in our living room, my wife marveling at his sex once again. He stepped forward, "You like my black cock, don't you Ash." It wasn't a question.

The words, and his cock, hung there, imposing. She sat forward, bringing her hand up to meet his shaft. She immediately began caressing his manhood, stroking his black shaft with fervor. She nodded, "I love it."

Richard, seemingly more comfortable in his role, more willing to taunt, to tease - continued, "I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around it."

Ashley looked up at him, and then over at me. I provided no reaction other than a stunned blank stare. She smiled at me, and she leaned in, slowly planting sensual and wet kissing along his thick shaft. My dick began to strain painfully against my slacks, but I made no motion to expose myself, not yet.

I looked on as my wife transformed in front of me, turning into a woman possessed. She licked up and down the entirety of his cock, fondling his huge balls as she attempted to take his sex in her mouth. She could only get a portion of his sizable manhood in her throat before having to relent.

Richard was loving it, "Fuck yeah baby. That feels good."

As she pleasured him he leaned down and began to undress her, she lifted her arms and tore of her skirt in acceptance. Moments later her bra was off, my wife's large tits spilling out for his feasting eyes.

She pulled away from sucking him, and spoke, urgently. "I need you inside of me. Take me, please. Take me to bed." Her face was flushed red, her breathing nearly panicked, her eyes distant, and glazed.

Richard obliged, picking her up from the sofa, her beautiful breasts jiggling as he cradled her. He headed towards our marital bed, carrying my naked wife in his arms. His large black cock bounding as he strode, a stark reminder of what was going to be penetrating her womanhood in mere moments.

I remained in the chair, I was too stunned to move. I had a clear view into the bedroom, the door was wide open. The second he laid her down on the bed she began opening her legs, offering her sex to him.

Richard wasted no time, aligning his massive black cock at the entrance of her pussy, he thrust himself inside of her with passionate vigor. As his shaft slowly breached her marital walls she moaned, and the sound of the passion in her voice echoed off the walls of our home. He immediately started pounding her pussy.

"Ohhh! Mmm! Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuckkk! My G-My God! Oh! Fuck Yes Richard Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meee!"

The view into the bedroom was impossibly erotic. Richard was slamming into her, his massive black pouch slamming into the rear of her white ass, creating a perverse slapping noise. This time there was more passion between them, more need, less worry. They were mating, and it was clear by the way they took one another. I looked on in horror as Ashley's legs splayed open, wrapping around Richards body. Her delicate white hands reached outward and clutched his dark rear, pulling him - somehow - even further inside of her.

Her groans were primal, her words - scathing and true.

"My God! Ohhh! I love the way you fuck me Richard! Take me! Take me! Fuck my married pussyyy!"

I came, without physical provocation, exploding in my pants. My mouth was agape, and I couldn't reconcile this level of absurd arousal. I couldn't process her deeply disturbing words.

I didn't even have time to soften, another cry from Ashley had my loins stirring almost seconds after emptying themselves.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna..." The cry of her orgasm was harrowing, she had never made a sound like that before. It sounded almost ancestral, a beautiful woman being satisfied on a deeply human level. As I looked into the doorway of my bedroom I saw her entire body quivering, convulsing, as she laid beneath another man. They were kissing passionately as the pleasure waves of the orgasm cascaded through her nervous system, cleansing her being. They quieted for a while, and simply kissed, while she recovered.

There was a cocktail of emotions swirling through my mind. I was partially gutted and completely aroused. I stood, and slowly entered the bedroom, disrobing in the process. I needed to have her. Richard looked back at me as I entered, smiling. He waved me over, slowly pulling himself out of my wife. It was an obscene sight. His massive black shaft, coated in the juices of my wife's orgasm, slid out with a plop. Ashley's juices lingered, sticking to it even after he stood aside.

Her pussy was engorged, her hole, obvious. I stepped on the bed and entered her immediately. She felt sopping, warm, and loose. Her pussy had no time to recover from the beating that it received, but it mattered not - she still felt beautiful. I thrust in and out for some time, pumping my dick into my wife with delirious need. Ashley opened her eyes, looking up at me, smiling. She pulled me down into her, kissing me with love. "Fuck me baby." she whispered.

I had no chance of lasting, and I felt my orgasm unleash, blasting into my wife's pussy. She held me tightly as I shuddered, collapsing into her. "Thank you." she spoke, kissing me again.

I rested like that for a moment, and then leaned back, slowly pulling myself out of her, sliding out of her sex with ease. Richard wasted no time, patting me on the back and then re-assuming my role on the bed. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over, her gorgeous ass on display. He propped her up and he spread her legs, preparing to enter her for the second time of the night. She looked back with lust in her eyes.

"I'm such a naughty slut." she said, biting her lip, distant and aroused.

Richard thrust into her pussy, seemingly unconcerned that I had just cum inside of it moments earlier. He began to fuck her with incredible *******. "Not just any slut... You're a black cock slut." He grunted as he thrust, and Ashley began to moan into the bed cushion.

"You're a married black cock slut, and you love it."

Inexplicably, my dick began to stiffen once more. I didn't think it would even be possible for me to experience an arousal again so soon after a second orgasm, but this situation was undeniable, sexual an addictive white substance. Ashley moaned loudly at this words.

I collapsed into the same chair I bore witness to the first time she was taken, looking on as her huge tits swayed beneath her as Richard pummeled her pussy.

"Tell him Ash. Tell John that you love black cock. Tell him that you're a naughty black cock slut." He gave her ass a hard slap, and her head arched upwards. She looked in my direction, lip bitten again, moaning between words.

"Oh baby. He's right. I'm a naughty, mmm, Oh! I'm... Oh! I'm a black cock slut! Ohhh!"

I immediately began to stroke myself at her admission, my perversions getting the best of me.

"I'm sorry baby. Oh fuck! Mmm, Oh! I'm sorry! But I love his big black cock!" She looked right at me as she said it.

"Don't apologize." Richard said, slapping her ass again. "He loves that you're a black cock slut."

Somehow, he wasn't wrong. I was fast approaching a third orgasm, and I could sense that Richard was approaching his, his grunting began.

"I'm gonna cum in your pussy Ashley. I'm gonna cum in that married pussy. Tell John you want it."

"Ohhh! Oh! Fuck!" She was moaning loudly, ready to take him. "Cum inside me Richard. I love it when you cum in meee!!"

Richard roared, clutching into her hips, his massive black balls contracting upwards against his shaft, seemingly pulsing as he unloaded his cum deep into my wife's womb. Ashley clutched at the bedsheets so hard she ripped into them, screaming like a woman possessed as she accepting his seed.

I came, with barely anything left in the tank, but my orgasm was astonishing as my brain completely and willingly accepted the sight in front of me. My wife loves being satisfied by Richard's big cock, and I love watching it.

 

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"Ohhh! God!!"

"Oh God! Richarddd!!"

Ashley was cumming on him again. She moaned loudly, clutching into his large arms as the pleasure overtook her body. It was her third time tonight.

I never tired of watching her orgasm, especially when it was all over Richard's behemoth.

I was standing nude a few feet away from our bed, it was my usual spot during their love making. I pumped my own orgasm, squirting my seed onto the hardwood flooring below. I usually finished in Ashley, or at the very least, on top of her - but on this night my cuckolding was too visually stimulating, and I lost control.

Richard grunted deeply as he pulled his cock out of my wife, erupting in usual and impressive fashion, launching rope after rope of his cum across Ashley's heavy breasts and trim tummy. She squeezed her tits together, watching intently as his cum splashed across her skin, coating her goosebumped flesh and erect nipples. I could see the appreciation and attraction in her eyes as she watched him cum, she adored his masculine appendage.

After the three of us came down from our sexual high, we all laughed, as we usually did. We had been doing this for nearly two years now, and after all this time I would expected it to lose at least a fraction of its intensity. It didn't.

I walked over to my wife, who appeared to be recovering from her orgasm. Richard was standing, wiping the sweat from his brow, and I couldn't help but to notice his engorged black cock starting to deflate as he looked for his clothes near our bed. I leaned down and kissed Ashley, as I normally did when they were finished. It would have usually been my cue to mount and reclaim her, but as I said, tonight I came too early.

As crazy as it is to say, over the last couple years my wife and I had embraced the cuckolding lifestyle. Richard was our respectful, loving, and dominant bull. He never pushed us, at least not into uncomfortable or disrespectful territory. He also never made any distrustful attempts to have Ashley when I wasn't around. He knew his role, and frankly, it was first and foremost as our friend. More often than not, we would see Richard separate from a sexual setting. The three of us would occasionally go to a movie together, sometimes dinner. There were even many times where Richard and I would catch a sports game, without Ashley. Outside of the bedroom it was a respectful and fulfilling friendship, but inside the bedroom, everyone knew their role.

Their lovemaking was always amazing to watch. I never tired of seeing Ashley's womanhood stretch to accommodate Richard's incredible size. My wife would yield powerful vaginal orgasms to him, ones that I couldn't provide her with, and she would always scream passionately as she came. They way she would cream on his manhood, the way she would moan and clutch his body, the way her eyes would roll to the back of her head. There was no denying that my wife loved when he was inside of her, and reconciling that truth proved to be an insane spark or eroticism for our marriage. There were obviously moments where I felt embarrassed, or even mildly humiliated, but I think part of being cuckolded is mastering those feelings and transforming them into a deep arousal. I had gotten very good at doing that, and I never felt quite as aroused as when I was watching the two of them in the throes of lust. Every now and then they would kiss, and Ashley would let her words escape, confirming to us both that she would always be Richard's "black cock slut." Those comments were strikingly racy, and fueled by her passion. But once we were out of the bedroom, she was right back to being my loving wife. No one in our day to day lives would have ever suspected Ashley as a cuckoldress, and that only proved to make our secret sex life that much more exciting.

"You boys won't see me for a couple weeks." Ashley spoke with exaggerated disappointment, using a towel to clean her breasts of sweat and seed. She was heading out of state to visit her best friend from grade school, who was about to be giving birth to twins. I was originally going to fly out with her, but something came up at work, and we both felt it smarter for me to stay home and take care of it.

"Truly devastating." Richard replied, as he closed his belt loop, dressing himself.

"To be honest with you, I don't know how we're going to survive." I added. "Don't blame me if you come back to a disaster." I spoke in a joking manner.

Ashley had thrown on her nightie, breasts bouncing naturally beneath the thin silken fabric. She spoke, "Oh no you don't! Richard you better make sure he keeps this place clean!"

Richard looked up at me smiling, now buttoning his shirt, "We may need to rethink that party, John."

I laughed, and Ashley rolled her eyes in frustration, as she headed into the bathroom to finish cleaning up.

My two weeks of bachelor freedom started with a lot of beer, and a lot of televised sports. I loved my wife more than life itself, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the carefree evenings without responsibility. Richard would stop by and join me, usually bringing dinner with him. "God knows you aren't cooking." He would jokingly add.

One night, we actually took in an NBA game down at the arena. Richard treated me by purchasing seats only a few rows back from the court. It ended up being a great game, and a fun night, both of us throwing back premium scotch with reckless abandon.

We eventually stumbled back home, and I thanked him as we said our goodbyes for the evening. I made a mental note that I'd have to pay him back somehow. Suddenly, and to my amusement, I remembered he was regularly sleeping with my wife - and I jokingly told myself that we'd call it even.

As I began getting ready for bed, Ashley called.

"Hey baby." She spoke, seemingly happy to hear my voice. "What did you get into tonight?"

"Richard and I went to the game." I paused, appreciating the night, "It was actually a lot of fun."

I could hear her smile through the phone. "That's nice. I bet the two of you had a ton of female attention."

"Well you know me. Luckily Richard was there to keep them at bay. At one point he had to shove away three separate girls who were trying to get to me."

That comment garnered a loud laugh from Ashley, "Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly how it went."

I chuckled, and she continued. "Do me a favor and open my nightstand babe. I wanted to give Erica the name of the author from that book I'm reading."

I rolled across the bed, pulling open the drawer below and picking up the book in question, "Roberta Henrikson" I replied.

I heard the commotion of female voices in the background as she told one of them the name, and then she replied to me, "Thanks baby. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Love you."

"Love you too." I replied.

As I moved to place the book back in the nightstand something caught my eye. It was my wife's diary, barely visible beneath another large novel. I picked it up, driven by curiosity. I knew my wife kept a diary, and I knew she wrote in it often. It was strange to me, a grown woman still keeping one, but I suppose it wasn't unheard of.

I don't know why I opened it, but I did. I'd like to blame it on the scotch, but I knew there was a deeper curiosity there as well.

I flipped the pages, getting a general sense of the span of the book. It was a massive composition type binding, more a tomb really. It spanned multiple years, dating back to before we were even married. I don't know why I did what I did, but my instinct carried my thumbs, moving the pages back to a couple years ago, when we first moved in to the apartment. I quickly found the date that I was subconsciously looking for, and my mouth went dry as I read the first sentence.

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I slept with Richard last night!

Slept with isn't the correct wording actually - Richard fucked me last night - and John watched!

I still can't believe it actually happened... It was just so unbelievably exciting!

I never would have imagined I would ever have sex with another man, a man who wasn't John (who I love with all my heart), but when I saw Richard's cock, it's like my instincts took over - I lost control!

I was doing some reading this morning, and was relieved to see that what we did is becoming more and more common among married couples. "Cuckolding", I guess is what we did. It's kind of naughty to think that John would enjoy watching me with a bigger cock (and trust me, he did!)

Cock! I can't believe I'm writing that word, up until recently I never even used it. Up until Richard everything had been a dick, or a wiener - lol. But not with him, that man, has a COCK.

My mind can't stop picturing it. It was just so big! My roommate in college would always tease me by showing me pictures of big black cocks, and even though I would pretend they were gross, deep down they always excited me. I think any woman who's ever seen one would know what I'm talking about. I guess all those times left an impression on me, and when I saw Richard's, in real life - it was just so manly to look at - I can't explain it!

Don't get me wrong, I love John, and I love Johns dick. He's technically above average, I think. But Richard - It's not even a fair comparison, the man has a gift from the gods!

And I can't even begin to describe the sex. No man has ever come close to fucking me as good as Richard did last night. I had an orgasm so intense that I literally lost control of my body, it was amazing! My god, I'm getting soaking wet just thinking about it!

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I had finished reading the page of words, and I noticed that my mouth was agape, and my dick was fully erect. Even a thousand miles away, my wife was still able to drive me crazy. I pulled out my dick and began stroking as I continued to read her intimate thoughts. It was a shameful move, but I was simply too intrigued to stop, too aroused. I flipped ahead to another passage. This one was more recent.

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Lately, I have been having wild fantasies while having sex with Richard. I never feel more like a woman than when he's inside me (as much as that makes me blush to admit!), but it's been going even further than that recently. It's like sex with him unhinges my mind, and allows me to think wild, sexual thoughts!

I know it sounds silly, but sometimes I fantasize that I'm a Queen of some sort.

(I'm blushing as I write this, but I don't care!)

John is my King, and Richard is an invading conqueror.

Richard invades, and defeats John. He has me prepared on our bed. I protest, John protests, but it doesn't matter - Richard is now the ruler.

Richard removes his clothes, and his huge black cock hangs there. He's much, much bigger than John. He knows it. I know it. John knows it. My protest slowly relents as my womanly instincts take hold of my body. This man has defeated my husband. His body, and his cock are much larger than his as well. He is, by every measure, a more masculine and attractive man (only in my fantasy!).

I feel the wetness between my legs, to my initial shame. My husband looks on in horror, but ultimately accepts his fate.

I surrender to Richard, opening my legs, silken fabrics falling to the side and exposing my kitty to him.

John watches as Richard conquers me. His huge cock stretches me out as he invades me, I try to prevent the moans, but its hopeless - it feels too good. The screams echo the room as he fucks me. I wrap my legs around his lower back and surrender to him completely (This is one of my favorite things to do in real life. It's like Richard is the alpha male and I'm latching on to him giving him what's his to take!). The lovemaking is intense, and the three of us know I'm getting fucked better than I ever have by John. He looks on in anguish as my orgasms start to sweep over me.

(In real life John looks at me with such a longing, like he's never more attracted to me than when Richard is fucking me, it only helps reinforce this ridiculous fantasy!)

I cum hard, over and over again, all over Richard's manly cock. I look into my husbands eyes, my conquered King, as Richard roars, cumming deep inside me!

Obviously once we are out of the bedroom, those ridiculous fantasies fade away. I love and respect John more than any man alive. But in the moment, Richard does something to me, and cuckolding John sends my mind into overdrive. It's like high risk role play, and it's so unbelievably exciting!

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Her impossibly erotic diary entry was too much, and I came violently all over myself and our bed.

I leaned back into my pillows, delirious. I couldn't believe how arousing it was to read the naughty thoughts within the mind of my wife. To be honest, a part of me was relieved. In weaker moments I wondered if she ever wanted more out of her relationship with Richard, in really weak moments I wondered if she would leave me. After reading her fantasies though, everything that happened with him in the bedroom, seemed destined to stay in the bedroom. It was strange, but I fell even deeper in love with Ashley after reading her diary that night. I vowed to never open the book again, and quickly tossed it back in her nightstand drawer. Although I did cum to the memory of her erotic description nearly every night until she returned from her trip.

She was home the following week, and I couldn't help but recall that diary entry when we were back in bed together. The memory of it caused me to cum too quickly.

"Jesus. I'm sorry." I said, finishing my eruption insider her.

She clutched my back and kissed me. "It's okay baby."

"Maybe I should go get Richard to finish the job." I added, jokingly. It was a typical joking comment that I made when I felt that she wasn't completely satisfied with my efforts.

"No John. Stop." Her voice was suddenly curt.

It confused me, and I replied, "Huh? Everything okay?"

She appeared to mull over her thoughts for a moment, and then replied, "I think I want to take a break from seeing Richard for awhile. In the bedroom, I mean."

My initial reaction was disappointment, which in itself confused me. My feelings soon turned to concern, however.

"Is everything okay Ash? I know you love fucking him, I'm just wond-"

"I want to have a baby John." Her eyes were earnest and loving. Her words caught me completely off guard.

I looked into her eyes, silently, and then kissed her deep. "Okay." I replied, with love and excitement. It was sudden, and without warning - although I was certain that the trip and her friend had inspired her. I was surprised by the immense excitement I felt, and knew this would be the start of a new chapter for us.

Ashley stopped birth control a few days later, and a few days after that, I broke the news to Richard. Part of me expected him to be disappointed, maybe even masking some anger. I knew he loved bedding Ashley, so I couldn't help but wonder how he would truly react.

He nearly broke my back with how hard he hugged me.

"That's incredible John! I'm damn happy for the both of you!" I had never seen the man so enthusiastic.

My next sentence, was harder to speak. "Pretty much means we're - Uh - Gonna take it easy on the bedroom antics for awhile." I didn't know how to phrase it.

Richard gave me a look that more or less said, "No ******* genius." But he laughed following it.

"Yeah, I'd assume as much." He paused, continuing, "No worries. I have the memories for those late nights by myself."

I joked, "With the amount that you nut when you're with Ashley, I figured you never masturbated." My comment caused a deep laugh from Richard.

A part of me loved these open, absurd conversations with our friend and bull. And that same part of me was going to miss them. Another part of me wondered if this was the end of our wild cuckolding adventure. Ultimately though, my desire to start a family was far more important than satisfying any sexual kink that my wife and I had developed. I knew Ashley felt the same.

Ashley and I fucked like rabbits for the first few months that she was off birth control. We still made teasing references to Richard during our love making. She would even make daring comments about the prospect of calling him over to finish the job, if I couldn't "stick the landing". In the moment, those erotic teases would always cause us both excitement, and we knew they were simply in good fun. Unfortunately, though, we would soon come to deeply regret them.

It wasn't until the sixth month of attempts that I learned of my condition. I thought back to a peewee football game in fourth grade. I took a cleated kick so hard to my groin that I was in the hospital for two weeks. I vaguely recall the potential impact to my sperm development, but to hear it spelled out for me in reality - it crushed me.

It crushed Ashley too.

There were many tears shed that day and the days following. It pains me to say that I began drinking heavily, unable to cope. It was mental *******, having to reconcile the reality of sterility. I would curse myself, somehow blaming my cuckolding fetish, convincing myself that I deserved it. In weak and drunken moments I would admit the same to Ashley, which caused her deep sorrow. She would insist that it was a ridiculous notion, one time even slapping me across the face, telling me to stop feeling sorry for myself - telling me that she still loved me and that this changed nothing for her. She even mentioned adoption, but I wasn't ready to think about alternatives yet.

Strangely, it wasn't until Richard found out, that my mental state started to improve.

"I heard about your condition John." His voice was direct, and honest. He had invited me out for breakfast, to which I begrudgingly accepted. I cringed at the thought of my wife talking about my sterility to our former bull. I hated myself.

I just shook my head, defeated, replying, "Yeah."

"You can't let this beat you John. I won't allow it." He urged.

"It's already beaten me Richard. I can't have *******. I'm sterile. There's no way to 'beat' it." I added air quotes for emphasis. I was in no mood to listen to pipe dream positivity.

"God damnit John. That's not what makes a man." He raised his voice, seemingly frustrated by my attitude.

"What makes a man than Richard, when he enjoys the sight of his wife with another man?" I blurted, not meaning it, but lashing out regardless. Thankfully, no one near us heard.

He was taken aback by my comment, and was silent for a moment. He finally spoke, "It kills me to see you like this."

We both sat in silence for a few more minutes, sipping on our coffee.

"You know George Washington was sterile." He added, clearly searching for any words that might comfort me.

"Yes. I know. My doctor told me the same thing." I took another sip of coffee. "Who gives a fuck about George Washington?"

"I suppose you're right." He conceded.

We sat again in silence again, this time for longer. I glanced up at him a few times, and could tell he was mulling over something heavy. His eyes were filled with the strife of a painful memory.

He spoke again, but this time in a tone that was somehow different. "I've never told anyone this John, so listen up." He paused, taking another sip of his coffee, eventually continuing, his words as heavy as I'd ever heard them.

"My wife was barren. It was one of her many medical complications."

The revelation stunned me.

"Candice and I tried and tried - for years. We didn't even visit a doctor until a fifth year without success." He paused again, sighing. "But you know what?"

"What?" I replied, genuinely curious.

"She's the best human being I've ever known, by miles. I don't think even one fraction less of that woman for not being able to bear my children. I've told you before, she was my heart, and those struggles, among others, only proved to bring us together." He paused, eyes full of emotion. "I suggest you do the same with Ashley."

 

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With that, he stood, tossing a fifty dollar bill on the table, and then he turned to leave.

I didn't realize it at the time, but the conversation I had with Richard allowed me to finally break free from self pity, and start on the path back to happiness. There was progress over the next few months, but Ashley and I weren't having any sex, both depressed from our circumstance. One day, as I was picking her up from daycare, I saw her laughing as she played with two of the younger children. She looked so beautiful, so happy. In life you have these unsuspecting moments that change you, and that was one of them.

When she fastened her belt in the passenger seat, I kissed her, looking into her eyes. I spoke, "Let's look into sperm donors."

Her eyes welled up and she immediately began to cry. We kissed a few more times, our hearts finally returning to each other. "D-Don't you think. W-Wouldn't you prefer to adopt?" She asked.

Truth is, I had already been weighing the realities available to us.

"No." I paused, adding. "I love you, and want our baby to be as much like you as possible. I also want you to experience everything that comes along with this, as much as you can."

Many tears were shed that day as well, but unlike earlier in the year, these tears brought with them happiness and potential.

We had incredible, loving sex over the next few weeks. We also began investigating donor options. However, every time we browsed the site and visited the fertility clinic, my mind would wander to a harrowing thought.

We would sit there, with every conceivable metric available to us. Height, weight, ethnicity, IQ, career, education, family history. Some men would score high in one category, and low in others. Regardless of the hard data, what were these men actually like? Were they assholes, degenerates? What was in their character? I greatly appreciated the option to pursue this method, and Ashley was beginning to narrow down what her preferred statistics were, but that nagging thought would not leave my mind.

After a few more weeks had passed, I finally built up the courage to speak with him.

The first time I ever saw Richard emotional, was the night I laid the proposition at his feet. He didn't cry, but he toiled over my words, and the anguish was visible on his face.

"I don't know what to say John. My first reaction is one of honor. I'm truly, genuinely, honored."

Before I could reply to that, he continued, "But my second reaction is far more complicated. There are a million emotions, thoughts, concerns, swirling in my mind."

I attempted to assuage his concerns where I could, "To be clear, just a few obvious points. One, you would have no responsibility to the baby, neither financial nor in terms of guardianship. If you want we could certainly have some documents prepar-"

"That's the least of my worries John. My concerns were more, personal, internal."

I remembered what he mentioned about all those years, the attempts at a baby of his own.

"Unfortunately, Richard, I never knew your lovely wife." I paused, weighing my words. "Forgive me if I'm overstepping, but I would hope Candice would find something beautiful about this circumstance, something beautifully ironic."

That caused his gaze to look downward, his eyes clearly damp with remembrance.

We sat in silence for a moment, and I continued, "I haven't mentioned this possibility to Ashley, but I have a hard time believing that the thought hasn't crossed her mind."

"The baby would be mixed race." He added.

The comment surprised me, but I replied. "No ******* Richard." I somehow laughed. "Look, despite the bedroom race play about that cock of yours, neither Ashley nor myself take any of that into our day to day life. We are progressive people."

"I know you are, trust me. I know that." He paused, sipping heavily on his scotch, continuing, "But would that not cause an issue for you long term, an issue with your relatives?"

"We will make sure it doesn't, and if it does, they aren't family I need to be keeping around mine."

We continued to talk, and *******, for hours - hashing out details and potential concerns. It was a conversation that I'll never forget, one of the most fulfilling of my life.

Ashley was asleep on the living room couch when I returned. I didn't realize how late it had gotten.

She awoke quickly, almost as if she sensed something. "What were you talking about? You were over there for a long time."

I said nothing. I simply looked at her with the weight of the conversation surely present in my eyes. Somehow, she knew.

Richard.

She collapsed back down into the sofa, staring blankly into the distance, into our future.

"What will we tell our parents." Were her first words.

"That we've found a donor."

She laughed, "I doubt they'll be so understanding."

"It's our baby Ashley, not theirs."

We had an earnest and honest conversation about our parents, and friends, and then the line of questioning changed.

"Richard agreed?" She asked, eyes still staring into the distance.

"He's still weighing it, but I think he agrees."

"What about his wife? I'm sure he wants to be respectful, to her memory."

"Don't you think there's a beautiful irony to this, Ashley? As much as it hurts to admit, it almost feels like fate."

Tears began to run down her cheeks, and I immediately went to her, kissing her deeply.

"I love you." I said.

"I love you too John." We kissed again, and again, and those loving exchanges soothed my mind.

We sat for awhile, holding each other, both thinking about all that was to come - not the least of which, Richard.

"He's willing to donate at the clinic?" Ashley suddenly asked, seemingly naive.

I replied, "I'm sure he is." I paused, continuing, "But I can't see why we wouldn't do it naturally."

The words hung there. Despite all the overwhelming emotion of the day, there was still a very real sense of deep, humanistic, eroticism in that prospect.

We looked at each other, and kissed again - this time there was underlying arousal between our lips. We dared not say it, but we were certainly both thinking it. Richard had cum in Ashley before, but never with these life altering implications.

"I want you there for it." Her voice was a whisper of emotion.

"Of course baby. I'll be right there with you." We kissed again, this time with so much love I thought my heart might explode.

The fateful night occurred a few weeks later, while Ashley was at peak ovulation. We invited Richard over early in the day, as we wanted to reestablish the sexual bond between the two of them. It had been nearly a year since they had been intimate with each other. Ashley paraded around the house in a pure white nightie, her tits bounced beautifully, and she wore no underwear. For some reason Richard and I both spent the day in our boxers. It was almost ceremonial, in a way. We relaxed, watched television, and sipped on small portions of wine - to ease the nerves.

There was a moment late in the afternoon when I walked in on the two of them kissing passionately on the couch, hands roaming each others bodies.

"I missed you." Ashley spoke, voice hush and inflamed with passion.

"I missed you too." Richard replied, his hand was gently caressing her rear end.

I had seen them kiss many times before, but this time it was heightened. It was mystifying to watch their lips smack, knowing that later he would be impregnating her.

As dusk approached, we prepared the bed. Ashley insisted that the night be special, and neither Richard nor myself could fault her for it. She placed a few candles in the room, again - almost ceremonially.

Once she was done, Ashley took a seat on the bed, candlelight flickering and filling the room. Her cheeks were rosy, and her face, beautiful. I was unable to comprehend what was about to occur. Her breath was quick, and her incredible tits heaved up and down on her chest as she waited for us. I looked down to where the lace of her nightie ended, and was inspired by her small, shaven patch of pubic hair, and glistening folds. I knelt at the edge of the bed, and instinctively grabbed her thighs, pulling her womanhood close to my face.

I kissed up and down her thighs, at the base of her navel, I even gently lifted her leg and kissed the underside of her butt, delirious with love and lust. Eventually, I planted kisses directly on her sopping wet mound, making love to her beautiful clit with my tongue. She moaned, and caressed my head in appreciation.

Behind me I heard Richard step out of his underwear. I glanced up at Ashley, and had seen the look before - only this time there was more intent in her gaze. Normally she would have made a lust filled comment about his size, but tonight, with the magnitude of the consequences at hand, her eyes said more than her words ever could. She gazed at his cock with longing. Suddenly, the wetness from her pussy was exponentially more substantial, and her juices ran down my chin like a waterfall.

In that moment I realized, in a way, I was preparing my wife to receive him. It was a surprising arousal to think that I was performing the role of dutiful husband, lubricating my wife's womanhood before an unspeakable lovemaking was to occur. She shuddered in a small orgasm, and I kissed the inside of her thighs, wiping her excess juices off of my face in the process.

She sat up for a moment, eyes intense and full of natural, instinctual arousal. She slowly began peeling off her nightie, and I moved to assist her. Her beautifully big tits spilled out as we both removed her lace, they swung gently against her torso. Somehow, they looked swollen, and in need. I knew it was time.

I moved to the side of the bed, looking into her eyes, and kissing her one last time. I frequently think back on the moment, as it was the best kiss of my life.

"I don't deserve you." Her voice was hushed, and filled with love.

"No baby. You got that backwards." I replied.

Richard had already moved to the foot of the bed, it was then that I once again noticed his size. It was hanging there, as massive as ever, a couple feet above my wife's naked body, a couple moments from behind inside of her.

"Are you ready?" His voice was purposeful, and kind.

Ashley's eyes started to widen, as the primal instincts within her took hold. She nodded, "Take me." Her voice was hushed, but filled with desire. She leaned back on the bed, and slowly started spreading her legs for him.

I stepped to the side as Richard assumed his position on our bed. My wife's legs were opening to allow him entry, like they had many times before. This time, however, it was unquestionably more taboo. They spread slowly, and sexually, and the glistening lips of her womanhood came into haunting view. All three of us knew that she was not just offering her pleasure to him, but her unprotected womb as well. She wanted him to take her, and then fill her with his potent seed. That thought made me shudder in incomprehensible defeat, but even more in unbelievable arousal. Suddenly, his engorged head smushed into her folds, causing her head to tilt back, her eyes to close.

"Mmm! Yesss!" Her voice was hushed, but her pleasure wouldn't be denied.

His thrusts were purposeful and loving, and before long, he was entirely inside of her.

"F-Fuckkk..." Ashley, moaned in response to his size, as she always did. She clawed into his shoulders as her body reacted to his powerful thrusts. Richard was now stuffing her full, this time with the purpose of using his powerful manhood to breed her.

It seemed like Ashley wanted to stay in control of her feelings, as if she felt she shouldn't be enjoying this particular bout of lovemaking, given the stakes. She bit her lips, and stifled her moans, but eventually it was hopeless. Her walls came down, and the truth escaped. I couldn't blame her for it.

"Fuck meee!" My wife's words were hushed, but you could hear the passion and pleasure dripping off every syllable. "Oh God Richard! Please fuck meee!"

I moved behind him, looking intently at their penetration. The sight was not merely just arousing, it was somehow evolutionary, and primal. I don't know why I focused on their colliding sexes as much as I did, but I couldn't peel my eyes away.

Absurdly, more than anything, I noticed the size of Richards balls. They had always been exceptionally large, but on this evening, they seemed to have their own gravitational pull. They were massive, groomed, and slapping erotically into Ashley's plump rear. It was insane to think, that they would soon erupt, jet firing his seed deep into my wife.

His thrusting was intense, and driven by natural instinct. I looked on for what seemed like minutes, and I quickly realized that even he wouldn't last long tonight. They had been without each other for too many months, and the reality of their mating was too arousing to describe, too primal, too real. My wife moaned passionately, and they kissed deeply and often. As their wet lips smacked in passion, and they stared into each others eyes, I knew. They were, at least on some level, making love. How could they not be? It was painful to realize, and to witness. However the rational side of my brain was in control, and I convinced myself that this was simply nature in its purest form.

Suddenly, Richard spoke, it was to both of us. "I'm going to cum." It was even sooner than I had anticipated.

Since we started our journey down this rabbit hole, I had often thought that there couldn't possibly be anything more arousing than watching another man fuck your wife.

I was wrong.

Watching another man impregnate your wife is infinitely more intense.

I had never heard Richard roar so loudly. I looked on in amazement as his massive balls contracted. I could physically see their weight ascending and descending within his pouch, in sync with the eruption of semen that was exploding from his cock head buried deep inside my wife. Up and down, they went, squeezing impossibly as he came harder than I had ever seen him before. My view focused a few inches beyond his erupting testicles, now locked in on my wife's stretched sex. It was inflamed and bucking as she received him. Her skin expanded and contracted along with his pulsating cock. Her pussy was quivering as she erupted in her own incomprehensible orgasm.

I appreciated the fact that Ashley attempted to stifle her pleasure, but at the same time I wished she hadn't. I wanted her to let go and bask in the waves of satisfaction that she was receiving from her impregnation, and the powerful, humanistic orgasm that came along with it. I was glad to see, that despite her best efforts, she submitted to the moment, and the words escaped her mouth.

"Ohhh! Ohhh!! Yesss! Cum in me! Cum in me! Cum in meee!!" I looked on as her fingers clawed into his hips, her red nail polish and wedding ring shining in the candle light. Richard continued to buck, pumping in and out of her with that powerful instinctive drive, coating her womb with his seed. She screamed one last time, "Richard!! Oh Goddd!! Give me a babyyy!!"

He groaned loudly as he continued to pump her full of his cum. His eruption seemed to last nearly a minute, his pulsating balls squeezing in release for an extraordinary amount of time. I had never seen anything like it. I came as well, without physical provocation. Ironically, my load was also large, albeit useless - my own cum hit our flooring as it had many times before, but the puddle it created was much larger than it usually was.

Finally, the room was silent. All that was audible was the breathing. Something natural had just occurred on my marital bed, and I immediately knew Richard had successfully impregnated Ashley. If I did have any remaining doubts, they were immediately silenced when Richard pulled his manhood out of her.

The plopping noise was perverse, but also very human. Ashley's vaginal mound was stuffed, entirely filled with his seed. I immediately noticed a heavy stream of his cum begin to cascade out of her sex, pouring down between the folds of her ass. It completely soaked our bedding. I could only imagine how much of it was still deep inside of her. Richard rolled over to the side, his deflating cock obscenely slapping flaccid across his thigh. He was clearly physically, and emotionally, spent.

"John, come here." My wife broke the silence.

I slowly approached her side, her face was radiant. She was smiling, but there was a certain melancholy in her eyes.

"Kiss me my love."

I leaned down, and we shared a deep moment, our lips meeting. She grabbed me by the hand, and gently placed it on her tummy. It nearly made me emotional.

We stayed like that, for awhile. Kissing, my hand resting on her stomach. I knew what was happening biologically, mere inches below the surface.

Richard sat up, seemingly to make a move to leave. Ashley quickly stopped him.

"No." She paused, looking at both of us, and then at him. "I want you to stay with us tonight. Sleep here, next to me."

When she said it, it immediately felt right, and I think Richard sensed it as well. "Okay." Was all that he said.

Ashley moved to the middle of the bed, and pulled me on it next to her. She nestled between the two of us, and no one spoke a word. Soon, everyone was fast asleep.

She began showing in a few months time.

The baby bump suited her, and somehow her natural glow was even brighter than it normally was. She smiled wide all the time, and I loved seeing the hop in her step. Ashley was a deep happy woman throughout her entire pregnancy, and the thought of that satisfied me greatly.

We had a lot of sex during those nine months, and during that time Ashley didn't want Richard involved in the bedroom. Later in life, I learned that it was her way of subliminally reinforcing that the baby was mine, and on some level - I think it worked. We would make passionate love, I would cum in her, and her bump would grow bigger and bigger.

Our family, our friends, everyone, was told that we had found a donor from the clinic, and utilized the standard syringe insertion for the pregnancy to take. There were some strange facial expressions made, and interesting conversations had, when we had told them of the donors race - but ultimately none of that mattered. The only people that knew the truth were Myself, Ashley, Richard, and Ashley's doctor.

The day finally arrived, and we named him Michael. I loved him immediately, and was surprised by how close a resemblance he bore to Ashley, albeit somewhat darker. He was an exceptionally happy and healthy baby.

After living for some time with Michael in the apartment, we decided it best to move out to the suburbs, as families often did. We still saw Richard, maybe four or five times a year. We would block out a few days, usually sending our ******* to his grandparents house during his visits. Our bond with Richard continued to deepen over that time, despite not seeing him quite as often as we used too. I think Ashley and I both grew to consider him as our best friend, although our relationship with the man was obviously much more complicated than that.

"Oh yeah baby. Just like that!"

Ashley was writhing underneath him as he stuffed her. I might have been biased, but I think my wife looked even better now in her fourties. Sure, there were a few added pounds and some new wrinkles, but she was still a certifiable sex pot. To be honest, I think Richard also preferred her with the added thickness.

"God damn woman! You missed this big black cock!" He grunted deep as he pumped into her. It was stunning to see him able to still able perform at his age, especially given the size of his organ. He insisted time and time again that he didn't even need any pharmaceutical help either. He cited that science would never be able to make a better erection ******* than my wife.

 

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That caused her to swoon, and open her legs for him as she had so many times in the past. I would look on, as I always did, naked and impossibly erect. I, too, had gained some weight in my advanced age, but somehow, Richard had maintained his physique. My wife would wrap her legs around his back, clawing into him, and he would bombard her with those deep vaginal orgasms that only he could give her. She would cream all over his impossibly large tube of onyx, his heavy black balls would flop and slap, smacking the lily white skin of her gorgeous ass. He would satisfy her on a deep sexual level, that few women ever get to experience.

Ashley locked up, convulsing in yet another unbelievable contraction, "Ohhh Goddd!! Yesss!! I-I'm c-cumminggg! I'm cumming for my stud!!"

I always came when she called him her stud. I couldn't help it - there was too much literal meaning behind those impossibly naughty words. I spurted on our bedroom floor, pleasure filled waves overcoming me. It certainly wasn't the first time I had cum early while watching them together.

Richard roared, "I love watching that married pussy cum on my black cock!" He bucked powerfully as his balls pulsed violently, cream-pieing my wife. It was the fourth time today that he unloaded into Ashley's pussy.

Unlike years past, however, there was no fear of pregnancy. Richard had long since had a vasectomy.

Also unlike years passed, they didn't move to disengage immediately. They looked into each others eyes with love, and kissed passionately. I had learned not to let it bother me, as I could only accept the feelings they had for each other. I was my wife's heart, and I always would be - but there's no doubt she had carved out a small place inside of her for this man. He was the man who took her to unbelievable sexual heights, and he was also the man who had, near 15 years ago, impregnated her. Their feelings, only made sense.

Richard's visits kept up over the next couple years, but our trips to the bedroom ended abruptly. "******* time comes for us all." Was the quote he had offered. It mattered not, Ashley and I were both happy to simply spend time with our friend, and we did, for a time.

Richard passed away suddenly, at the age of 65. To make matters worse, we didn't learn of his death until a letter arrived in the mail. It was a notice of trust fund for Michael, and a very healthy one at that. It was an extremely emotional moment in time for us, and for Ashley especially. After his death, we both entered into a reflective, solemn state of mind. It lasted for months.

It wasn't until Michael came home from a party one night, that we were once again able to enjoy a hearty laugh. He had just become a senior in high school, and he was a late bloomer, but had absolutely sky rocketed in height and stature over the last year.

Ashley and I were sitting on the couch, watching a serial, as he entered. He was crying, holding something in his hand.

"Whats wrong Mike?" I immediately asked.

His emotions overtook him, and he dropped the wrapper on the floor.

"I keep trying bigger sizes and nothing fits me. Amanda and I were going to-" His tears got the best of him, and he ran to his room, stifling them.

Ashley and I both looked at the floor, and noticed a Magnum XL condom wrapper, broken.

At first I was flabbergasted that he was this sexually active, it seemed like just weeks ago he was disgusted by the thought of girls. Secondly, I was a bit depressed to think that he had grown up this quickly. Mostly, though, I was proud he was making a effort to practice safe sex. We had a long talk with him, and after Ashley left the room, I explained to him that I would order him some custom ones. I also took a moment to explain to him how lucky he was, and that most guys would ******* to be in his position. That, at least, brought a smile to his face.

It wasn't until he fell asleep, that Ashley and I exploded in muffled laughter. We laughed to tears, for nearly two hours. It was a cathartic, absurd, and surreal evening. I think we both realized how fucking crazy life could be, and how lucky we were to have experienced ours together.

Some more time passed, and we slowly succumbed to routine. On a whim, I decided to add some spice back into our sex life. We were well past the point of exploring the option of finding a new bull. Besides, I don't think Ashley would have even wanted to. I did, however, make a perverted stop at the local Adult store, coming home with an impressively sized dildo, of which I'm sure one could guess the color.

Later that night she was moaning as I stuffed it in and out of her. It wasn't long before she came, hard, all over the silicon of the fake black cock. I looked at her beautiful body as she shuddered in pleasure. I noticed her thick curves, and mildly wrinkled creases, they aroused me to no end.

Eventually her orgasm subsided, and she noticed my erect dick jutting outwards. She smiled, and spoke, "After all these years, you still love watching me cum on a big black cock."

I nestled up against her womanhood, and entered her with my own dick. I looked into her eyes, there was a life time of experience, respect, and companionship there. Risks taken, challenges overcome, fantasies explored. I wouldn't have traded it for anything.

Her voice was sweet, as if she was seeing the same thing in mine. "I love you John."

"I love you too, Ashley."

 

[Nymedic81]

Great story. Really enjoyed it. Every white couple deserves an Bull like Richard as an friend and lover. My ex wife had an love Justin like Richard. He wasn’t black but he was like an lost brother to me and an great lover to my ex wife!

 

[liz33nd]

I read this somewhere else, cant remember where, but its so good.

 

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Awesome story...

 

[Genie400]

Brilliant story, thank you for sharing it with us

 

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That caused her to swoon, and open her legs for him as she had so many times in the past. I would look on, as I always did, naked and impossibly erect. I, too, had gained some weight in my advanced age, but somehow, Richard had maintained his physique. My wife would wrap her legs around his back, clawing into him, and he would bombard her with those deep vaginal orgasms that only he could give her. She would cream all over his impossibly large tube of onyx, his heavy black balls would flop and slap, smacking the lily white skin of her gorgeous ass. He would satisfy her on a deep sexual level, that few women ever get to experience.

Ashley locked up, convulsing in yet another unbelievable contraction, "Ohhh Goddd!! Yesss!! I-I'm c-cumminggg! I'm cumming for my stud!!"

I always came when she called him her stud. I couldn't help it - there was too much literal meaning behind those impossibly naughty words. I spurted on our bedroom floor, pleasure filled waves overcoming me. It certainly wasn't the first time I had cum early while watching them together.

Richard roared, "I love watching that married pussy cum on my black cock!" He bucked powerfully as his balls pulsed violently, cream-pieing my wife. It was the fourth time today that he unloaded into Ashley's pussy.

Unlike years past, however, there was no fear of pregnancy. Richard had long since had a vasectomy.

Also unlike years passed, they didn't move to disengage immediately. They looked into each others eyes with love, and kissed passionately. I had learned not to let it bother me, as I could only accept the feelings they had for each other. I was my wife's heart, and I always would be - but there's no doubt she had carved out a small place inside of her for this man. He was the man who took her to unbelievable sexual heights, and he was also the man who had, near 15 years ago, impregnated her. Their feelings, only made sense.

Richard's visits kept up over the next couple years, but our trips to the bedroom ended abruptly. "******* time comes for us all." Was the quote he had offered. It mattered not, Ashley and I were both happy to simply spend time with our friend, and we did, for a time.

Richard passed away suddenly, at the age of 65. To make matters worse, we didn't learn of his death until a letter arrived in the mail. It was a notice of trust fund for Michael, and a very healthy one at that. It was an extremely emotional moment in time for us, and for Ashley especially. After his death, we both entered into a reflective, solemn state of mind. It lasted for months.

It wasn't until Michael came home from a party one night, that we were once again able to enjoy a hearty laugh. He had just become a senior in high school, and he was a late bloomer, but had absolutely sky rocketed in height and stature over the last year.

Ashley and I were sitting on the couch, watching a serial, as he entered. He was crying, holding something in his hand.

"Whats wrong Mike?" I immediately asked.

His emotions overtook him, and he dropped the wrapper on the floor.

"I keep trying bigger sizes and nothing fits me. Amanda and I were going to-" His tears got the best of him, and he ran to his room, stifling them.

Ashley and I both looked at the floor, and noticed a Magnum XL condom wrapper, broken.

At first I was flabbergasted that he was this sexually active, it seemed like just weeks ago he was disgusted by the thought of girls. Secondly, I was a bit depressed to think that he had grown up this quickly. Mostly, though, I was proud he was making a effort to practice safe sex. We had a long talk with him, and after Ashley left the room, I explained to him that I would order him some custom ones. I also took a moment to explain to him how lucky he was, and that most guys would ******* to be in his position. That, at least, brought a smile to his face.

It wasn't until he fell asleep, that Ashley and I exploded in muffled laughter. We laughed to tears, for nearly two hours. It was a cathartic, absurd, and surreal evening. I think we both realized how fucking crazy life could be, and how lucky we were to have experienced ours together.

Some more time passed, and we slowly succumbed to routine. On a whim, I decided to add some spice back into our sex life. We were well past the point of exploring the option of finding a new bull. Besides, I don't think Ashley would have even wanted to. I did, however, make a perverted stop at the local Adult store, coming home with an impressively sized dildo, of which I'm sure one could guess the color.

Later that night she was moaning as I stuffed it in and out of her. It wasn't long before she came, hard, all over the silicon of the fake black cock. I looked at her beautiful body as she shuddered in pleasure. I noticed her thick curves, and mildly wrinkled creases, they aroused me to no end.

Eventually her orgasm subsided, and she noticed my erect dick jutting outwards. She smiled, and spoke, "After all these years, you still love watching me cum on a big black cock."

I nestled up against her womanhood, and entered her with my own dick. I looked into her eyes, there was a life time of experience, respect, and companionship there. Risks taken, challenges overcome, fantasies explored. I wouldn't have traded it for anything.

Her voice was sweet, as if she was seeing the same thing in mine. "I love you John."

"I love you too, Ashley."

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