8 comments/ 67728 views/ 21 favorites Caught Ch. 03 By: MarleeM I loved the way Ricky's hard cock felt rubbing against me as I lay on top of him. I knew it was wrong, but the feeling of his hardness and the wetness from both of us having cum was intoxicating. "Oh my God, Ricky," I said, "I don't know if I ever was this excited. I can't believe how you made me feel." Ricky didn't say anything. His hands began moving along my back as I lay on top of him and before I knew I he was rubbing my pantyhose and panty covered bottom. I could feel him growing underneath me. "Ricky," I said, "you are going to wear me out. I didn't expect this to happen." "I know, Mom," he said, "but this is like a dream come true. I have been so turned on by you for so long and I thought I'd just have to live on my fantasies." "I got so carried away today, kiddo," I said, "I am not sure how much more of this we can do. I enjoyed it, but it isn't right." I could feel him getting hard again. I knew things could get out of hand in a hurry. "Ricky," I said, "we had better get it together. I have to finish getting changed – your Dad will be home soon, and I am a mess." I couldn't help smiling as I thought of exactly how I had become so messy as I stood up. Ricky sighed loudly and stood up himself. His cock was peeking out of his shorts and he caught me looking at it. I wasn't sure if his facial expression was one of embarrassment a having me see him that way or one of elation at having caught me looking. "You'd better put him away before he gets caught on something," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Okay, Mom," he said. As he tucked himself back in he said: "You know, we still haven't figured out what our deal will be." I didn't respond as he left my bedroom. After he left, I took off my panties and pantyhose and took a quick shower. It wouldn't do for my husband to come home and find me all messy. * * * I was downstairs in the kitchen when my husband got home. I had changed into a t-shirt and my own gym shorts. I decided not to wear a bra or panties, although I knew I should be more careful. I was still feeling the excitement, though. My husband paid no more attention to me than he usually did. A quick kiss on the cheek and he was off to the living room with a cold beer and the newspaper. Ricky was another matter altogether. When he finally came downstairs, he couldn't stay away. "Hi Dad," he yelled from the kitchen to the living room. He sat at the kitchen table and watched me closely. "Ricky," I said, "don't you have anything else to do?" "Mom," he said, blushing again, "there's nothing I would rather do. You can't believe how much I enjoy just watching you." "Apparently," I said, "you enjoy more than just watching." As soon as I said it I regretted saying it. The look on Ricky's face told me he thought I was mad at him. "I'm just kidding, you know," I said. As I said it I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. As I stood there, Ricky reached out and hugged me around the waist. As he reached around me, I believe he noticed that I was not wearing panties, because he began to slowly move his had up and down on my bottom. Then, he lowered his hand to my thigh and began to slide up my thigh under my shorts. "Ricky," I said, trying to sound firm, "stop that. Your father's in the living room. He could walk in at any second." I realized I hadn't told him to stop because it was wrong. "It's okay, Mom," he said. "Dad will be reading his paper for a while and when he starts to fold it up I'll stop." I was squeezing his shoulder as he slid his hand along my thigh. The higher he got, he harder I squeezed. I knew I should stop him, but his touch was electric. I felt myself getting wet again. "Please be careful, Ricky," was all I could say. I wasn't sure what I meant by that. "I will, Mom," he said. "I just love touching you." As he spoke, his hand slid higher. I felt myself tensing as I wondered exactly how far he would go. His fingers drew closer and closer to my lips and I felt myself getting wet again. Before I knew it, his fingers were touching my bare skin where only a little while ago he had been touching me through my panties and pantyhose. I'm not sure if Ricky knew what to do, or if he was just hesitant. He was rubbing me but did not slide his fingers inside. That was probably just as well, though. If he had entered me I might have screamed. I didn't know what I was doing! "Ricky," I said as forcefully as I could while still whispering, "Stop! Please stop! You can't do that!" It took a tremendous effort to get the words out. I was enjoying the sensations, but I knew it was wrong. Ricky looked scared. Maybe I had been too forceful, even though I was trying to keep my voice low. "Mom," he said, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. I've been wanting to touch you for so long and after what happened before Dad go home, I thought you'd like it." He looked like he was going to cry. "It's okay, Ricky," I said, "don't get upset. I was worried about your father hearing something. But we shouldn't be doing these things. It's not right." "I'm sorry," Ricky said. "I couldn't help myself – you looked so sexy like that and when you didn't stop me I thought it was okay to keep going." "I did like it," I said. "You make me feel so wonderful. But that doesn't make it right." I felt guilty knowing how much I had enjoyed his touch – and what did I expect, dressed the way I was? "We have to let things cool down, I think," I told him. You try to control yourself and I'll try to control myself." "I'll try, Mom,"he said, "but I can't promise anything. I can't get over how great it feels when I'm touching you." He walked out of the kitchen, just as his father walked in. * * * The next few days were more than a little tense. I was wrestling with my feelings and Ricky obviously was upset. I did my best not to act upset with him. I decided that he and I had to talk about what had happened. I would talk with him when he returned from school that afternoon. I left work early so I would be home when Ricky got there. I did not want to start things up again, so I changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. I was waiting when he came in. "Hi hon," I said, hoping my voice sounded like a smile. "How was school?" "Hi Mom," he said, "how come you're home so early?" "I thought we should talk, and it would be better if we were here alone," I said. Ricky looked like he was going to cry. He seemed to look that way a lot lately. "You aren't going to yell at me, are you?," he said. "Ricky, I would never yell at you," I said, "there's nothing to yell about. I am not mad at you, not at all." "I was afraid you would be mad and think I'm a real pervert or something," he said. "Ricky!," I almost shouted, "you are not the least bit a pervert! I think we go a little carried away – well, maybe more than a little, but you are not perverted. You are curious about women and I am the closest one." "Mom," he said, "it's not that I'm curious about women, exactly. I am so attracted to you that I can't stop thinking about you. I always thought about you before, but now it's pretty much a constant thing." "Constant since when," I asked, "since we fooled around? "No, Mom," he replied, "I've been having thoughts about you all the time for a long time. Maybe I actually remembered how I used to feel your leg when I was little. I must have remembered it but didn't know I remembered it." He looked up at me and smiled. I couldn't help myself and smiled back. "Well," I said, " I think it all came back to you pretty quickly." I laughed. "I'm glad it did," he said. "It was much more fun with you than playing alone." "It was," I said, and laughed again. "You give good back rubs too." "That reminds me," he said, "are we still thinking of a trade for a daily back rub?" "I think you want to rub more than just my back," I said, giving him a wink. "Well," he said, "I think I'd like to rub anything you'd let me rub." "So," I said, "what sort of a deal are we talking about?" "We can still have a deal?," he asked. "Sure," I said, "within reason." "Can I watch you undress?," he asked. "I guess you can," I said, "how often?" "Whenever you'll let me," he said. "I know I'll want to watch every day." "Okay,' I said, "but we'll have to have rules. Most important, if I tell you to stop, you have to stop. If I tell you to leave, you have to leave. Agreed?" "I agree," he said. "Can I also watch you get dressed in the morning? Dad is gone by the time you get ready." "Okay," I said, " as long as the same rules apply." "That's fine with me," he said. "Also, can I pick out what you'll wear each day? I'd love to do that. It would be so hot knowing that you were wearing what I picked out." I laughed. "I guess that's okay," I said, "but maybe this part will be a trial period." "That's only fair," he said. "I don't think I'll take advantage of the chance you're giving me." "Well," I said, "I guess we can give it a try and see how it goes." "When do we start?'" he asked. "I didn't think of that," I said, "tomorrow, I guess. Is that okay with you?" "I was wondering," he said, "if I could pick out your clothes for tomorrow this afternoon. I thought it would give me a better chance to decide without hurrying." He smiled. As usual, I melted in the glow of Ricky's smile. I also was interested in seeing what he would choose for me to wear. He walked with me to my bedroom. Ricky seemed to know his way around my bedroom. He first walked up to my dresser and opened my lingerie drawer. "How about this?," he asked, holding up a tiny pair of red thong panties. "I really like these," he said, grinning. "I guess you've looked in there before," I said, smiling at him, "you seemed to know exactly what you were looking for." "Well, I have looked at your things sometimes when I was home alone, I admit that," he said. "I seem to remember that you have done more than just look," I said, laughing. Ricky blushed. "I know," he said, "I hope it didn't make you mad at me." "I wasn't mad, maybe a little surprised when I first saw you on your camera," I said, "but it's okay. As long as you don't damage my things." "I won't," he said. He continued to look through my lingerie drawer and selected a beige bra. It was one of my thinnest bras, providing very little support and almost see-through. I usually wore it when I wanted to look as if I was not wearing a bra – if I got the lest bit excited, my nipples were very obvious. I usually wore a camisole over it unless I was feeling very adventurous. "Are these okay even though they aren't the same color," he asked. "I guess I have dreamed about seeing you in your bra and a thong but I never paid much attention to the colors." Ricky smiled and blushed. "They are fine," I said. "Sometimes I wear matched sets of lingerie but other times I don't. It depends on how I feel. Now you aren't going to have me go to work just in that, are you?" Ricky laughed. "I don't think so," he said, "but I bet the guys in your office would like it." "I'll just bet they would," I said, smiling at the thought. Ricky opened another drawer, the one containing my hosiery. I expected him to select a pair of pantyhose, but he chose a pair of suntan thigh high stockings. I had not worn those in a while. Ricky moved to my closet and began to look through my things. He selected a navy suit that I wore every now and then. He jacket was fitted and the skirt cam to just above my knees. The skirt had a slit that went up about six inches, and usually opened up to mid thigh. H selected a white silk blouse. He picked a pair of navy pumps with only about a one inch heel. All in all, the outfit was quite nice. "I am surprised," I said, "you seem to have pretty good taste in my clothing." "I guess I've been paying attention to the way you dress," he said. I know what you wear when you really look great." "Thanks, Hon," I said, "that's sweet. Well, let's set this aside until the morning." * * * The next morning, my husband woke me up while he was getting ready – as usual. Most days, I would try to get a little more sleep before I got up. This day, I have to admit, I was a little anxious, and excited, to tell the truth. Apparently, I was not the only one. When I went downstairs to have breakfast, Ricky was already there in the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. "Wow," I said, "this is something. I can't remember the last time you were up this early without me having to drag you out of bed. Maybe Christmas when you were little." I smiled at the thought. "I sort of feel like Christmas," he said. "I was awake all night looking forward to this morning." He blushed again. "Well," I said, " after breakfast I have to take a shower before I start getting ready." We both finished breakfast and I cleaned up the dishes while Ricky went to his room. The good thing about getting up when I did was that I had time for a leisurely shower. I scrubbed and soaped and shaved my legs. Remembering that I was going to wear a thong, I made sure I was well-shaved there too since I hadn't been waxed in a while. Feeling a little frisky, I shaved myself bald. I toweled myself dry and put on my robe. As I walked into the bedroom, I was a little surprised to see Ricky already there, sill in his pajama bottoms and t-shirt. He had laid out my clothes on the bed. Aren't you sweet," I said with a smile. "Such service. I have to dry my hair before I get dressed, though." Ricky pulled the chair out from my vanity. "Sit here," he said, "let me dry your hair." "Goodness," I said. "How can I turn down that offer." Ricky stood behind me and used the blow dryer on my hair. I loved the way he ran his fingers through my hair to separate it and help it dry. His touch was very relaxing. I felt very pampered. When he finished drying my hair and put down the dryer, I unconsciously twisted my neck around to relax a few kinks. Ricky put his hands on my shoulders and began to massage. This was heavenly! "Ricky," I said, "that feels wonderful but if you keep it up I'll lose all track of time. I do have to get to work, you know." "I know, Mom," he said, "but you feel all tense. Give me just a few more minutes to relax you." The moment of truth had arrived. I had not really been thinking clearly when I agreed to let Ricky watch me dress. I guess I had been thinking I would be partially dressed and he would watch me put on my pantyhose and a dress. When I took off my robe, though, I was going to be standing in front of him in the nude. As he continued to massage my neck and shoulders, I opened my robe enough to let him put his hands directly on my shoulders not through the robe. He did have a magic touch. It was time, though. "Thanks, babe," I said, "that was great. Maybe we can continue another time. I have to get dressed now." "Are you still going to let me watch?," Ricky asked. "That was the agreement, wasn't it?," I said. With that. I stood up, took a deep breath, and opened my robe and let it fall to the floor. "Wow, Mom," Ricky said, "you're beautiful." I thought his eyes would fall out of his face. "Thanks, Hon," I said, "how should we do this? Are you just going to watch or would you like to help?" "I definitely would like to help," he said with a big grin, "where do I start?" "Well," I said, "why don't you start with my panties. Kneel in front of me and hold them out so I can step into them." As Ricky knelt, his face was basically right in front of my freshly shaved pussy. I leaned towards him and placed my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance as I lifter first one foot and then the other to step into the thong panties he was holding for me. "Okay, Slide them up my legs now," I said, "make sure they fit just right." Ricky's hands felt very hot as he slid my panties up along my legs. I held my breath as he reached the top. "Usually, I would tug them a little and make sure they are on just right," I said. "You may want to make sure they are smooth so they won't show through my skirt. May sure the back is on straight too." Ricky got the hint. His smooth hands caressed me as he made sure the thong fit just right. "Okay," he said, "What's next?" "Well," I said, "I guess either my stockings or my bra. You choose." I had an idea which he would choose. I assumed he'd like my breasts to remain uncovered as long as possible. "How about your stockings?," he said. "Okay," I said, smiling, "I'll sit on the bed and you can help me slide them on." I moved to the bed and sat with my legs extended. Ricky took my left foot and, after collecting the stocking, began to slide it over my foot. He slowly worked it up along my calf, then over my knee. I stood up as he worked it as high as it went. He smoothed it for me, sliding his hands up from my ankle to my thigh. Then, he repeated the process on my right leg. I stood up as he admired his handiwork. "Mom," he said, "your legs look fantastic in those stockings. I love the way there is bare skin at the top." As he said this, his hands reached out and caressed my legs right at my stocking tops. As his hands moved gently from my knees to my thighs and along my hips I felt myself getting wet. I realized I had better get things back under control. "Okay, Sport," I said, "what's next?" "How about your bra?," he asked. "You're the boss," I said. I picked up the bra and slid my arms through the straps. It had a front closure, So Ricky got to help with that as well. "Okay," I said, "you have to pull the two sides together and snap them in front. Make sure the girls are both settled in though." Ricky was having some trouble getting everything organized. He tried putting one breast in the cup and then, when he tried to capture the other, he'd lose the first. This went on for a few minutes and, had it not been turning me on, I might have laughed at his feeble attempts. I could no believe that I was letting Ricky play with my breasts like this – even if he did not realize what he was doing. "Having a little trouble there, kiddo," I asked, trying o keep the mood light. "Ye," he said, " I don't know how to get I together. How do you do it?," he asked. "Well," I said, "Usually I am not facing myself from the front the way you are. Tell you what, stand behind me and reach around. Then you'll be in a more normal position." I laughed, thinking this was not at all normal. Ricky moved behind me. I backed so I was closer to him and he reached around. "Okay, take one part of the bra in each hand," I said. "Now, reach around and pull it all together." Ricky reached around me as I instructed. In doing so, he moved closer to me. I realized that, wearing a thong, my bottom was as uncovered as it could be. I felt my bottom touch the front of Ricky's pajama bottoms. Ricky was hard and his erection rubbed against my bottom, occasionally sliding between my cheeks. I had to believe he was enjoying the feeling as much as I was. "Is this going to work?," Ricky asked. I thought he was asking about the bra fastener, but I was not completely sure. "Keep trying, hon," I said. "It does go together. Think of it as training for when you are on a date – although I guess you'd be more interested in taking one off than putting one on." I laughed, and added: "Unless you tried on my bras too." "Mom!," Ricky almost shouted. "I did not try on any of your bras. You saw what I liked to wear." "I was just teasing, Ricky," I said. "You know how much I love to pick on you. But we'd better get going if I'm going to get to work on time. Here, let me help." With that, I reached up and cupped Ricky's hands in mine, which had the effect of squeezing my breasts in his hands. As he held my breasts I fastened the bra together. Caught Ch. 03 "I think we'd better get my skirt and blouse on, Ricky," I said. "As much fun as this is, we are taking to long. Here, take my blouse and help me put it on. You can button it if you like." Ricky picked up my silk blouse and held it up for me to slide into it. He then walked in front of me and began to button it. As he did so, his hands touched my breasts several times and my nipples were very obvious through the flimsy bra and thin silk blouse. Ricky then held my skirt so I could I could slip into it. As he slid my skirt up my legs, his hands were able o touch my legs and hips. Then, as he zipped it in back, he slid his hand into he skirt as he tucked in my blouse. "I'm going to have to be careful today, Ricky," I said. "Why, Mom?," he asked. "Well, the slit in my skirt goes up high enough that my stocking tops may be visible. Also, my blouse an bra are so sheer that my nipples will be sticking out at everyone. I think I'll have to keep my jacket on all day and be careful how I sit." I smiled at him. "Did I do okay, though," he asked. "You did great, hon," I said. "Maybe I'll let you dress me more often." "That'd be great ,Mom," he said. "I was wondering, though" "What?," I asked. "Can you do me a favor?" he asked. "When you leave work tonight will you be sure to take your jacket off when you drive home and don' be too careful about how you sit as you're driving." "Ricky," I said, "Why do you want me to do that?" "The guys will be here when you get home and I want them to see how sexy you are," he said. "I'd love them to see you in that blouse and bra and I'd love it if hey could see your stocking tops as you got out of the car." He blushed. "Well, I said, "I'll see what I can do." Caught Ch. 03 I won't soon forget the night with my lover Ella, no longer my granny but a mature woman in her her early seventies who knows exactly what is going on in life and loves life itself. Ella knew what was going through my mind or what was left of it as I lay in her bed as I donned her skirt; blouse; black patent heels as I romanced her gold half-moon style glasses with the neck chain of small pearls wrapped around my cock. She knew that I was loving her in a symbolic way. She may have figured that since I am quite responsible so far as working and taking care of my personal matters such as bills, I was old enough to enjoy a relationship with an older woman and maybe her seeing me with her beaded chain wrapped around my cock woke up some long forgotten feelings about sex. She also knew that I liked older women who were serious about various things in life. Perhaps those glasses gave these women the look I wanted or needed. I ended up living with her and that had to be the best thing that happened to me and I was very loving. I would cook for her, well make a good breakfast anyways and I knew how to do a pretty good angel cake which I baked for her on her birthday, funny thing was I did not know it was her birthday but the evening before that we had a pretty good romp in the hay so I may have baked the cake as a "Thanks for a good time." She was very good about my cross dressing as well. Ella was pleased I liked looking like her and she knew it was at those times I had a need to do things with her various pairs of glasses, gold or blue square with the half- moons for up close work or her gold half- round style with her beaded neck chains and Ella encouraged me to wear her glasses as I wore her clothes and bra with fake tits. Somehow we got into bondage and I just liked it although I had not thought of it. So one night Ella gets me up on the bed and tied me up pretty good. My arms were tied to the head board, feet to the foot board. This was Ella's wild side and I was quite interested in what she was going to do. Ella started to touch me all over down there with her two different pair of glasses, both with the half-moons and I tell you what she did with them would make me have a certain kind of feeling if I saw her wearing them around. She donned the gold half-round glasses I came over and spoke to me very seriously telling me to satisfy her needs and I loved the way her fuck-me-pumps in patent black would sparkle as I gave her a good hard and fast fuck. There I was in her bed donning a bra stuffed with falsies and she is on hands and knees licking my tits and looking at me through her glasses. The way the candles shone in her glasses had a look I really liked, I think it made me hornier. Ella knew enough bondage to allow me enough room to screw her with a passion and not have my bones broken. This went on a few nights a week and I loved it, her talking to me in a most serious way, looking at me through or over the tops of her glasses and ordering me to do things to her. She would rub those sexy square glasses all over me and it was a feeling I really liked. Then she made a cock ring from a skinny belt she took from a skirt, placed it under my balls and tightened it up. My cock then became very sensitive to a very light touch and when she dragged a purse over the top of my cock, the feelings that came about were wild. Between the candle light sparkling in her glasses the light bouncing off her fuck-me pumps and knowing Ella wanted me to give her a hard fast fuck yeah I was gonna drench her sexy tight pussy with my man sauce and she was gonna love it. One day I had to go out and do some errands and I saw a number of bikers riding together and I began to wonder why I got out of biking and I felt rather sad. I guess, a part of me was yearning to be a biker again and I admired their style of living. I had ridden a few Triumph's and Norton's from the U.K. as well as Italy's Ducati and had always been pleased with the work- manship and and engineering that brought these bikes to a zenith of perfection Still there is the deep throaty roar of a Harley Davidson and a friend of mine, Brad Reed over in Rehoboth had one or two of these and really liked the way they sounded out on the road, "I could ride a Harley for hours at a time." Brad often said. Then one day while I was out, I passed the same Harley dealer but something told me to go in and check out some bikes. I still had my bikers endorsement on my drivers license though and I walked in to that dealer with an excited feeling, like my mind knew what I was gonna do before I knew it. And there she was, a 91 Sporty in black with a good bit of chrome chrome, pipes out of the right side and a large chrome air cleaner. This is an XL1200 with more balls than a pawn shop window. They were asking three thousand dollars so I gave them a hundred dollars and went out to get the balance returned with goggles and a helmet, got the paper work done and drove back to Ella's I felt great having a bike between my ass and the asphalt. "Oh Harold, this is a real bike, a real sweet street bike, You do have a license. . . right?" "Of course I have a license, Ella." "I used to love riding with George, he had a Road king. "So Ella, you like it huh?" "Harold, I love it and I hope you will take me for a spin rather soon." "Oh Ella, I will love giving you a ride. . . wait till I rode a few hundred miles so I know how the bike handles. Later at supper. "So Harold, I love that you are a biker but, whatever possessed you to just go and buy a bike?" "I guess it is the freedom I feel, the wind in my face." "So Harold, would you want to give me a ride in the bedroom later on?" "Yes, and the fact you love the idea of biking makes this even better I mean it is so nice we share piano and now two things in common, I think it's great. Ella looked at me and asked, "You are going to buy some of those nice Harley T- shirts and a denim vest . . .right?" "Heck yeah Ella, their clothes last quite a while. "You'll look ruggedly handsome in Jeans and a shirt with a vest and bikers boots." "You know Harold, we could pack a lunch in those saddle bags and a blanket too, have a picnic and make love afterwards, how do you like Ella's idea?" And I am thinking, This is really great, my granny as my lover and she wants to have a romantic picnic. "Yeah Ella, I love your idea." I did some piano practice as I had no intention on getting rusty with it and I played some of the Beatles and Bob Dylan. Ella was showering and ready for a good time under the covers. She had me laid out and tied up as in other nights, what was different this night was that we had my first three-some with her friend Betty and I am telling you, Betty has some pretty extra-ordinary boobs that are well proportioned to her figure. add a great sunny personality, patent black heels and half-glasses with beaded chains. She also likes the fact I am a biker and the way she said she wanted to ride my Harley, I did not know which kind of ride she wanted, the bike or the bed. The evening started out by being touched allover by Betty and her various pairs of glasses and she would play the role of a dominatrix as well. My hands were released from bondage but not my legs although I had no intention of splitting the scene. Betty had a nice pair of black half-square style glasses which hung from a neck chain of small glass beads and I asked her for them and began running the beaded chain against her large red nipples and she was getting hot and wet very quickly as Ella was rubbing her patent black fuck- me pumps all over my cock, then stuffed my cock through the heels peep toe and I made a nice mess of her heel which she then licked clean. I saw Betty's hand go for her bush and I grabbed her. It began with me kissing her ears and neck, going down to her boobs and then even lower, to the garden of Eden and lining my cock up for the portals of her hot tight and quite wet cunt, then I hammered her the way she hadn't had it for some time, hard and fast. The next day while Ella was out, Betty called on the phone and I answered. "So Harold, how was it doing Ella's gold half-round glasses as you wore her clothes?" "Fine Betty, why do you ask?" "Oh, just thinking of other things we can do." A few mornings later, Ella asks, "So what did you think of my friend Betty?" "Oh I thought she was very friendly, witty. I liked her a lot. So Ella how is it Betty knew about me romancing your gold half-round glasses?" "Probably because I told her, she studied the workings of the mind for a while and I wanted to know more about why a guy would find my glasses to be erotic." for a while and I wanted to know more about why a guy would find my half-glasses sexually attractive." "So in a week or two, she is not gonna say 'Harold is twisted and /or perverted?" "If she does tell me that, I could think of other things we could do on an even kinkier level, if it makes you feel any better." "O.k. I have no trouble with that." "Harold, if she wants to do things with you, and say I am not here, it is o.k. She lost her husband due to kidney failure and it was very hard on her. So just feel free to please her and she will do all sorts of things with her various styles of glasses and if she prefers you to to go to her house, that is fine too. Well one rainy day I was in the carport polishing the rims on my Sporty and Betty pays a visit. It turns out she loved me running the beads of her half-glasses back and forth against her nipples and wondered if I would go to her house and satisfy her wild desires. The rain stopped by now and the sun was shining brightly, there was a rainbow which could be considered a harbinger of fine things to cum in Betty's bedroom. "Sure, Betty, I enjoyed our time together as well. What do you plan on doing to me?" "Well, you seem to really have a thing for my half-glasses and I thought that with my many different styles I would have you kiss and lick them as I jerked you off all over a pair so I could suck the cum off them. Then you could hammer me like you did the other night. I so needed a good fuck and thank God I got what I needed. I am going to need that today." Betty had no trouble saying what she wanted to do and I liked that. Betty is quite spry and whipped her leg over the bike and we were off. I had not been to Betty's before but I could see myself there a bit more now as her home, to me resembled a British pub, stucco walls with partially exposed wood beams at various angles, it really felt quite homey. "So Harold, what was it like, to cream all over Ella's half-glasses as you wore her clothes? "Rather nice Betty, Ella says 'You studied the human mind for a while, hope you don't want to send me to a mental institution. "Don't worry Harold, I know that every guy has some sort of fantasy about what he'd like a woman to do. The fact you love lady's who wear reading glasses, preferably half-glasses equates with a woman who is quite serious and probably a bit on the bossy side and she could be a good dominatrix." "So would you like a hand job or would you like me to give you some head?"Betty asked me with a look that showed she wanted to get me in the nude as soon as possible. "How about starting off with a hand job to get it warmed up then give me some of that great head?" Betty was undressing by now and her big boobs made me want to cum them. "Leave your bra on Betty." "Oh, why?" "I want to make love to your boobs as you look at me through or over your half-glasses, course you can wind it up a bit to get me hard than let me in your bra, might want to get some skin creme too." We were up on her bed and she has like a dozen style of half-glasses all with beaded neck chains and she wraps them around my cock and rubs those sexy glasses all over my cock and under my balls. "Harold you are hard enough, stick that cock up into my bra an fuck my tits!" Obviously I had no trouble doing that and with the candles she had lit and the way they sparkled in her glasses, somehow made me want to fuck her boobs with a passion, and I did. I brought Betty back to Ella's on the bike as she drove her car there and just after she got off the bike Ella pulls into the driveway. "Oh hi Betty," said Ella. The two ladies talked as though nothing happened then Ella says,"Come on in and lets do something in the bedroom." "Sure Ella, great idea." Well I did not know what to say. I suppose I might get lucky but felt weird if Ella wanted me and I could not produce as I just did her friend Betty, but if Ella saw I was dried up, would Betty say,"Oh Ella, he just screwed my tits like they never had that before." So we were all ready for the sack and Ella says, "I want Betty to touch you all over with her heels and glasses so you can really get hard and I want some of that nice thick man sauce. There we were, I was sitting on the bed and Betty and Ella were on their bellies. Betty was teasing my balls with the beaded neck chain of her black half- square glasses and black patent fuck-me pumps Ella had me in her warm lovely mouth sucking away and waiting for me to blow a mighty load of cum smack down her throat and damn it worked. I guess having two hot ladies there to do what I wanted got my sex juices boiling again. Fate works in many ways, Ella turned out to be my lover and really taught me things about satisfying a woman. I loved those times when we went for long rides on my bike and spent many passionate nights in hotel rooms, we sure had some great years together. She met a man she knew some time ago and there were more than a few sparks left. At the same time Betty was was getting closer to me and I am sure everything was lovingly arranged by Ella. I knew she loved me and what we had and I was man enough to know she wanted someone older more in her generation that she could relate to. Ella said she loved our times together and please don't let it lessen what we had. She told me this in a very loving way. Ella had been a wonderful lover and friend and I would always think of her in the most tender of ways. Working at a music store, making some good money I was quite happy as well, riding around on a good old bike and having some great sex with a hot lady Ella fixed me up with. Maybe I was so pleased with the way my life was going I just figured Ella was happy too and she was, I saw a new look in her eyes and I knew there was someone both old and new in her life. I did not know it but Betty was into piano as well and frankly not being too familiar with her home I did not know she had a large room in which she kept a Baldwin concert grand and as much as she loved sex she was very serious about piano. I wondered if Ella ever told her I was a serious piano student but when Betty found out, she was very pleased. She liked my fetishes and told me one day that as long as I had a few fetishes, there would always be a new thing to do so far as sex was concerned. We were both invited to Ella's wedding and it was a lovely day for all of us, Ella was such a wonderful woman who did so much for me and I will keep those memories for a long time. She is a very happy lady now and I am so happy for her The man she married is a concert pianist and they are now making their own music. The End. Caught Ch. 03 After I left school I took up an apprenticeship as a hairdresser and beautician. I've very nearly finished the apprenticeship and I'm quite good at what I do. The salon I work for has two rooms, apart from the main shop. Up until recently most of my time has been spent in the main shop. This is where the standard customers come. They're the women who want a simple cut, a perm, wash and dry and cut, all the standard stuff. Being a rather exclusive salon we charge quite heavily. Mind you, the customers don't mind. Andre, the owner, swishes around, charming all the women and leaving their purses at his complete mercy. Not that he has any. The two back rooms are for those who want special treatment and treatment there is expensive. (Not that treatment in the main shop is cheap.) We have one room for the men and one for the women. I'm now trusted enough to work in the back rooms. The women's rooms I'm under constant supervision but I occasionally get to work in the men's room unsupervised, though Andre will drop in every so often for a quick check. And I had better be damn sure I call him if I think there's going to be a problem. Some customers, you know. . . Don't ever be taken in by the propaganda that women care more for their hair than men. Some of the men who pay for the special service are absolutely fanatical about their hair. I had one bloke trying to tell me that each hair should be dyed separately to ensure an even colouring. Him I referred to Andre. (Andre explained to him that I was a mere apprentice and didn't really understand the nuances of dying, but he would show me. Then Andre did a standard dye job, leaving the customer happy that he'd got what he wanted.) Now one evening I was working late. The main shop had shut and the doors were closed. Andre was finishing off a client in the woman's room while I had one last customer in the men's room. I'd barely started when Andre stuck his head in the door and told me he was finished and was going home. Make sure I locked up when I left. I nodded and kept going on what I was doing. I was working on this guy and when I leant over at one stage I could have sworn I felt his hand stroke my bottom. I took a step back at glanced at him but his face was perfectly straight, looking completely indifferent. Deciding I must have imagined it I continued working, but I didn't imagine that second touch. I stepped back again. "Excuse me, sir," I said politely. "I must ask you not to touch me while I work." "I'm sorry," he said smiling, all charming politeness. "You're quite right. I shouldn't have done it, but your bottom is rather appealing and touchable. I'll try not to do it again." Eh? Try not to? Not exactly a hands off promise, is it? So I continued working and he kept his hands off my bottom. Now, this might sound like a digression, but it's not. It's background material. Andre insists we all wear uniforms. The tops are lacy white blouses and we have short blue skirts. We have a little logo on the pocket of the blouse. Andre also likes the women to undo a couple of buttons on the blouse, giving the men a bit of cleavage, but not too much. We all look reasonable demure. You will note that I said a couple of buttons. You can understand my righteous indignation when my customer stroked his finger along my cleavage. It wasn't the touch so much but the fact that he'd managed to slip open a couple of extra buttons without me even noticing. Not really too hard when you think about it. When I leaned forward the blouse would hang free and a gentle touch wouldn't be felt. The finger on my breast was I can tell you that. I reared back, glaring at him, reaching up to do up the buttons again when he stopped me. "Don't do that," he said softly. "You have lovely breasts and I like looking at them. Just leave your blouse the way it is and I swear I won't touch them." Now strictly speaking I should have buttoned up and ordered him out of the shop with his hair not finished. The trouble is he was smiling sweetly and seemed so earnest and what woman doesn't mind being told she has nice breasts. I hesitated and he seemed to take that for acquiescence, folding his hands in his lap and smiling. She who hesitates cuts hair with her blouse open, it seems. She also finds that she should have more sense than to trust a man. Did he touch my breasts? No. His hand went running lightly over my bottom again, this time with his hand under my skirt. "Sir," I protested. "You said you wouldn't touch. Please stop it." "I said I wouldn't touch your breasts," he pointed out. "I didn't say anything about not touching your bottom. It's soft and round and made for a man's hand." As if to demonstrate he calmly slid his hand up my skirt and started stroking my bottom. It's pretty hard to put on a show of righteous indignation when you're standing in front of a man with your blouse gaping wide, showing off a frilly bra and your breasts. It occurred to me that he hadn't said he wouldn't undo any more buttons. Bit late to complain about that now. "You'll have to stop," I managed to tell him. "Things like this are just not permitted in the salon. Please take your hand off my bottom." "OK," he said with a soft sigh, and his hand slid down off my bottom. I nearly shrieked when he managed to stroke it across my mound while doing so. "Sir!" I protested and he just laughed. "Oh, stop complaining," he said, openly grinning at me. "You don't really mind or you'd have slapped me down the first time I touched you. Long before I did anything like this." 'This' was my panties sliding down. I'm like, "What the hell?" but he had them down around my knees and his hand was back up and touching me. I hastily pushed his hand away, blushing fiercely. "You must stop this," I commanded. "You really must. I'm here to do your hair. That's all." "It's hard to concentrate on my hair when these are pointing at me," he said, and his finger was gently stroking along my cleavage again. "You said you wouldn't touch me there," I pointed out, finally having something to fasten my indignation upon. "You're right and I'm sorry," he says. "Um, if you'll just excuse me. ." With that he just reached behind me and flicked open the catch to my bra. One handed, he just found it and flicked and my bra was loose. I have more trouble undoing it. But with the bra loose he just lifted it up, freeing my breasts. "I didn't say anything about not touching you here, did I?" he asked, and he was touching my nipples, rolling them around. It's hard to make all the right protesting noises when someone is touching you up and you're enjoying it. There was something deliciously enjoyable at the way this guy was just ignoring my complaints and petting me. His hands would drift across my breasts and then go back to my bottom, drifting forward until he was stroking my pussy again. It suddenly dawned on me that I hadn't made any attempt to pull my panties back up, something that I should be doing pretty quickly. I couldn't right then, because his hand was there, but as soon as he moved it, up they came. He moved his hand all right, but instead of pulling up my panties I shuddered. I won't say exactly how he moved his hand, just that he should not have done that. "Touch me," he said, and looking down I found that he'd unzipped and he had quite an impressive erection on display. It occurred to me that if I didn't say something pretty quickly I would find myself being fucked, whether I agreed to it or not. Not that I was going to agree to it. At least I didn't think I was. Certainly not. We couldn't do that sort of thing in the shop. Andre would have a heart attack. So it didn't matter if he was kind of cute. There was no way I could agree. I was sure of it. Fairly sure anyway. "Excuse me," I managed to say, speaking quite firmly to my surprise. "Your hair is finished and I will really have to ask you to pay for it and leave." He laughed and let me go for a moment, reaching for his wallet. He took out some notes, folded them in half and tucked them in the pocket of my blouse. "That will cover the treatment and a nice tip for you," he said. "You realise you haven't touched me yet." He took my hand in his and was drawing it down to where his erection stood, a prize waiting to be claimed. What the hell was I to do? If I touched him he would take it as consent to fuck me and we both knew it. "What the fuck is going on here?" screamed Andre. I cringed and the customer was up out of the chair and bolting, trying to do himself up on the run. Andre came mincing over to me. I found myself turning to face him, hands fluttering, not knowing what to do. He ran his eyes over me, taking it all in. Open blouse, bra above my breasts instead of neatly covering them, panties down around my knees. "Lift your skirt," Andre said. "What?" I couldn't have heard right. "Lift your skirt," he repeated, speaking slowly and clearly, as though explaining something to someone stupid, which was how I was feeling right then. I swallowed guiltily and lifted the front of my skirt, showing my boss everything. My face must have been a blaze of colour. Andre moved towards me and I backed up. I couldn't back up far because of the hairdresser chair behind me, but I could sit on it and wriggle back a little. For some reason, when I did that, Andre got a real smirk on his face. I found out the reason for that smirk fast enough. He just reached down and touched one of the controls and the back of the chair just tilted flat. I forgot they could do that. It's not a position we often use. With the chair going flat I finished up flat on my back. Andre, to my intense surprise, was dropping his trousers, and his erection was every bit as large as my customers. Then he was on the chair with me, pushing my legs apart and mounting me. In case you're wondering, yes, I do mean mounting in a sexual way. Andre simply pushed my legs apart, leaned over me, and pushed his cock into me without so much as a "May I?" That guy, with his fooling around, had got me aroused. When Andre pushed into me I was all wet and slippery and he just zoomed right into me, his groin slapping against mine with a smacking sound. What with all his swishing around and being a hairdresser I'd always thought that Andre was gay. No one had told Andre this. He knew exactly what his cock was for and was demonstrating that knowledge. He started driving into me at a ferocious rate, banging into me as if he'd gone without for years. All I could do was buck under him, trying to match his driving need. I've never had sex go so fast before. That guy had got me all worked up and if I'd let him go ahead we probably would have had a nice little interlude. (Not that I would have let him. I mean, I didn't even know him.) The sudden switch from him to Andre and the sheer unexpectedness of having Andre jump me just left me completely bemused. I was banging against him in a sort of stunned disbelief, while his cock was wreaking havoc within me. I could feel it there, sliding back and forth, the friction absolutely burning into me, the sheer excitement of being taken so unexpectedly and so hard just wrecking any chance I had of self-control. It didn't go on for very long. It didn't need to. I found myself ready to climax in what seemed like no time at all, and I could hear myself gasping and squealing as Andre rode me, yelling at him to hurry. Hurry? Good god. I don't think he could have gone faster if you shot him full of pep pills. Then I was simply clinging to him, gasping in shock as a climax hit me. Andre seemed to take that as encouragement and actually managed to drive in even harder for a few moments before shooting his load. When I finally got myself together Andre was leaning against the wall, looking at. "We are a salon," he told me. "We do hair. We do facials. We do hands and feet. We do not do more personal services for either the men or the women. Understand?" What could I say? Nothing but, "Yes, Andre." "I will overlook this one lapse, but do not let it happen again." "No, Andre." "If people thought they could get more personal services here we'd have all the wrong sort of customers. Our good name would be dragged down. This is not permitted. Understood?" "Yes, Andre". Not a word did he say about having just fucked me stupid and I didn't dare mention it. Satisfied that he'd made his point he ordered me to close up. I did so. When I was putting the money for that last guy's haircut in the till I found that he'd tipped me two hundred dollars. Wasn't that nice of him? Especially as he didn't get what he thought he was tipping me for. Caught Ch. 03 "You like it, honey?" She asked waving her ass side to side for Antwan. "Yes, I'm going to rock your sugar white booty's world tonight." "Oh yes, honey. I want you to take this white body with your black cock." Anna moaned. "I only want you and no one else. I've been wanting you so long." "Woo yes, big daddy gonna hit dat," Antwan laughed as he spanked my wife's ass hard as she waved it in front of him. "OH Yea!" Anna cried at Antwan's spanking her. Anna turned around knelt down in front of him, she undid his pants and with one hand pulled his big black dick out. "Oh baby this is what I want." Antwan's black dick wobbled heavily in front of Ann's hungry face. She eyed the black meat lustfully and lovingly stroked it. "Oh, Coco. Look at you. So big and black. Are you really gonna to destroy me with this monster?" Anna said smiling brightly at Antwan's cock. "Yea, sugar." Antwan enjoying the moment. "I'm going stretch your tight white pussy wide." "Oh yes, I want that. I want you ram me hard with this big black cock. I only want you." Anna replied. With that my wife put on her mouth on Antwan's black cock and began licking. She savored it like candy. Her pink tongue ran all over the knobby head, up and down the shaft and she kissed and licked every inch of his black meat. Antwan's thick black cock grew even larger and became rigid like a pole. Anna opened her mouth wide as she could, engulfed the head of the black cock into her mouth and slowly began to suck up and down. My wife sucked Antwan's black cock desperately, as if it were the first and last cock she would ever suck. She kissed it, hugged it and rubbed it lovingly against her face. "Woo, sugar. Your a good cock sucker." Antwan laughed. "Mmmm, I love your black cock." Anna said licking it. "I can't wait to feel this monster stretching me." "Me too, sugar. But there something I want to do first." Antwan stood up and with her help slowly removed the rest of my wife's lingerie. I was mesmerized watching Antwan's black hands run all over my wife's white body. Removing the bra, Antwan cupped Anna's breasts with his hands and then kissed them to her moaning delight. Stripping off her panties my wife tossed them straight at me. Then Antwan continued licking all over Anna's body while she watched with intense delight. His tongue ran down her stomach, along her hips and settle into her crotch. Anna then shuddered, he had licked her clit with his tongue. For the next couple of minutes I hardly blinked as Antwan probed Anna's pussy with his tongue while she whimpered in happiness. Her hands gently caressed his hair while he licked and sucked her. I saw her cum from pleasure and was startled to see a tear drop run down my wife's check as her body shook. "Oooooh that was sooo good," Anna sighed as Antwan stood back up. My wife Anna stood beautifully naked in front of him in the candlelight. She stood confident with her head up gazing at him with a smile. She looked gorgeous with her tan skin, trim figure and curvy body. Anna's face was radiant and her beautiful brown eyes sparkled in the candlelight. "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy." Antwan said as he admired my wife's naked body. "You are one fine sexy lady." Antwan removed the rest of his clothes with my wife's help and was soon naked as well in front of my wife. As the clothes came off my wife worshiped his body with her hands and tongue. "Antwan your body is so hot I love it," my wife purred as she caressed his broad chest. "Pardon me but I have to do this." "I want your coco buns," Anna knelt down, leaned around Antwan's body and grabbed both his black buttocks with her hands. She squeezed them with a toothy grin and then leaned forward and bit one buttock gently. She kissed and licked them, squeezed them some more and then gave him one solid bite that made Antwan jump a little before she stood back up. "Woo, sugar." Antwan whooped. Anna cover her mouth with her had as she giggled and blushed. "Sorry." I couldn't believe how sexy they both looked standing in front of each other. His black body opposite her white body, both of them complimenting each other. I marveled at the way the strong black lines of Antwan's muscles looked beside the beautiful soft white curves of Anna's body. "Mmmmm," my wife cooed as they kissed. I felt such a incredible sexual high watching their two bodies mashed together as they kissed. They moved together like a yin-yang symbol in perfect harmony. I groped my crotch incessantly watching my wife in passionate embrace with a black man. Everything about it made my head spin. I loved the sight of Anna's feet getting up on tippy-toes to reach up into the kiss, of her leg lifting slightly from pleasure, the jutting out of her cute ass and the arching in of her back as she leaned forward into his body. My sexual high rose higher watching her arms wrap around his black body and explore it with her hands. I loved watching the black man dominate my white wife with his strong black arms and french kissing her, sending his tongue in and out of her mouth. I wanted my Anna to go on kissing Antwan. Then the moment I dreamed about everyday had come. Antwan lifted Anna up, kissing her again, and as she smiled he placed her gently on the bed. Antwan climbed up on top of Anna as she spread her legs out for him. The sight of her knees spreading out and her white legs lifting up to hold on to Antwan's body made my dick hurt it was so hard. I had seen it. Anna spread her legs for a black man. They looked each other in the eyes, I saw great passion and longing there. I didn't dare inject myself into this wonderful moment. Antwan positioned his black cock over Anna warm and wet white pussy and with one hand rubbed his black head against her clit, teasing her to shaking moans. Back and forth, back and forth he rubbed his cock along her clit. I couldn't believe his monstrous sized compared to me. "Oooh," Anna moaned. "Take my pussy, honey. I want your black cock. I've wanted you to fuck me for so long. Don't make me wait anymore." "Forgive me, Jim." My wife said to my amazement just as Antwan began pressing his black cock into her waiting pussy. Antwan stuck the black head of his cock into my wife's soft white pussy and my heart stopped. I couldn't believe it was actually happening. Anna's eyes went wide in surprise as she felt her warm white pussy stretching to accept Antwan's black cock. "Ooooooooooooh, that is goooood." Anna moaned. Antwan pulled back, stuck his black cock into my wife's pussy again, and pushed inside her a little farther this time." "Mmmmmmmmm," my wife cooed. Antwan repeated his action, pulling out and pushing in to greater and greater depth within my wife's pussy. "Oooooooh yea, honey. I feel it so damn good." Anna cried out. Antwan plunged his black cock deep into Anna's stretching white pussy and she threw her head back in sweet ectasy. "Easy baby, oh please go easy." Anna begged as she lay there taking Antwan's black cock. Deeper and deeper, Antwan's black cock snaked into my Anna's white pussy, rubbing parts of her insides that my cock could never reach. Exciting her beyond her mind's control. "OH MY GAWD," Anna cried. "So big, so deep." "Woo yeah, nice tight white pussy. Wooo baby." Antwan gloated as he slowly moved his black cock in and out of my wife's white pussy. "Oh yeah. Oh yes....oh yes. Love it. I love your black cock." "Wooo, sweet as sugar baby." Antwan said as he continued to stretch of my wife's pussy. "Oh yes. Give it to me." Anna was in tears and her body was shaking as Antwan assaulted her tight white pussy with his thick black cock. My wife belonged to Antwan body and soul now. She whimpered helpless beneath him, enslaved to the love his black cock made to her white pussy. Anna clung on to Antwan, her mouth opening and closing and sometimes wincing from the exquisite pleasure her pussy was experiencing. "Oh my gawd, oh my gawd, oh my gawd, oh yes...YES," Anna whimpered. "Gawd that black cock is delicious, oh gawd, oh gawd. Look at that black cock taking me! OH YEAH!" Anna exclaimed. Antwan black balls slapped against her body. His black cock was now buried all the way into my wife's quivering pussy. He mercilessly slammed her white pussy with his black cock over and over again. "AHHHHHH! I'm CUMMMING! Don't stop PLEASE. PLEASE. I'll do anything!" Anna cried orgasaming. "Yes, yes, yes, oh yeah, Please don't stop, oooooooooh yeaaaaah!" "Woooo, you like that black cock in your white pussy, sugar?" Antwan asked as he held my wife down and fucked her. "Mmmmm, oh yeah, honey. I love it." "You like how seeing your tight white pussy get black balled?" "I love seeing your black cock go in and out my white pussy. Its so beautiful." "Hooo sugar," Antwan groaned as he kept up the pace of his fucking my wife. "It looks so good in me, like you were meant to be in my pussy. I love black cock." "You like it better then your husband's dick?" "Oooooh yeah, honey. Your cock is much better. Oh yes. I can't believe I said no to you all those times you came on to me. I'm sorry I did." "You wish that you had done me back when I wanted, sugar?" "Yes, honey. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't know better." "Hooo baby, what about Jim?" "Fuck Jim. Let him whack off. Just keeping fucking me and don't stop. Please don't stop." Anna cried. "I don't want my Jim's cock I want your black cock." Propelled by the obscenity my wife was saying, Antwan drove his body onto my wife very hard. She cried and cried in pleasure. Tears ran down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his body and held her hips up to meet her black lover's thrusts. It was a gorgeous sight to see my white wife making lover to her black man. Anna gripped his ass tightly as his muscles tightened with each push. They went on like this kissing and fucking for what seemed like forever. "That is so beautiful," I said to myself as I watched my Anna fucking Antwan. Antwan lay completely on top of my wife, grinding into her. My wife kept kissing and hugging him, holding him with her sexy white legs holding his black body securely. My wife mostly groaned and moaned as Antwan fucked her. During part of it my wife hands ran along Antwan's arms till they reached his hands and then I recorded their hands holding as they fucked. Antwan was a good lover to my wife, fucking hard but with tenderness. He would look into my wife's eyes and show her his passion for her. In return my wife gave him everything, her body, mind and soul were all there for him. Antwan made love to Anna on many levels. "Oh baby. Feels so good. Arrrgh. It makes me hurt so delicious. Ahhhh. I love you, Antwan. Ohhhh ohhh. Don't stop. Oh. Don't stop. OH. Don't stop! Ahhhhh!" Anna said in gasps until she finally orgasmed violently. Antwan pulled his cock out of my wife who lay panting and shaking on the bed. Beads of sweat glistened on Anna's body giving her a sexy wet look. She smiled and fanned herself with her hands. To my amusement she started coughing, then cleared her throat and turned to the camera. "Oh my gawd that was so fucking good," Anna said to me as I recorded it behind the camera. "A girl doesn't know how good it can be till she's had a big cock." "Hehehe," Antwan snicked off camera. "Woo hoo sugar, you are one hot piece of booty. Tell me how did you like that, Jim?" "Awesome," I replied. "Damn mind blowing," Anna said. "I swear I felt that cock in my brain. Jim, look what this black man did to my pussy." I zoomed in my camera over to my wife's pussy. It was cherry red and shockingly stretched. Antwan had left a definite stretched hole in my wife's wet cunt. I could hardly believe my eyes. "Ready for some more, sugar-pie?" Antwan said. "Hell yeah!" Anna exclaimed and hopped of the bed, stood up and bent over the bed presenting her sexy bottom to Antwan. "Get you coco buns over her and give me that black cock." Antwan obliged my wife. He took his place behind my wife, grabbed her hips and slowly inserted his black cock into her waiting pussy. "Oh yeah, oh yeah that feels so fucking hot." Said my wife as Antwan screwed her doggy-style. Seeing my Anna mounted by a black man gave my interracial addiction another high. My wife with her five foot tall little body looked delicate and submissive with six foot two inches tall Antwan humping her from behind. The sight of Antwan's long black thick cock disappearing into her sexy and shapely behind blew my mind. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Anna bit her lip and whimpered as Antwan forced his black cock in her. Perspiration ran down her brow and dripped off her chin. "Oh my gawd this is so gooood." Anna cried with her face twisted by pleasure. "Oh yeah, sugar?" Antwan asked my wife with a smile as slammed his cock into her. "Yes, honey. I feel you all the way into me. My whole pussy is tingling oh so good." "Mmmm, your pussy feels great but do you really want me to give it too you good? "Oh yes, honey. Give it to me. I want to please you." Antwan reached forward and placed his hands on my wife's shoulders. "I"m going to tear it up now." And with that Antwan began pounding my wife's pussy from behind like a machine gun. It didn't seem human how fast he could stroke that big black cock in and out of my wife's pussy. The effect it had on my wife was dramatic. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened up in a soundless scream. Antwan showed her pussy no mercy. My wife clenched her teeth and her body writhed in the powerful grip of Antwan's hands. He pounded her until Anna fell completely on the bed and Antwan climbed up on top of her, clinging to her body and fucking without stop. I watched in total shock. I could only admire how great Antwan was able to fuck my wife. I could not possibly ride her like that. She turned into a total slut in his power. When he finally pulled out Anna looked dazed and confused. "Oh my gawd." Anna whimpered. "I saw lights. Oh that was good." "Oh yeah sugar." "Oh I want you to cum in me baby." Anna said as she got back on her knees and with one hand reached back to help pull Antwan's body into her. "Woo yeah, sugar." Antwan said excitedly as continued his sexual domination of my wife. "Oh yeah, I want cum baby, deep in me. I want to be black impregnated." Anna said with a raunchy look on her face. "Woooo hoooo," Antwan whooped. "You want her black impregnated Jim?" "Oh yes," I said uncontrollably. "Give that slut your cum." "Yes Jim, just look at him fucking me." Anna cried. "I want his cum, I must have it." Watching the scene I could stand it no longer. In front of the two lovers I took out my dick and began to masturbate in earnest. Hearing my wife say she wanted to be black impregnated put me over the top. I whacked off watching my white wife Anna clutching a black man tightly as they passionately fucked until at last I heard Antwan whoop and groan in orgasm. It was happening. A black man was shooting cum into my white wife's pussy and I masturbated to it thinking it the most sexing sight in the world. As he drenched the inside of my wife's womb with his seed I shot my onto the floor. "Oh yeah, oh I feel his cum in me. So much of it I'll be pregnant for sure." Anna purred contentedly. "You fuck so good, Antwan." Finally, my spent dick in my hand, my interracial addiction abated. On my bed my sweaty wife and her black lover lay side by side softly kissing. Their bodies mashed together and arms wrapped around each other. Antwan's black cock was still hard and embedded in Anna's sore and stretched white pussy. Their hips were grinding slowly as they kissed lovingly. They both looked completely exhausted and happy. I watched cum oozing slowly out of my wife's pussy and could hear the sticky sound Antwan's black dick made as it softly invaded my Anna's cum filled pussy. A great empty feeling built up in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't believe I had taken it this far. My wife, who I loved, was in bed with a black man and all the sexual high I had experienced was gone. Only remorse and guilt remained. Quietly I wiped myself, stopped the video recorder and left the room to go sit on the sofa in the downstairs living room. "Mmmm, I love you Antwan." I could hear my wife whispering as I left the room with a heavy heart. Downstairs I moped alone for an hour and reflected on my actions and the course of events. Addictions are of course self destructive and I self destructed. After the high comes the inevitable guilt and this low feeling was a long time coming. I missed my wife and wanted her love. Interracial addiction had thrown that love way off course and perverted it. I degraded my marriage, made a sham of our wedding vows and wasted so much time indulging in it. I was in a pit of despair. I wondered what would happen now? Was my wife going to carry on in love with Antwan and eventually leave me. This is what my sickness had brought me to, sitting alone in my house while my wife lay in the arms of another man. "Hey," my wife said interrupting my thoughts. "Anna!" I exclaimed surprised to see her. There indeed was Anna, standing beside the sofa wearing one of her oversized t-shirts that she must have grabbed from the bedroom. She looked sexy in it of course, exposing her smooth legs and bare feet. Anna smelled of cum and sweat. "Yes, me." She replied looking at me strangely. "I must have called you three times before you snapped out of whatever it was you were thinking." Anna slid onto the sofa next to me and to my surprise put her arms around me. I put my arms around her in return and wondered what was going on. "So what were you thinking, sweety?" Anna asked. "Well I wondered what was going to happen to us now," I said deciding to be up front and honest. "I mean, are you in love with Antwan now, are you going to leave me?" Anna sat up and looked at me with a confused smirk. "Leave you for Antwan," she said. "Are you crazy?" "But I thought-" I began to say when Anna placed a finger on my lips. "First of all, as sweet as Antwan is the poor man is totally broke. Secondly, even though he is discreet, the man is a total player and will always be fooling around with other women. I couldn't marry a guy like that. And lastly, why would I want to leave my wonderful sweety husband who I love and adore and cherish?" "What about all that stuff you said and the way your threw our wedding ring?" "Ta da!" Anna smiled and lifted her hand showing me our wedding ring safely on her ring finger again. "I would have come down sooner but it took me awhile to find it. I'm sorry if it hurt you when I threw it, I just got caught up in the fantasy of the moment. I wouldn't ever want to lose this, sweety." "What about–getting all his cum in you? What if you get pregnant?" I asked. "Well I didn't tell you, but I'm on the pill." Anna said pursing her lips. "Your on the pill? What didn't you say something?" Anna shrugged. "I didn't want to spoil it for you. You seemed to love the possibility of me being black impregnated so much I kept it to myself. And I made sure Antwan got himself checked for STD's at a clinic before I went bareback with him." "So you won't get pregnant," I repeated to make sure. "I"ll admit the idea of getting myself black impregnated turns me on but as hot as the idea is I don't think it's smart to be reckless about that kind of thing. Getting pregnant is serious business." "Yea, of course it is." I said as I tried to register all the things Anna told me. "So you still love me?" "Yes I love you, sweety." Anna said smiling and looking at me with bright eyes. "And I love you even more for letting me have such a beautiful evening with Antwan and experiencing a delicious black lover." Caught Ch. 03 "So you don't think less of me?" "How many women are so lucky to have a husband who feels comfortable enough in their marriage to let his wife enjoy another man's cock. And oh my gawd that black cock felt so good in my pussy its so hard to explain how great it feels and I have you to thank for it." Anna eyes rolled up remembering as she continued. "Its like I'm flying. Mmmm and the feeling of his strong black body on top of me, made me feel like a woman and a slut. My pussy is sore but I loved it. And you know what the best part of all of it was?" "What?" "Having you there loving every moment of it while a black man pounded my pussy into submission." Anna replied. Hearing this my dick stirred. "So we are okay? Your not leaving me?" "No. I'm not leaving you. No, no, no. No with a capital N. Even though Antwan and I are going to stay lovers there's no way I want to live with him." Anna said as she put her arms around me again and kissed my lips. We kissed. It felt wonderful to have my wife in my arms again. I kissed her with a fierce intensity and she reciprocated. After kissing for a few minutes Anna looked at me again with naughty eyes. "I'm going to keep my black lover from now on though," Anna said looking at me seriously. "Antwan will be a regular visitor from time to time. I love you but now that I've tried black cock, I'm hooked on it and will need black cock now and again." "That okay," I said not wanting to mess things up. "I want to go back upstairs, Antwan's sleeping and I want to sleep the rest of the night with him. He's been so sweet and his body feels so good. But tomorrow I want you and me to go out." "Yes, that sounds nice." I replied. "Your not getting away from celebrating our anniversary together. Dinner you and me. Maybe we can even go back to the same restaurant, wouldn't that freak out that waitress." "Yes I'm sure it would." "And later we'll fuck. Think how great it will be to fuck your wife after she's been black fucked. And we can even watch those tapes together. I can't wait to be in bed with you while we watch me being fucked by a black man." Anna said with a sparkle in her eye. "I can't wait," I said. "I love you, baby." "I love you too sweety," Anna replied and then my wife sprang up and hurried back upstairs to slip into bed with her new black lover for the rest of the night.