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Caught Ch. 04

By: MarleeM



Maybe it was just a coincidence, or maybe it was fate, but my husband asked if we could switch cars for the day. He had a meeting and did not want to drive his SUV. I was glad to let him use my car. As I stepped up to climb into the truck to go to work, I noted that my skirt rode up quite a bit and the slit opened to show quite a lot of leg.

I wore my jacket most of the day because I was turned on by the thought of what Ricky asked me to do. My nipples were quite hard and very visible. I loved the idea of Ricky wanting to give his friends a little show.

During the day, I caught several of the guys in my office watching me as they walked past my office. I noticed that the skirt Ricky picked out did let my stocking tops show if I wasn't careful and with the darker stockings my leg above the stocking top was very obvious. I tried to show some modesty, but several times I realized that I was showing my stocking tops. 

Sitting in my office, I thought back to the time when my former lover Frank and I worked together. After he got over his initial shyness and we began to have fun, he loved to have me show myself to others. I wondered if here was something about me that gave off signals or if it was just a coincidence that Ricky's mind seemed to work a lot like Frank's.

I spent a lot of time at work thinking about my arrival at home that night. I was becoming more and more excited as five o'clock approached. I could not believe I did it, but before I left work I went into the ladies' room and, lifting my skirt, pulled my thong up as tight as it would go. As a result, the thong slid between my lips.

As I walked to the SUV after work, I noticed that a couple of guys from the office were close by. As I climbed into the truck I saw them watching. I was in a pretty wild mood, thinking about the guys waiting at home, so I climbed in slowly. As I did so, my skirt opened and my stocking tops were clearly visible. Before I closed the door, I "accidentally" pulled my skirt to the side so the contrast between the dark stocking tops and the skin on my upper thigh was there for them to see. I hope they enjoyed the little show.

I took off my jacket as I got into the SUV to drive home. As I drove, I pulled my skirt apart so the slit in it was open and my stocking tops were in plain view on both legs. I was getting more turned on and my nipples were very noticeable through my thin bra and blouse. 

The closer I got to home, the more excited I got. I kept flashing back to the days when I was fooling around with Frank and how excited I would get when we went to lunch knowing he would be showing me off to other men. I could feel myself getting wetter and also felt the material of my thong rubbing me where I had pulled it tight between my lips. I hoped I could make it home before I had an orgasm.

As I approached the house, I saw Ricky and his friends playing basketball again.  Pulling into the driveway, I saw that several bicycles were parked in front of the garage door, blocking my way. I smiled and stopped my car in the drive. 

"Here we go," I said to myself and opened the door. I reached out with my left leg and began to get out of the car when I heard Ricky's voice.

"Wait, Mom," he said, "I'll move the bike so you can get into the garage." I noticed a smile on his face.

"Okay, Hon," I said, "thanks." I sat there with my door open and one leg still extended. I glanced down and saw that my stocking tops were showing, along with a good deal of my thighs above the stocking tops. Trying to act nonchalant, I looked up and glanced at the guys – I was pretty sure they all were noticing, although they were trying no to be obvious about it. As I sat there, the guys other than Ricky were all somewhat behind me, so their view was somewhat obstructed. As Ricky walked towards the garage, he looked back at me and by his expression I could tell that he realized the closer he got to the garage the farther he could see up my skirt. I was not sure he would be able to see how my thong had ridden up.

Apparently, he could see something. Ricky stopped walking towards the garage when he had a direct view up my skirt. "Hey, Jason," he yelled, "It's your bike, why don't you move it." Although Ricky was yelling to Jason, he was looking directly at me when he spoke.

Jason got up from where he was sitting on the lawn and walked towards the garage. When he got to where Ricky was standing, he happened to glance in my direction. I almost laughed out loud when Jason did a classic double take – looking in my direction, looking away, then looking back in my direction as his head almost snapped off his neck. Jason, however, was not as bold as Ricky. Although Ricky stayed in one spot, Jason walked slowly to the garage and moved his bike to the side. I noticed that Jason kept glancing in my direction as he walked.

I also noticed the growing bulge in Ricky's shorts as he stood watching me. It appeared that he was wearing nothing under his shorts, as the bulge was becoming much more prominent and obvious. Deciding to tease him a little, I opened my legs wider as I moved about while getting back into the car. Judging by the look on his face, it seemed he had noticed how I was wearing the red thong he had picked out for me.

I hoped the other guys had gotten enough of a show to satisfy Ricky's desire to show me off. I closed the car door and drove into the garage. Getting out, I took my time and made sure I reached out with my left leg as I stepped out, hoping to let the guys see as much as they could. I walked out from the garage towards the driveway and stood with my legs slightly spread so the slit in my skirt opened and the guys could have a little longer look.

"Ricky," I said, "did you finish those things you father told you to do before he got home?" 

At first, Ricky looked confused, but then his face brightened. "Not yet," he said, "I thought we could shoot baskets for a while first."

"Well," I said, "he'll be home before you know it and I am sure he'd want you to be done by then. I'd hate for him to walk in before you finish." I was not sure if he understood what I was talking about, but he seemed to be willing to follow my lead.

Carrying my jacket, I walked out to where the guys were standing around to say good afternoon to them. As I walked, I could feel my breasts swinging from side to side, and I was sure the guys noticed. The movement cause my nipples to slide across the fabric of my blouse which cause my nipples to harden. I stood in front of the guys making small talk to let them have a good look. The guys were having trouble trying not to stare. I enjoyed the attention, and felt myself becoming more excited.

Saying good-bye, I turned and walked into the house. "Ricky," I said as I reached the front steps and turned with one foot on the step and the other on the sidewalk – again letting the guys see my stocking tops, "don't stay out much longer."

I walked into the house and picked up the mail from the table in the front hall. After hanging my jacket on the bannister I walked into the kitchen and got an iced coffee from the refrigerator. Taking the coffee and the container of cream, I moved to the kitchen island and sat on a stool to read the mail and sip my drink.

I sat with my heels hooked on the second rung of the stool, which had the effect of letting my skirt split apart and show off my legs. Knowing that Ricky would be in before too long, I slid my skirt up farther so my stocking tops were clearly visible. By spreading my legs a little more, I was able to expose my red thong. I heard the front door close as Ricky came in.

"Hi Hon," I said, "how was your day?" He walked into the kitchen and immediately saw how I was sitting.

"It was great," he said, "especially after you got home." He was staring at my legs and he could not keep his eyes from looking higher.

"That's nice of you to say," I said, smiling. "I hope the guys didn't mind me interrupting your game again."

"I think they'd be happy to have you interrupt the game every day like you did today," he replied.

"Well, that's good," I said, smiling.

"I was confused when you said Dad had wanted me to do some thing, though,"he said. "I don't remember hin telling me about anything."

"Actually," I said, "Dad didn't mention anything. I just thought you might want to work on our deal a little before he gets home. If that's okay with you."

The look on Ricky's face was priceless. "Heck, yes," he said, "I'd love to work on our deal. What should I do?"

"Well, first," I said, "if you can stop trying to look up my skirt, you should come closer over here." I pointed at the floor in front the stool on which I was sitting.

Ricky walked over in front of me. It was quite obvious that he was very, very excited. When he was standing in front of me, I brought my legs together. He seemed disappointed.

"I think I was paying too much attention at work to how I was sitting," I said. "I was afraid I'd be exposed to everyone and I must have been sitting funny. My legs are tired and feel like they're going to cramp on me. I was hoping you could massage them for me."

Ricky looked like he could not believe what he heard. "I'd be happy to help," he said.

He reached out and began to slowly massage my thighs. His hands moved from my knees to just above my stocking tops, then returned to my knees. I could feel his breathing become louder and he sighed. "Is that okay?," he asked.

"It's very good," I said, "but my upper thighs also need your attention." I reached out and took his hands, then slid them along my legs until they barely reached under my skirt. "That still isn't high enough," I said, and pulled the two sides of my skirt apart which had the effect of exposing my legs completely. Of course, this also exposed my red thong to his eyes. If there was any question before of him being able to see how I was wearing the thong, those questions now were answered.

"Oh, Mom," Ricky said. Then his hands began sliding from my knees all the way to the tops of my legs. I felt myself getting wetter as his fingers crept closer and closer to my wetness.

As Ricky continued to caress my legs he had to lean over me to reach as far as he wanted. "Ricky, that looks very uncomfortable," I said. "If you move up closer you won't have to lean over as much."

Ricky did not have to be told twice. He moved as close as he could to my knees. In doing so, his hard cock – covered only by the nylon of his gym shorts – was pressed into the indentation where my knees met. As he continued to caress my legs I could feel him slowly rubbing himself against my knees.

"Ricky," I said, "be careful. Remember the mess you made in your shorts the other day." I smiled as I said it. Ricky blushed.

"Sorry, Mom," he said, "I guess I got a little carried away." He moved back so he was not touching me.

"I think you were getting more than a little carried away, Hon," I said. "But I didn't mean you should move away. I was just worried you'd make a mess in your gym shorts again. Maybe you should just take them off."

I finally shocked my son. I do not think he was expecting me to say something like that to him.

"Are you sure, Mom?," he asked.

"I am, Ricky," I said. "I think you have seen some things lately you shouldn't have seen and I guess that makes it okay for me to see things I shouldn't see."

Ricky did not have to be told a second time. He slid his thumbs into the waistband of his gym shorts on either side and, in one quick motion, slid them off. I was not sure if his quick movement was a sign of his eagerness or that he was afraid I'd change my mind – or he would lose his nerve.

"Oh my," I said., "your little man is beautiful, Ricky." It was. It looked to be slightly more than six inches long and had a nice thickness. The head of his cock was a wonder to behold. I could not take my eyes off it. 

Ricky did not say a word. He moved back close to me and began to slide his hard cock against my knees. I lowered my feet to the bottom rung on the stool and opened my knees just enough that his cock slid between them and was able to rub against my lower thighs. When I did this, Ricky seemed to lose all interest in caressing my legs. His hands rested on my thighs and he moved with more force between my legs. I could hear a soft hissing nose as his hardness rubbed against my hosiery.

Soon, Ricky's grip on my thighs tightened. His eyes were closed and he had a look on his face that I had not seen before. He began to lick his lips and then he began to moan. He moved faster and faster. Then I heard it.

"Ricky!," I said, " I hear your father's car pulling into the driveway." I expected him to stop but he apparently had gone past the point of no return. His movements quickened and became more forceful. His breathing became labored. I heard the garage door going up. The thought of this going on with my husband just outside made me afraid of being caught – but also was very exciting.

"Yes, Ricky," I said, "let it happen." I squeezed him a little with my knees. That was all it took.

Ricky's beautiful cock erupted. He shot string after string of hot cum all along my legs. I could feel his cock throbbing and the wetness of his juices felt wonderful. 

"Quick," I said, "put your gym shorts back on and get upstairs." 

Ricky reached down and pulled up his shorts with one hand while he held his still hard cock with the other– gently stroking it. Without a word, he left the kitchen.

I reached over and took a napkin from atop the kitchen counter and spread it over my lap just as my husband walked in. 

As usual, he said little. He walked up to the counter until he stood almost where his son had just been standing. He picked up the mail on the counter and idly flipped through it. Seeing nothing that interested him, he dropped it back on the counter.

"What did you do?" he asked.

Nervously, I looked at him.  "What do you mean?'" I asked him.

It looks like you have some sort of stain on your blouse. He pointed at my blouse, right above the waistband of my skirt. Looking down, I saw a large spot where one of Ricky's eruptions must have overshot my legs and hit me.

I held up the container of cream I had poured into my iced coffee.

"I guess I spilled some cream on it," I said. "I'll have to be more careful next time." 

Caught Ch. 04



Simone is a cheer-leader. Quite a lovely young woman. She's nineteen, popular, intelligent, pretty (which I have already referred to), fit, and an absolute little bitch.

Now some people (most people) would say that's just sour grapes on my part because I just don't get on with her. They could be right. I'm an artist, and quite a good one. I can do the most amazing china statues. If I make a little statue of a dog you almost feel it should bark. Simone has no use for artists. She prefers the big he-man types who get out on the field and plough through other big he-men types. 

I probably wouldn't mind so much if she wasn't rather catty about it, with her and a little clique of her friends putting me down all the time. That sort of thing can get awfully old awfully fast. 

As a side issue - when I want to make a statue I like to have something to use as a model. For instance I might see a dog that I think would be nice. I'll take a number of photos of the animal, walking around it to get a complete picture. This is why I always have a camera with me. Not just my smart phone camera but a very nice little digital job that has some very nice features, one of which is a very good optical zoom.

I was wandering about the university one day, just looking for an interesting shot or two when I spotted something unusual. It was just chance that I happened to see what was going on. The couple were in a secluded area and by rights no-one should have been able to see them. It was just this one position that gave me a clear line of sight. If I took a step in either direction all I would have seen was trees. 

I must have some sort of sixth sense where Simone is concerned because I knew that the woman was her. Not sure of exactly what was going on I whipped out my camera and ran out the zoom to maximum. This gave me an excellent view. A little bit of adjustment and I had the whole scene in focus.

Sweet little Simone was giving a blowjob to a young man, and I was damn sure that he wasn't her current boyfriend. She was being a naughty young thing. I just automatically flicked the camera to movie mode and let it run for a short while. After that I went to single shot mode and took a few revealing photos, including a close up of Simone's head and her playmate's equipment.

After that I sort of drifted away, wanting some time to study my efforts.

A few days later I spotted Simone standing watching the team practice. I drifted up and stood beside her. She glanced at me and frowned.

"There are other places to stand," she said very pointedly.

"True," I said softly. "I was just looking at you and thinking about how photogenic you are. Cameras really love you."

"You're not taking my picture," she retorted. "Go away."

"I don't need to," I told her. "I have a very nice shot of you. It's amazing how easy it is to recognize you, even if you do have a mouthful of Norm's cock."

Simone went rather pale, giving me a shocked look.

"You got Bluetooth?" I asked, and she nodded.

I took out my camera and activated Bluetooth. 

"Agree to accept this, will you?" I said, finding a match close at hand.

She hurriedly fished out her phone and I transmitted a very nice photo.

Simone took one look at it and for a moment I thought she was going to faint.

"You might want to delete that again," I advised. "You don't want the boyfriend finding it. Or your parents," I added.

"Look, it was nothing," she said quickly. "I was just doing Norm a favour because he helped me with something. It didn't mean anything."

"Uh-huh," I said, smiling. "And now you're going to do me a favour because I'm going to do you one."

"And precisely what favour are you going to do me?" she asked.

"I'm not going to post the movie on the 'net. In fact, I'll even delete both the movie and the images."

"I suppose you want me to give you a blowjob," she said, very snappy.

"Don't be stupid. You've been caught and you'll do what I want, and it's not a blowjob."

"This is blackmail," she said, and I could sense she wanted to scream.

"From my understanding of the definition of blackmail I'd have to say, yes, this is blackmail," I agreed. "What are you going to do about it?"

Apparently what she was going to do was glare at me.

"If you're not busy tonight I'd like you to come and visit me. You know where I live?"

I gave her my address. 

"When you get there, don't bother about the house. Just go to the studio I have above the garage. Any time after seven, I'll be in there, working."

I didn't give her a chance to say either yes or no. I just turned and walked away. It would do her good to sweat for a while.

It was almost precisely seven when she turned up. I heard her on the stairs and had the door open, waiting, when she reached it. She stalked past me and into the studio. 

"Well?" she snapped. "What do you want?"

"First I'd like you to take a look at the various items I have over there and give me your honest opinion," I said calmly.

She looked startled and crossed to where I had a display of some of my better items. She spent some time looking at them before turning back to me.

"They're OK," she said grudgingly.

I laughed. They were better than OK, and she damn well knew it.

"Well, they are a sample of what I want from you." 

She looked puzzled, and I continued.

"I'm going to sculpt you," I said. "You're going to pose for me."

"When do I have to do this?" she asked.

"Tonight's as good as any time," I said. "I'll be taking a series of pictures and a number of hand sketches. It'll only take an hour or so."

She wanted to refuse, but I had the photos and the upper hand. She finally nodded.

"OK. Where do you want me to stand?"

I indicated a small podium I had at one end of the room. It had a nice blue sheet behind it.

"If you'll just stand on that podium," I said. "My camera is focused on that area. You can put your clothes on that bench."

"My clothes?" she asked. Boy, she sounded pissed.

"Come on," I said. "Did you see any of my other statues wearing clothes? Of course I want you naked."

"You have got to be kidding?"

"No, I don't think so. Look at it from my point of view. You and your friends have been little bitches where I'm concerned for the past year. I don't know why and frankly I don't really care. I do care about my art, though, and here's my chance to make a great piece and get some payback. You'll go along with it, like it or not."

She looked at me for a few moments and then she crossed to the bench.

"Fine," she said. "We'll do it your way."

My interpretation of fine was yes, I'll do this, but I will extract a fearsome revenge. No doubt she'd try.

She quickly stripped off and went and stood on the podium, facing me, hands politely closed over her fur. 

"Can you put your hands behind your back, please," I asked her and she reluctantly moved them. Not for long. They were back in front of her before I even got off one shot. 

I left the camera and crossed to my work bench, picking up some tape. I strolled over to Simone. 

"Put your hands behind your back," I told her. "I'm going to wind a bit of sticky tape around your wrists, holding them together. It'll only be a single strand so you can break it quite easily. It'll just be a reminder that your hands are to be behind you."

Ignoring muttered threats I slapped on the tape. As soon as I had done it Simone was twisting her wrists and the tape popped off again.

"If you don't mind," I said, putting on a new piece. I'd actually expected that. She'd wanted to make sure she could get loose, which was fair enough.

"Are you any good at acting?" I asked her as I returned to the camera.

"Why?"

"Facial expressions and body posture," I said. "See if you can picture yourself in the following scenario. A pirate has captured you and tied you up. He's now ripped your clothes off and is looking at you with evil intent. How do you react?"

Very woodenly, apparently. I took a few shots anyway.

"OK. You're at a slave market, about to be sold. You're now standing on a platform while potential buyers are looking at you. You want to be sold because your current owner, me, is cruel."

This time she put on a better performance. She was looking a lot more alive. I got some good shots out of that. I gave her a few more scenarios. She's been purchased by a handsome prince who wants her. She's standing naked in front of a fat, lecherous, old man who has evil intentions. She's seducing her boyfriend.

She was actually getting into the spirit of things after a while. I kept on shooting, getting her to face different directions so I got all round photos. Finally satisfied with the photos I had I picked up my sketch book.

Now I crossed to face her, tossing out quick sketches, an ear, an eye, the curve of her neck, just little things that would help me when putting the fine detail on my sculpture.

With the sketches done I tossed the sketch book to one side and stretched. 

"If you've finished doing your pictures, can I get dressed now?" came the plaintive question.

"I'd rather you didn't," I said. 

"Why not?"

"Because I haven't screwed you yet," I told her.

That sticky tape on her wrists certainly didn't amount to much as bondage. She just jerked her hands in front of her, one across her chest and one in front of her pussy. Rather a silly reaction seeing I'd been looking at those items for the past hour or so.

"You're mad if you think you can attack me," she said, but her voice sounded a little shaky.

"Don't be so bloody silly," I said, sounding disgusted. "I'm not going to attack you. I'm just going to lie you down and have sex with you, with your permission."

"Why the hell do you think I'll give you permission?"

"Because I still have those photos and the movie, staring you and Norm. I'll get rid of those after I've had a little friendly time with you." 

"You've got no right to do this," came the protest.

"Oh, right, and you and your friends had a right to make trouble for me?" I asked sarcastically. 

"How do I know you'll destroy those pictures?"

"Too dangerous not to. If one got out by mistake you'd be hunting me with blood in your eye. So would Norm and your boyfriend and your parents. No thanks. I'll reformat the SD card afterwards so it's completely wiped. And if you're thinking I might keep a couple for future blackmail, I won't. It's a loser's game. Far too much trouble just to get a bit of slap and tickle with an unwilling woman. Besides, for all I know you may be a terrible lay. Just because you have a sensational body, it doesn't mean you know how to use it."

She looked decidedly miffed at that last comment, but she didn't seem to know what to say, so she said nothing. Probably a wise choice.

I strolled over to Simone, undressing as I came. I finished stripping while standing in front of her, admiring her figure. Naked, I reached up and lightly touched her breast. She gave a small gasp and her hand twitched as though she was going to raise it to slap my hand away, but refrained. I didn't allow any sign of triumph to show on my face. I just kept on with a friendly smile. I also traced her figure, running my hand lightly from her breast to her mons and back.

Taking her hand I turned and walked with her over to the bed at the side of the studio. 

"Often have girls here, do you?" Simone asked acidly, looking at the bed.

"Um, no. You're the first. The reason for the bed is that if I'm working late it's simpler to go to sleep here than go back to the house, possibly disturbing the others."

I sat on the bed, still holding her hand, but not trying to draw her down onto the bed.

"It's funny," I said, smiling. "Have you ever heard the old adage, power corrupts?" 

"Yes. What's so funny about it?"

"I keep getting this unholy urge to make you do things, knowing you'll have to."

"What sort of things?" she asked, giving me a nervous look.

"Oh, nothing really heinous," I said. "Just little things, like insisting you lie down in one position and when you do make you change it for another. I was idly wondering how many positions I could make you take and wishing I had a copy of the Kama Sutra."

Her face was quite a study, hot and embarrassed.

"You wouldn't?" she said, plainly aghast at the thought.

"No, I wouldn't, this time," I said. "But please don't do anything naughty in public again where I might be with my camera. I can't say what might happen if you screwed up a second time."

"Would you like me to spank you?"

Her mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Why would I want you to spank me?" she demanded.

"It occurs to me that you're probably feeling guilty and annoyed at yourself for getting into this situation. A spanking would punish you for being so silly. It'll make a nice contrast to the pleasure of the sex afterwards."

"You didn't say anything about spanking me," she protested. "You just said I had to have sex with you."

"True, and that's all you have to do. The spanking is entirely optional."

I tightened my grip on her hand and pulled her towards me, guiding her over my knee.

"Wait, wait, wait. What are you doing?"

"Putting you in place for the spanking," I said innocently, hand lightly rubbing over her bottom.

"But you said I didn't have to have a spanking."

"Mm, that's right. Are you saying you don't want it? Better decide quickly because I'm about to start. You were a silly girl, you know."

Simone squirmed about on my lap. My erection was pressing against her and she suddenly registered what it was. She gave a sudden squeak and dragged it out from under her, so it was pressed between her side and me. But that's all she did. She did not tell me not to spank. 

I helped her out of her indecision by bringing my hand down smartly on her bottom. She gave a yelp and tried to cover her bottom with her hands but I firmly pushed them away, holding them against her back with one hand. Seeing she still hadn't said no, I spanked her again, giving her second cheek something to consider.

The spanking continued, being delivered with a firm hand, and Simone very quickly has a royal flush to her bottom. (OK. I know it was just a normal flush, but a royal flush sounds so much grander.) While the spanking was going on Simone wriggled and protested, squealed and swore, and described my character and ancestry in what I can only describe as painful terms. The only thing she didn't do was tell me to stop. You never can tell what a woman will do.

With the spanking complete I picked Simone up spun her around, dumped her on the bed, and leaned over her scowling.

"Now I hope you've learned your lesson," I snapped. "Are you going to do as you're told?"

She quickly nodded her head, unshed tears shining in her eyes. I stood up next to the bed. Reaching down I gave her an insolent look, while pressing one finger lightly against the inside of her ankle. Her breathing deepened slightly but she let her legs drift apart, obedient to that slight pressure.

I hadn't even touched her breasts yet, but the nipples were erect. As a matter of fact, I was quite sure her actual breasts were slightly swollen. A hand casually pressed against her pussy came away damp, and I could feel the softness of her swollen lips. 

It's strange. If I'd ever daydreamed about taking Simone it would have been a case of slowly and gently seducing her, bringing her carefully around to the point where she would want me. Never had I imagined beating her and ravishing her.

I lined up on her, spreading her lips slightly and leaning into the crevice between them. Simone's face was expectant, excited, wanting me to take her. I drove in fiercely, filling her with that one rough thrust, and she shrieked, pushing up to meet me, her legs rising and wrapping around me.

So much for any idea I had of making gentle love to Simone. I just took her hard, driving in fiercely, and she was gasping and clinging and responding in the same fashion, pushing up hard to meet me, her legs tightening around me to draw me in faster.

It was an amazing experience. In my experience (which is not exactly vast) one starts off relatively slowly when having sex, building up to a nice speed and finishing (hopefully) with a bang. This was the first time I'd just jumped right into action, hammering the poor woman and demanding a response. I'd have been shocked and embarrassed except for the fact that this is what Simone plainly wanted and was eagerly responding to.

I was grateful that I was able to keep on going. After that frenetic start it wouldn't have surprised me if I had shamefully failed, prematurely ejaculating and spoiling her fun. (And mine I guess.) As it was, after a small period of adjustment, I settled down, working hard at driving the girl insane.

That was fair enough, I thought. She was certainly doing her best to drive me out of my tiny mind. My hands were on her breasts, handling them as roughly as my cock was handling her vagina, and my mouth covered hers, and I'm quite sure both of us were going to have bruised lips. That last wasn't my fault though. When I did that first urgent drive into her, Simone's hands had latched onto my shoulders, pulling me to her, and her lips came after mine. 

You notice that bit about Simone's hands latching onto my shoulders? I was thinking I might need stitches she was clawing me so hard. I didn't, but that was no fault of hers. 

Whatever, we had a wow of a time. Or I did, anyway. I'm only guessing at what Simone thought of the whole deal, but the way she reacted I was willing to wager I scored top marks. 

When that sort of thing happens it's impossible to tell how long you go on. As it is, once you start, you have no choice but to run with it until you collapse, be it thirty seconds or thirty minutes. (Yeah, I know. No way was it thirty minutes. I'd have died from exhaustion.) I did find myself reaching the point of no return. Somehow I found the strength to polish up my effort, putting everything into a grand finale.

I climaxed and from the way Simone acted she sure climaxed, and we both totally collapsed onto the bed. I got it together first, if you can call feeling like you've been run through a wringer getting it together.

After a while Simone gave a groan and managed to sit up.

"Well, I hope you're satisfied," she gasped.

"Mmm, tolerable, tolerable," I said, giving my hand a so-so wiggle.

"Bastard," she mumbled, and hit me. 

Violence? What is the world coming to?

I laughed. 

"Before you do anything else," I told her, "you'd better take this SD card and reformat it. That will wipe it clean."

"Why don't I just break it?" she asked.

"Because that's a brand new sixty four megabyte drive and they cost," I informed her. "Stick it in my laptop and you can check it's the right disk and then you can clean it."

I turned on the laptop and she inserted the card and checked it out. I saw her wince when she saw what was on it, and then she hurriedly reformatted it. I was very considerate. I didn't look over her shoulder while she was viewing the pictures. A bit rude, I thought, considering the subject matter.

Afterwards Simone looked both relieved and a little nervous.

"How do I know they were the only copy you had," she asked.

"You don't, but I assure you that it was. Like I said, blackmail is a mug's game. You might get away with it once but after that it could get dangerous. No, the pictures are all gone." 

They were, too. Who needed them?

I didn't mention the photos I'd taken for the sculpture and for some reason they didn't seem to worry her, probably because there were no dicks included. A nude she could explain away. A dick would be somewhat harder.

Simone departed shortly after that, a lot happier than when she arrived. I wondered how she'd react when I invited her around to see the statue. I intended to do one about eighteen inches high, a lovely nude model. If I was anything like as good as I thought I was she'd be instantly recognisable. 




Caught Ch. 04



It's amazing how hard it is for people to break a hard habit. A couple of days later I was at the university and Simone and a couple of her friends came past. Simone spotted me and made a rude crack about wimps who couldn't even find a football field let alone go on one. Her friends giggled and they went on their way.

I had Simone's phone number. I gave her a call.

"Simone, your manners are appalling," I said quietly. "I think you need to come to my studio this evening for a reminder about how a young lady should behave." 

"And if I don't," she asked, obviously waiting for me to mention photos.

"I'll make a note that I owe you a spanking," I said, "but it would be polite to keep your account current and collect it today."

"Do you think I'm going to come around, knowing you want to, to. . ." 

Her voice trailed away. I grinned. There were some things she wouldn't want to say where her friends could hear.

"Well, obviously I can't make you," I said, "but you were rude today so you should collect the spanking today. I'll expect you about seven."

With that I hung up. I love getting the last word. Too bad I didn't get it this time. My phone beeped a message. It was short and succinct.

"No way, you bastard."

Maybe, maybe not. I knew that I'd be in my studio at seven.



Caught Ch. 04



"Maybe sleeping with Antwan has something to do with it." I said smiling.

Anna returned a coy smile. "You know I think it has."

"How so?"

"It used to annoy me how cocky and macho black hip house artists and rappers behaved. Having a big black cock deep inside me has changed my perspective. With the cocks black men have and the way that they use them--well--I think they are entitled to act the way they do. In fact--now I find it incredibly sexy."

"That sounds so arousing." I replied.

"The black guy--no, he's not just a guy--he's a man; that man in the video is making me hot." Anna said watching television intently.

I noticed she looked tense so I started giving her a back rub. As I rubbed her back, shoulders and neck I felt lots of stiffness and tension in her muscles.

"Is there something wrong, hun?" I asked. "You seem very tense."

Just then a knock came at the door. I went to answer it and was surprised to see Antwan. Anna's face brightened immediately.

"Antwan!" She called out happily. Anna was so excited to see him that she jumped into his arms and planted a deep kiss on his lips.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what are you doing here?" She said.

"I hope you don't mind." He said. "I was passing by your hood and decided to stop by."

"Of course we don't mind." Anna asked.

"Not at all." I said with a tremendous hard on coming on watching Anna in Jim's arms. 

"Your welcome in our hood--and in my pants--any time you want lover." Anna said with a glance back at me. "Right hubbie?"

"Anytime." I replied. "In fact, you look so cute together that I want to take a picture. Keep holding her just like that."

I ran to get my camera, my heart thumping in my chest and returned to find them chatting away just like I left them. Antwan and Anna smiled at the camera in each other's arms as I took a few pictures.

"You look hot together." I said.

You can't imagine the excitement I felt seeing her in the arms of a black man. They began kissing liked lover reunited after a long separation. Her arms clung with tenderness to his muscular frame. She moaned with greedy pleasure as their lips pressed and kissed . Antwan held my wife tighter to his body and locked his mouth to hers with wild hunger. I could see Anna's feet curling with pleasure and the muscles in her body softening with happy relaxation. After their lips parted, Anna smiled and gazed into Antwan's eyes.

"Wow." She said with a quiver of excitement in her voice. "That was nice. Let's do it again."

They kissed again and then embraced.

" I'm so happy you are here." Anna said while caressing his back. "I need to be fucked."

"Oh, suga." Antwan replied.

At first I thought Antwan would ask my permission to fuck my wife, but as he lavished kisses on my wife's neck while carrying her passed me toward the main bedroom I realized that wasn't going to happen. I felt a little slighted, but to be honest I was too turned on by what I was watching to care. I followed after them with my camera in one hand and the other hand rubbing my crotch.

Antwan set my wife down as they entered the bedroom. Their mouths barely separated as they continued kissing.

"Oh, kissing you is so good." Anna said.

As I watched and took pictures, they began undressing. Antwan unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his muscular black chest and abs. Anna quickly pulled off the cotton top she was wearing and soon her bra fell to the floor, exposing her sexy breasts with stiff nipples. Her eyes remained fixed on Antwan.

"You body is sexy." Antwan said looking at her.

Antwan dropped his pants. His erect black dick protruded through his briefs.

"Mmmmm. Look at that big black cock." Anna swayed her hips side to side as she worked off her skirt. "I can't wait to have it in me. All I've been thinking about all day is seeing your big black cock, touching it, fucking it."

My wife slowly slipped off her white panties, they fell softly to her feet. I watched, totally engrossed, as she slipped one foot out of her panties and then lifted one attractive foot up behind her to retrieve them. Antwan sighed in appreciation as she completely revealed her nakedness. Smiling, she tossed her underwear at me.

Anna caressed the sides of her body as she stared at Antwan. "I want to see that black cock right now."

Trembling with excitement, my wife, the love of my life--the woman who pledged her love to me--got down on her knees in front of her black lover and slowly pulled his briefs off. As his underwear came down, his large black member came out and slapped on her awaiting face. She smiled and cooed as she set her eyes on his black shaft.

"I love when your cock slaps my face."

"Yeah, take it suga."

Antwan held his penis with one hand and began slapping it against my wife's pretty face. Seeing her smile and close her eyes in pleasure as he did made my heartbeat race with arousal. It was incredibly erotic.

"Yes. Yes. Hit me with it. Rub it in my face."

With pre-cum dripping off his stiff cock, Antwan rubbed it all over Anna's face. The sight of his black meat being pressed all over her lovely white face amazing. She looked very pleased that he did.

"Oh, yes. I love it." She said.

Anna began kissing and licking his dark manhood. She started at his balls, making slow circles with her tongue and planting gentle kisses. Antwan grunted his approval of her actions. Next she licked his thick veined cock, running her tongue flat against it up to the head. Her tongue massaged it all around, going over the tip over and over again with intense enthusiasm. Seeing Anna's pink tongue licking all over his black cock gave me a thrill of excitement. The emotion I felt at that moment was mixed. I felt lust for my wife, with her cute body and her slender figure kneeling on the floor. I wished I were the one receiving this incredible blow job, yet at the same time I loved seeing her sucking black cock with such energy.

"Anna. You look amazing doing that." I said.

Anna beautiful brown eyes met mine and I felt this electrical charge pass between us. Something sparkled in her eyes seeing me there, something that brought a brightness to her face. I realized then, something I hadn't fully realized before, that she enjoyed me watching her have sexual intercourse with a black lover.

Holding his cock with one hand, she began licking like it was an ice cream cone. Her pink tongue ran over the whole length of his black cock on one side and then the other. Anna put both her hands around his sides and held his buttocks as she began lavishing his cock with wild licks of her tongue and long adoring kisses. My wife's mouth gently but hungrily latched on to the side of his cock and she sucked and kissed with a passion I had never seen before. When she finished released his cock with a deep gasp for air.

"I feel so hot when I'm with you." Anna said with a quiver in her voice. "Like I'm a different person."

"You are hot, suga. You're my hot white slut."

"Oh, yeah. I'm your slut." Her big and lovely brown eyes gazed up at him in admiration.

Antwan placed one hand on her head as she opened her mouth and took in as much of his black cock as she could. Anna wasn't able to get his cock very far into her mouth but she really seemed to love doing it and Antwan smiled down at her.

"Mmmmm. Mmmmm" Anna moaned as she sucked him.

"Suck it, suga."

Anna's head bobbed up and down, engorging her mouth with his cock. When he released her she pulled backward fanning herself with her hand.

Antwan laid down on our bed and she sat beside him and began to massage his body. Her body looked so small and delicate next to his.

"You have a great body, Antwan." My wife said as her hands rubbed broad muscular chest. "I love how tight your muscles feel."

"My muscles are all yours, Suga."

"Most of all I love how black you are. I love having your blackness in me." 

"Yeah, suga. I love putting it into you."

Anna continued rubbing his body. "I want you to know how sexy you make me feel. It is like I wasn't fully a woman until you fucked me."

"Mmm, suga."

"Fuck me now. I need you to, but first I have to kiss you." My wife's touched Antwan's face with one hand and her fingers ran along his full black lips. "I have to kiss you before you fuck me."

Antwan took my wife into his arms. As their lips met in a hungry kiss he rolled her over onto her side. I watched my wife and her black lover with extreme passion. Their arms clung onto their tightly squeezing bodies, moist with excited sweat, and their mouths locked completely over each other. I watched as one of my wife's slender and shapely tan legs raised up and wrapped around her black lover's side. Both moaned with pleasure and excitement as they kissed. Only another husband, equally into the new emerging lifestyle of a black man pleasuring the wife in a young married white couple, can understand the thrill I felt seeing my wife passionately kiss her lover. Her slim hands ran through his hair while his thick arms embraced her around her waist and back. I almost jizzed myself on the spot. 

Gradually he slid his black frame over my wife, kissing her on the mouth as he did, and his hard black cock moved against the opening of her pussy.

"Take it." She moaned.

He pushed his groin against her body. On cue her smooth gorgeous legs spread open wide to receive him. My thoughts ran wild at the sight of this. To me there was a naturalness to their motions. Everything was as it should be. Her black lover was taking what was his; the privilege to fuck the married white woman by right of his sexual superiority. He knew it. I knew it. Anna knew it. As much as she loved me, her body demanded sex with him. It was beautiful watching his black cock press against the entrance of her pussy, spread clitoris wider and wider, then push down deep into her pink vagina. I couldn't believe how much he opened her or how deep I saw his black rod enter.

"OH, you fill me SO good."

Anna held Antwan tighter by his shoulders.

"Yeaah. You fill me...so...DEEP." My wife's head rolled from side to side with pleasure.

"Tell me how you like it." Antwan whispered.

"I love it. Yes. I love the way you fill me."

I watched from the side as Antwan sexually dominated my wife. I couldn't get over how wonderful they looked making love together. My wife looked so sweet clutching him with her fit, slender body under his muscular black frame as he plowed his manhood into her.

"Yeah, baby. Just like that." Anna sighed.

"Argh!" Antwan said with a grimace. "Dayum, your pussy is good. Look how she takes it all. You're a freak, suga."

"I'm your freak. You fuck me so great." Anna ran her hands up and down the sides of her black lover's body.

They stared into each other's eyes as they copulated. At this moment, I knew I didn't exist to my wife. The only thing in the world that mattered to her was the exquisite sensation of Antwan's black cock pounding body shaking pleasure into the depths of her white pussy. 

"Yes, Antwan. Make me your bitch."

"Hell, yeah." Antwan cheered.

I could see the pleasure he slammed into Anna by the way she stared at him, with hunger in her eyes, sweat rolling down her brow, and her teeth clenched in an expression of absolute concentration. She looked so cute and adorable as I watched her biting her lower lip. My wife was absorbing and relishing every moment of her fucking, stealing occasional glances down between her legs to watch the black log violating her tender womanhood.

"Oh my gawd, YES." She cried.

Antwan grabbed the bedposts and really laid into her. The speed and power of their copulation dramatically increased.

"Ahhhhhh!" Anna cried and her arms flailed to the sides of the bed.

As Antwan took my wife to new heights of pleasure she cried out over and over again in erotic delight.

"Don't stop, baby. Yes. Don't stop. PLEASE." 

I thought for sure Anna was going to lose it. To my surprise I saw her recover and reach over her head to grab hold of the bedpost as well. Using it for support I watch my sweet and gentle wife begin aggressively thrusting her hips up to meet her black lover. She fucked him back with everything she had in her. I began stroking my cock with a vengeance. I never saw anything so good as my young brunette wife fucking a black man. She met him stroke for stroke, devouring his black cock into her with each thrust. Slowly, with each thrust, I saw her losing it. Her arms gave away and fell limp, her eyes closed and her hips relaxed. Antwan reduced Anna to a quivering mass of hot pleasured female flesh. She just laid there, her legs wide open, and got black fucked. Weakly, she looked my way and extended her hand to me.

She whimpered. "Come to me."

I felt a little strange going to her with my pants down and my swollen dick in my hand but something about the imploring sound of her voice made me go immediately.

"Hold my hand." She said looking up to with a dazed look, as if any moment now she was going to explode with pleasure.

She took my hand in her and held tightly. When I stopped whacking off with my other hand she shook her head.

"No. Jerk off, Jim. I want you to come too."

So I whacked off with one hand while I gently held my wife's hand in the other. I had never seen her look so happy as she watched me whack off while a huge orgasm built up and exploded in her body. Her eyes only left my eyes for a moment as she closed them tightly when she began to cum.

"Yes. Don't stop. PLEASE NO. Don't stop. I'm having one!"

Anna's hand tightened around my mine as her body began to shake.

"It is a loooong one. Yes. Jim, it's so good. Jim, my love, I'm having a long one. Antwan, please don't stop fucking me you beautiful black man." My wife cried.

"Ahhhhhhhh...yesssssssssss." She let out a long gasp as her eyes rolled up into her head and her body went completely weak. At the same Antwan grunted and by the rigidity of his body it was obvious he was about to shoot cum deep into my wife's womb again. 

"OH I feel it. So hot. Cum in me. I want it. Cum, baby." She said urging her black lover on.

"Oh yes. It's coming." Antwan said in a huff.

"Yes, baby. I want to please you. I want to make you cum."

"Here it comes!"

"Yes! Give me your black seed." Anna cried.

All this was too much for me. As Antwan made cum in my wife, I shoot my load all over her face. The white spray was everywhere, on her nose, lips, eyelids, dripping off her cheek. She still looked great.

"Yes. Oh yes. You make me feel so good. I'm so glad I made you cum."

My high drifted off. I expecting to feel a down but I felt something else instead. I'm not sure what it was but something switched in me. I no longer felt guilty about sharing my wife. The experience had somehow brought us closer to together. What I experienced was an elation. I felt that if I could embrace this new aspect of our life then we could be very happy together for a long time.

Antwan, in a sweaty satisfaction, rolled off my wife and laid next to her.

"Dayum, that shit was off the hook!" He said.

"Dayum straight." She replied, laughing.

Dripping between her legs was large frothy white mess, the residue of a black man's orgasm. At that moment his sperm was swimming around inside of her. I worried a little bit about if my wife could get pregnant. Part of me was turned on by the thought of Anna being bred by a black man, but I knew it was impossible any. Anna was on the pill and I had seen her take it myself. There would be no black pregnancy...not tonight anyway.

"Aight. I'm actually going to have to go." Antwan said.

Anna and I looked at each other and laughed.

"Love 'em and leave 'em, huh?" I said.

"I'll be back tomorrow night." Antwan laughed as he hopped off the bed to gather his clothes. "It's just that tonight there's basketball and well...ya'll know I can't miss that!"

"Okay, baby." Anna blew a kiss to Antwan and headed for the bathroom. "Thanks for the lovely evening. You know I can't wait to see you again."

Anna took my hand again. "Let's go shower."

I smiled and followed her. 

***

Later that evening we relaxed watching television while resting in bed. I wore pajamas while Anna wore one of her old college jerseys. Anna flipped off the late television night talk show we were watching and turned to me.

"Honey, I love you watching me having sex with Antwan."

"I love watching you."

"It is hard to describe the joy I feel having a black cock inside me and seeing you masturbating to it. The feeling is just SO perfect."

"I know, hun. I feel the same."

"You do?"

"Yes. In fact I've been thinking." I hesitated and then continued. "This is going to sound strange, but I would be very happy if we stopped having sex anymore and you only fucked black men."

Anna's eyes brightened and her face broke out in a huge smile. "Yes! YES! That is EXACTLY what I was thinking. THAT is what I've been dying to tell you but I'm been afraid to say."

"We could still fool around of course...I could eat you out and you could suck me and give me blow jobs."

"I love jerking you off."

"...but when it comes to real fucking, I think you should only do black cock."

"You're okay with that?"

"I'm more then okay. I would be so happy."

Anna hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek. "I love you so much. You don't know how happy this makes me."

"I love you too, Anna. That is why I think you deserve only black cock in your white pussy."

"I'm glad your not mad, honey. I'm so happy! I think I'm going to cry." Anna said as she wipe one of her eyes that had begun to moisten. "It has been bothering me..."

"It's okay. I feel the same." I reassured her.

Anna reached down my pajamas and began stroking me. "I love you. I adore you. I want us to stay together and I always want to be your wife. My only problem is that you can't satisfy me sexually anymore. Your white dick has no business being in my pussy. Only black cock belongs inside me. I'm sorry if that hurts you. Are you really sure you can accept that?"

"Yes, hun. Not only do I accept it. I love it."

Anna's eyes began to water at my words. "Oh, honey. I love you." She threw her arms around me in a joyful hug.

I hugged her tightly back. Sadness swept over me. I thought about my wife saying she didn't want my dick in her anymore. Besides the prospect of no more vaginal sex with her I thought about how it meant we would never have children together. If she ever did get pregnant it would be by her black lover. 

To celebrate my wife sucked my dick and then whacked me off until I shot a heavy blast of cum.

***

So began a new chapter in my marriage with Anna. For all intents and purposes, Anna and I were husband and wife. We would live together, spend time together, shop and sleep in the same bed together. I would still kiss, hug and cuddle her too. I could perform cunnilingus on her and she would happily suck and masturbate me. When it came to sexual intercourse, however; only big black cock satisfied the carnal cravings of my wife's tender white pussy. Anna was exclusively a black lover and Antwan was going to do all the fucking. What were my feelings? I couldn't be happier. It was a huge relief to no longer worry about satisfying my wife's sexual needs. I couldn't satisfy her anymore anyway because Anna needed something I didn't have: a big black cock. Since Antwan was going to be a regular visitor in our home from now on, I planned to make him his own house key the next day and present it to him myself.

I still had some doubts about where my marriage was headed, plenty of doubts and worries. But doesn't every marriage have struggles? Any worries I had drifted away as I lay in bed with my beautiful wife and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

End of part 4