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Caught Ch. 05

By: eroghost



My name is Jim, I'm a 26 year old white male with a successful career, a sexy wife and an addiction to watching interracial sex. I'm married to a 24 year old woman named Anna, she is a beautiful white woman with shoulder length brunette hair, intelligent brown eyes, a slender but curvy figure and gorgeous shapely legs. Besides her lovely appearance on the outside, Anna is also a sweet, caring and nice girl on the inside. For three years we enjoyed a very happy, monogamous and content marriage.

Our married life changed forever one day when my wife caught me with interracial pornography. I had, unknown to her, an obsession with watching white women having sex with black men. Her discovery of my interracial obsession triggered a chain of events that eventually resulted in my wife starting an erotic relationship with a black man, named Antwan, at my encouragement. On our wedding anniversary my wife made love on our marital bed to her new boyfriend and was brought to orgasm multiple times by him while I watched and masturbated myself to ejaculation. It was the hottest night of our lives. It not only gave me intense satisfaction to witness my wife being sexually pleasured in bed by a black man but she loved seeing me watch it happen to her.

Being black fucked altered my wife dramatically. Although she remained the same sweet young woman, she gained new attitude and sexiness she didn't possess before. It was as though the experience of her being sexually entered by a black man not only stretched and opened her white pussy, but also liberated and opened her mind. After getting reamed repeatedly by big black cock my formerly shy wife started standing a little taller and straighter. She spoke with more confidence and walked with more sass and energy. The erotic nature of her interracial joining gave her a new outlook on life, one where her pleasures took center stage. 

My wife had become as addicted to sex with her black lover as I was addicted to watching it. As much as she still loved me I noticed my wife became less and less interested in having intercourse with me. What titillated her about our marriage now wasn't the act of coitus with me, it was the act of cuckolding me. She not only wanted exclusive sex with her lover, she also wanted and perhaps even needed me to be there when it happened. It was important to her for me to be an observer to her interracial mating. I could see it clearly in the way she searched for me in the room while she was in the middle of sexual congress. Her eyes hungered for mine as she reached her moment of orgasm. She needed to see my face as her lover used her body to satisfy his lust. Watching me masturbate myself to ejaculation as she brought her new mate to climax and accepted his cum deep into her pussy satisfied a craving that she could not and would no longer deny herself.

Even if I had wanted to end this new state of affairs, I could not. Antwan's sexual prowess in bed eclipsed mine. Sex with him satisfied my wife in so many ways that was impossible for me to compete with. My wife's tall black mate possessed and projected an strong masculinity, one that appealed to Anna's undeniable and deep feminine impulses. She could not resist gravitating to him. The contrast of his smooth black body against her firmly soft white skin excited and thrilled her. She delighted in how forward he was in flirting with her. The sound of his deep baritone voice aroused her body, from the hardening of her nipples to the moistening of her pussy, and it melted away any resistance to his sexual advances. Her body constantly screamed out: this is the man I want, this is the man I need and this is the man I must have. His humor and magnetism made her want to laugh, dance and make love. In his pants her new black man carried his most convincing argument: his long, hard, thick cock. With his large male endowment, Antwan's explored the inside of my wife beyond where I was capable of reaching. Seeing herself impaled on his black cock turned my wife into a wanton woman determined to pleasure her new man. His dark manhood filled the tenderness of her white pussy completely and pressed into her more pleasure then she thought possible. Most appealing to her of all about it was indulging in a taboo joining; to not only have sex with a black man, which her upbringing had discouraged, but to do so in front of her husband. All this multiplied her carnal experience to such an extent that she could not look at Antwan without wanting him to ravish her. How could I expect her to tolerate my average dick compared to her lover's thick black cock? Rather then risk losing her by trying to obstruct her new passion, I decided the best way to preserve our marriage was to encourage my wife to give herself over fully to our new life. So with that in mind I was the one that suggested what was on both our thoughts; that from this point on she should fuck her black lover exclusively while I would only get hand and blow jobs. I knew sex with me was fading as an option for her. Having to accept my mediocre loving when what she wanted was black in her bed would only annoy and push her away from me. So hearing me propose changing our marriage so that she only make love to Antwan brought incredible happiness and joy to Anna. She loved me and wanted to stay married to me, but revealed she could only continue if we stopped having sex. She explained in clear terms to me that my dick simply had no business being in her pussy anymore. You might think hearing my wife say she didn't want me to have sex with her anymore would bother me, but it had just the opposite effect; I was inclined to agree with her and I was in fact totally happy with this. It might surprise you to hear that when I realized I wouldn't be allowed to put my dick in my wife anymore, it actually gave me an immense hard on. It aroused me.

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I knew my wife was one hundred percent into the change we were making in our marriage, but she still wasn't completely convinced that I could accept giving up sexual intercourse with her. In her mind, it didn't seem possible that a man could abdicate sexual privileges with his wife and surrender them to another man. Because it nagged her thoughts, wondering if I was serious or not, she kept asking me questions like:

"How do you feel?" and "What are you thinking?"

These are questions women ask their husbands all the time, but I sensed these questions stemmed from her anxiety over the changes our life together was undergoing. This is why I was glad that Antwan would be away for a week on a trip to see visit family. This would give my wife and I time to talk and prepare for the adjustment our marriage would be going through. I decided not to force the discussion but let my wife come to me when she was ready to open up about her concerns. For the next couple of days we went about our daily routines. We didn't speak about anything sexual or about her black lover. 

In the meantime when I wasn't working I kept myself busy with organizing the photos I had on the computer of my wife having sex with Antwan. I also started using a program to modify existing photos and another program to make drawings of my wife with Antwan. Doing this gave me a lot of pleasure. I took a picture of them making love in bed and inserted a valentine style red heart with white lace fringe behind them, and in the heart I wrote the words: Anna Loves Antwan. The drawings I made were almost entirely of them kissing. Seeing my wife kissing a black man was the next most erotic thing for me besides seeing her take black cock in her pussy. Later I masturbated to these pictures. My favorite drawings I made were of her kissing him while laying half naked in bed, at the beach in public, and of her in wedding dress kissing him as if they had just gotten married. 

During the daytime it was fine but at night when we went to bed it was awkward. Since we weren't having sex anymore we didn't know if we should hug, kiss or what. So in the end we just turned away from each other and fell asleep in silence. This time was the most worrisome for me. We were becoming like strangers. Lying there on separate sides of the bed I wondered what was to become of my marriage. I knew I had only myself to blame. My addiction to watching interracial sex had driven a wedge between me and my wife, a wedge I didn't know how to deal with. I loved my wife and I knew she loved me, but I didn't know how long that would last with the gulf growing between us.

-

Thankfully this situation didn't carry on past the second night. One the evening of the third night after are fateful decision to stop having sex, after showering and freshening up Anna changed into a pretty pink set of pajamas and sat with me on the sofa as I watched television in the living room. Her moist brown hair hung down to her shoulders. I sat on one end of the sofa while she sat on the other. We small talked a little bit, made comments about the weather and current events--nothing very interesting. After our chit chat I looked at her and thought she appeared troubled. I didn't like it. Her eyes projected feelings of worry and unhappiness. Seeing her tension, I turned off the television and gave her my complete attention.

"What's wrong, sweety?"

"Honey, I'm really worried about us." Anna started with the sound of tension in her voice. "What is going on with our marriage? Are we in trouble? Are we screwing things up?"

"What do you mean?"

Anna played nervously with her hair and then looked directly at me. "I mean first I start having sex with a black man while you watch. And before you say anything, yes it was mind-blowing sex, the best I've ever had, but look where it has taken our marriage. We are turning into strangers now that I'm going to start having exclusive sex with Antwan."

"You don't want that anymore?"

"That's just it. I love the idea. I love it. Just thinking about it makes me so happy and wet."

I felt a pang of jealousy. "So then what's the problem?"

"I love and adore you, and yet it seems so right to me to stop having sex with you and only have sex with my black lover. Don't you find that odd? Isn't that crazy? Before we were man and woman. Now we are man and woman and man. You can't tell me this doesn't make you unhappy?"

"It doesn't."

"I know you say you it doesn't, honey, but I still can't help worrying about you and our marriage."

"You don't have to worry about it."

"But I do."

"It's okay, really."

"Jim, you mean everything to me. I never really felt love until I met you." Anna extended her legs forward and waved her feet in an invitation to rub them. They looked gorgeous and I obliged her with enthusiasm.

"Trust me, sweety. I really am happy about it." I massaged her feet. "I know it seems weird but I get a lot of satisfaction watching you enjoying yourself."

"But don't you get jealous?"

"Sure, a little." I shrugged my shoulders. "But feeling a little jealous actually makes it better for me. How can it bother me when seeing you having sex with Antwan makes me hot?"

Unconvinced, Anna sighed. "I don't want to do anything that might hurt what we have later."

"Just think of this as a new kind of marriage." I told her as I rubbed her feet. "Times are changing."

"I don't know."

I continued. "You know women have put up with a lot of crap from men throughout history. I think it is time men stopped being so possessive of their wives. If a man really loves his wife then he should allow her to enjoy everything life has to offer, even if that includes another man."

Anna smiled. "Are you serious about that?"

"Think of us as pioneers into an alternative lifestyle."

"So we have an alternative marriage." Anna said trying on the words. "I think I like the sound of that."

"I love you and I love being married to you, Anna." I gazed with affection into her lovely brown eyes. "You don't know how much watching you being pleasured completely satisfies my sexual desire."

"It really makes you that happy?"

"Yes. And knowing that you will have exclusive sex with Antwan makes it even hotter for me. I don't need to fuck you to be happily married. I love that we are married but that from now on only black will enter your pussy."

"Oh, Jim, you brought me confidence, happiness and a feeling of security to take chances. And what we have shared together has been amazing. You made it possible for me to live my fantasy of sex with a black man. Without your support I would have never done it."

"I'm glad to have done it."

Anna leaned forward and kissed me on my face.

"I love having you there when I make love to Antwan." She told me as our kiss parted.

"You do?"

"Yes."

"I don't know. I just know it turns me on to have you there with me. It makes it better."

Enjoying the conversation, I probed for more. "How is that?"

"I know that you love it." Anna said with a wistful smile. "Seeing you get aroused makes me wet."

"That's funny because seeing you wet gets me aroused."

"It really turns me on having a husband that enjoys seeing me make love to another man--especially a black man. It is so naughty--so taboo. I love it that it pleases you."

I rubbed her feet some more. "I'm glad that we have this time alone together. I have been missing it more and more."

"That feels great." Anna said as my hands worked on her feet.

"Remember when we met?"

I nodded. "Of course. We met through a mutual friend at an office party."

"Who could have imagined what our relationship would turn out to be like?"

"I know. I saw you standing on the other end of the room looking out a window when I first laid eyes on you. It looked like you were thinking about something. I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the room."

"Awwww, thank you. You are so sweet." Anna said and then kissed me on the cheek.

"Want to know something else--I'm embarrassed to say this but when I first saw you at that party my first thought was how great it would be to see you have sex with a black guy."

"No, really?"

"Yes really. I thought you looked so beautiful and sweet that it would be incredible to see a black man doing you."

"Oh my goodness! That's amazing. When I was at that party I was wondering what would have happened if I had stayed at my old job with Antwan always flirting at me. I sometimes got curious and right when I was standing at that window I was thinking about what it would be like to have a black man do me."

"Wow. That I didn't know."

"That whole day I had been thinking about it after an former co-worker of mine had coffee with me in the morning and she asked if I kept turning Antwan down because he was black."

"What did you tell her?"

"I denied it. I told her I thought he was obnoxious, but truthfullyI rejected him because he was black. The idea of dating black men scared me. Her asking me about it made me wonder what it would be like to date and have sex with a black guy, before I knew it I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"What kind of thoughts did you have?"

"Romantic thoughts. I kept picturing myself dating a black guy and doing all the things that people on dates do. I thought about getting flowers, holding hands in the park and going to movies." 

"Any sexy thoughts?"

Anna laughed softly. "Yes. I wondered what the sex would be like. I pictured myself bed with a black man in different positions: on top, under, and from behind."

"So we were having similar thoughts."

"It went totally out of my mind when I met you. You were just so handsome I couldn't think of anything else."

"Me too. I forgot everything when we started going out on dates. When we later married I forgot about watching interracial sex, at least for awhile."

"But deep down inside we both still had thoughts about interracial." Anna said. "I wonder how many other white women fantasize of sex with black men?"

"I don't know. But I wouldn't be surprised if all white women thought about it at least once in their life."

"Oh I thought about it more then once." Anna laughed. "Black men are just so sexy. They have a lot of things women love. Gorgeous dark skin, hard muscular looking bodies and deep sexy voices."

"And big you-know-what's."

"Yes." My wife giggled. "Big you-know-what's are nice too. I really can't thank you enough for having the confidence in our love to let me have a black man."

"I want you to be happy. And seeing you do it makes me extremely hot."

"Mmmm. I feel chills all over my body, from my head to my toes, when you say that." Anna's expression became highly aroused. "Everything you're saying is driving me crazy. My whole life has gone crazy since I caught you with that interracial porn."

"Don't you love it, sweety?"

"I do." She rubbed her crotch with one hand. "Is it wrong that I love you won't fuck me anymore and that I love having Antwan's black cock in my pussy instead of your white cock."

"No, sweety. There is nothing wrong with it at all so long it's what we all want and we are consenting adults."

"Is it wrong I get off seeing you watch me do a black guy?"

"No, not at all."

"Antwan is so big and hard it drives me wild."

"To me, it looks hot seeing you take another man into your pussy."

Anna smiled widely. "Gawd, I love when you say that."

"There is nothing hotter to me then seeing big black cock sticking hard into your tight white hole."

"Mmmmmm. Me too. Seeing the contrast of his black skin when he gives it to me. I love feeling and seeing it go deep. It looks so, so...."

"It looks so right."

"Yessss." My wife nodded. "I love black cock. I love it in my pussy. It looks great and it feels even better. I can't even explain to you how great it feels to have him deep inside me. He stretches and fills me up so completely, there's not a part inside me that he doesn't touch or stimulate."

"I'm happy that he is able to satisfy you."

"I'm sorry your dick can't arouse me like that. It used to but after having better I can't, well, you know."

"Once you go black you can't go back?"

"Exactly." Anna laughed. "I've gone black, sweety, and I'm sorry but I can't come back."

"And you know what? I'm okay with that. I think it bothered me a little at first, but I'm loving seeing how happy sex with Antwan makes you."

Anna caressed my face with her hand. "Seeing you watch it and love it makes it even better for me." 

"Anything you want. I get hard when you say that. Your so sweet and beautiful you deserve it."

"I'm so hot and wet right now. Jim, come and eat my pussy."

I agreed instantly, jumped off the couch and got on my knees. She sat back and spread her legs while I pulled off her pajama pants and panties. Hot with emotion, Anna took off her top and bra and cast it aside. This was the first time in days I had seen her naked. Her body, legs, hips and groin looked smooth and beautiful. I felt consumed by an eager desire to suck on her pussy and dived headfirst into her muff. Her enticing body felt soft and warm to the touch. She caressed my hair with her hands while I furiously licked her clit with my speedy tongue.

"Yes. Yes." Anna tightly pressed my face into her clit . "Eat my pussy, Jim. You have to make me cum."

I licked, kissed and sucked her pussy like a madman as my wife moaned and groaned with pleasure. My tongue hungrily ran up and down, massaging every part of her perfect looking clitoris.

"Make me cum, Jim. Suck this pussy that you don't get to fuck. Suck what you only get to watch get fucked."

Some might not understand, but it extremely satisfying to have my head firmly planted between my wife's gorgeous legs, eating away at her pussy. This was right, this was where I belonged. Both Anna and I recognized this. Our feeling of disconnection with each other was finally fading. Our marriage was crossing the traditional boundaries into new territory, a place where we took on new social roles and positions to adapt to the changing dynamics of our social and sexual relationship. My place in Anna's life was clarifying itself. My dick may not have anymore business in my wife's pussy, but my tongue did. This would be one of my new roles as Anna's husband: to get on my knees and suck pussy. And I sucked it for all that it was worth. Anna, her head rolling from side to side in pleasure, clearly appreciated my efforts.


Caught Ch. 05



I was surprised at how calm I felt. My husband had seen a spot on my blouse where some of my son's cum had landed after he had rubbed his hard cock against my legs. Luckily, I had a napkin over my lap because there was much more cum on my upper thighs and my skirt was open enough that my red thong probably would have been visible. Feeling my son's cum starting to slide between my thighs was exciting. 

After my husband left the kitchen, I removed the napkin and reached down to scoop up as much as I could with my fingers. Just as I was raising my fingertips to my mouth, I heard my son coming down the stairs. Ricky walked in the kitchen. 

"Want a taste?"

I offered my fingers to him and he slid them into his mouth. I reached down to get another taste when he grabbed my wrist.

"Let me get that for you." 

He reached down, pushed my legs apart and slid his hand along my thigh from my knee to just past my stocking top. He collected a nice sample and lifted his fingers to my mouth. I reached out my tongue and touched his fingertips, getting a small taste. Then I took hold of his wrist and pulled his hand toward me. 

I sucked his fingers slowly into my mouth. As I did so, I ran my tongue over his fingers. I kept sucking and then began to bob my head back and forth. Before long I had the entire length of his fingers in my mouth as I sucked and licked his finger.

"Oh, God, Mom, that is so hot. I can't imagine what it would feel like if . . . ." 

He stopped. I smiled at him.

If what?"

"Nothing." 

He blushed furiously. Then he spoke again.

"Are you going to change soon? I'd like to watch again and pick out your outfit for tomorrow."

I smiled at him. I had been thinking the same thing. 

"I guess I ought to change and get into some clothes that aren't so messy. By the way, are you sure the guys didn't mind me interrupting your game when I came home."

"Oh gosh, they didn't mind at all. They would have been happy if you stayed a lot longer."

I laughed, and asked another question, although I knew the answer.

"Was Jason looking up my skirt when he walked past you?"

Ricky smiled as he answered.

"I am sure he was, I think he saw as much as I did."

"Oh, Ricky, I hope you weren't embarrassed by your mother letting Jason see me that way."

"No way, I was excited by the fact that the guys were getting so turned on by looking at you. I think it's cool that my mother is so sexy."

"Why thank you Ricky. That is so sweet. I'm glad you enjoyed today. But if we're going to get me changed, we'd better get moving."

Knowing that my husband was going to be totally involved in reading his paper and watching the news on televison, I decided I could risk letting Ricky help me undress. I left the bedroom door open so we could hear if my husband started upstairs. I tossed my jacket on the bed.

"I guess it's up to you to decide how I undress, I'm going to let you do all the work, too." 

Ricky walked up behind me and took hold of the zipper on my skirt. Sliding it down slowly my bottom came into his view. He did not let it drop to the floor, but he held it to let me step out of it. He folded the skirt carefully and placed it on the bed.

I assumed Ricky would remove my blouse next, but he walked in front of me, kneeled and reached behind me. His hands lightly touched the backs of my thighs just above my stocking tops and then slowly moved upward. He caressed my thighs and, when his hands reached my bottom, he began to massage me. As he caressed and squeezed my bottom I began to feel my self becoming excited again. Ricky's fingertips traced the thong between my cheeks and each of his hands was holding a side of my bottom. His squeezing and caressing was driving me wild. I was trying to stay in control of myself, though.

Suddenly, Ricky leaned toward me and pulled me toward him at the same time. His face was barely an inch from me. The thought of him so close was making me more excited and I was sure he could smell the musky aroma I was producing.

Ricky leaned even closer and began kissing me lightly on my thighs while continuing to squeeze my bottom. It was all I could do to keep from pulling his face against me so he could taste my wet panties. Ricky's lips moved closer and closer to my wetness and my mind began racing. I had to keep my senses to listen for my husband, but it was getting more and more difficult to concentrate on anything other than my son and the way he was making me feel.

"Oh, Ricky, I can't take much more of this." 

Just as I said that, I felt his fingers take my thong and begin to slide it down. Before I could say anything, my son was kneeling in front of me with his face barely an inch away. I was afraid I would feel his tongue sliding into me. I was afraid I wouldn't. Suddenly, my husband called from downstairs.

"Hey, are we having dinner tonight?"

"Ricky, you have to go. He may come up the stairs."

Ricky leaned forward and kissed me, then stood up. He still held my thong and he raised it to his face.

"I'm going to hold on to this for a while. We can decide on what you'll wear tomorrow later."

Holding my thong, Ricky Left the room leaving me standing in blouse, bra, and thigh high stockings.

"Wow!, be careful, girl." I told myself, although I was not sure I was listening.

 I picked some clothes from my closet and walked into the bathroom. I certainly did not want my husband to walk in on me while I was almost nude. I chose a pair of jean shorts that were getting towards threadbare, especially in the back, and an old t-shirt. I decided not to wear panties or a bra.

After dressing, I went to the kitchen to see about making dinner. Trying to decide what to cook, I was leaning over looking into the refrigerator when I felt a pair of hands softly caressing my bottom. I almost said my son's name, but then thought better of it in the unlikely event it was my husband who had snuck up on me. I looked back and saw my son and spoke to him quietly.

"Ricky, you have to stop that. Your father might come in. " 

 I realized I did not say that it was not right for him to touch me.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I saw you and couldn't help myself. Especially after this afternoon."

"It's okay, Ricky, I just don't want things to get carried away. I think we are going to have to talk some more, maybe set some limits." 

I was not sure if I was talking to Ricky or to myself. I also was not sure I really meant it.

Dinner went as well as it usually did. My husband was his usual silent self – eating quickly then leaving to watch some sports on the TV. Ricky and I sat silently as well until we were almost done.

"Ricky, I hope you understand why we have to be careful. Your father would die if he knew what I had been doing and what had happened between us."

 "I'm sorry, Mom, but I have been dreaming for years of doing things like we have been doing lately. I feel like I've died and gone to heaven."

"Ricky, that's very sweet. But I can't understand why you have had this fixation on me."

"Mom, some of it is the fact that I guess I've had a thing for your legs since I was a little kid." 

He smiled. I laughed.

"Well, I assumed you outgrew that." 

Ricky laughed out loud. 

"Well, I guess you were wrong about that. I had forgotten that I used to feel your legs all the time when you were wearing nylons. But when you reminded me, it all came back I think. I've been watching your legs for so long – once I got another chance to touch them I was hooked."

"I think it's called an obsession. I think you are hooked."

"Well, if that's the way it has to be. I am glad to be hooked on you."

"I guess I'm getting hooked on you too. I love the attention I get from you and I love the way you make me feel. I love when you rub against me. I love when you grab me. I love when you touch me."

"Can I ask you something, Mom?"

"Of course, hon, you can always ask me anything."

"When I was rubbing myself on your legs, and I shot all over you, did you like that?"

"Oh, Ricky, that was the most wonderful thing that's happened to me in a long, long time. I loved it."

"Did you like it when you put some in your mouth?"

"Yes, Ricky, I loved that too."

He blushed.

"Did you like it when you were licking it from my fingers?"

"Oh, yes," I said, "that was great." 

I smiled. I think I knew where he was going with this.

"Did you like it when you were sucking on my fingers?" 

"Mmmmmm, I loved that, Ricky. It was very hot. Did you like that?"

"Oh, Mom, it was the sexiest thing ever." 

He blushed bright red. I went on – 

"That reminds me, Ricky, when I had your fingers in my mouth you started to say something. Something about you couldn't imagine how it would feel if – then you changed the subject. What were you thinking about?" 

 Obviously, I knew. I just wanted to hear him say it.

"I'm not sure, I really can't remember." 

He blushed even more. I kept on.

"Ricky, come on, I wasn't born yesterday, don't tell me you don't remember." 

He turned even brighter red. Then, to my surprise he started crying.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I shouldn't think of those things about you. I was thinking of what a blow job would feel like."

"Baby, It's okay, I knew what you were thinking. I did what I did to make you think of that. I just wanted to tease you a little by making you say it out loud to me. Come here, give me a hug." 

I laughed in spite of myself. Ricky stood up and walked towards me. I remained seated at the kitchen table and motioned him to come closer. I could hear my husband in the next room flipping through the newspaper. I pulled Ricky close to me so he was standing between my knees then reached around him and hugged him. My face was pressed against his stomach and chest as I spoke to him.

"I'm sorry I picked on you, Ricky, I guess I get a little carried away sometimes." 

 With that, I pulled back a bit, but reached out to take hold of the waist band of his gym shorts. I pulled the waistband out and down, exposing his stiffening cock. Leaning over, I kissed it gently on the head, then leaned back and released his shorts. I looked up at him and spoke softly.

"There, baby, something for you to think about." 

I knew I had some thinking to do myself.



Caught Ch. 05



"Ah. Oh. Oh yeah. Oh, Jim. This feels so great." Anna whimpered breathlessly. "I can see your really into this."

"Yum." I said briefly coming up for air.

"Keep doing it." Anna pushed my face back down between her legs. "Don't stop."

My wife sat on the sofa with her legs wide open while I knelt down on the floor in front of her and I dived back in and ate her pussy in earnest. My dick was incredibly hard. Eating her out was making me so hot I felt like was going to orgasm myself. 

"Yeah. Eat me." Anna said. "You love eating the pussy of a black cock slut, don't you? It excites you."

"Mmmm." I mumbled with my mouth firmly planted on her muff.

"Seeing your head between my legs looks hot and feels so good."

"Call me your cuckold, baby." I whispered between breaths.

"You want me to call you that?"

"Yes."

"Okay, honey. Eat me my cuckold."

"Mmmmmm."

"Yes. Yes. Oh, my cuck. This is so good."

"Yeah."

"Ooooh, my cuckold. Ohhhh."

I cannot overemphasis the passion of this moment. The emotions I felt, were like how you feel during and after a first kiss. I felt excitement, elation, and a feeling that something new and wonderful was beginning. That is what it felt like to eat my wife's pussy. Her crotch was hot and wet. My nostrils were full of her womanly aroma and the faint smell of her rose-scented body wash. Her body jerked and gyrated with every sweep of my tongue over the sensitive folds of her clit. It felt good to give her pleasure. The experience was highly erotic and rewarding to me. We both stared at each other, her looking down at me past her breasts, and me looking up from between her thighs. She bit her lower lip from the service my mouth gave her. She began massaging her breasts with one hand and pinching the tips of her hardening nipples. The sight of her body rolling up and down at the mercy of my tongue upon her sweet cunt made my dick so swollen with pulsing pleasure that it hurt. I loved eating her pussy. 

After some time she grasped my hair tightly and cried. "Oh yes. Yes. I'm having one."

Anna's body twisted on the sofa while I licked and tongued her clit. The muscles of her body tensed, relaxed and then her eyes rolled up in her head.

"It's a long one. Oooooohhhhh, Jim."

Anna began pounding her crotch into my face. I clung on to her hips with both hands and kept my mouth licking pussy the best that I could. I knew she hit a climax as her whole body began to shiver and then hold still. 

"Yes. Yes! You are such a good husband, Jim."

"You had one?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad. How was it?"

"It is different then being fucked, but real good anyway. Oh, I love you."

"I love you too, sweety. You got me so hot right now."

"I need to get you off too. Get on your feet, honey." Anna hopped off the sofa and knelt down on the floor. She put my dick in her mouth. It felt incredible. I nearly exploded right then and there feeling her lovely lips wrap around my swollen penis.

"Honey, that's good." I said as she moved my dick back and forth in her sweet face.

It made me happy to see her sucking my dick. I think we both needed to share and have a close sexual bond together, even if my dick wouldn't enter her pussy again. After a few strokes she took my dick out of her mouth and started stroking me very fast. She gazed excitedly at me with big bright eyes as she masturbated my dick. She looked as happy I felt as she watched me intently.

"You love seeing me make love to a black man, right?"

"Yes." I said with my dick on the edge of spurting.

"You love me, your little black cock slut wife, yes?"

"Yes. Yes, honey. Yes."

My body shook with pleasure as my wife jerked me off to orgasm. To my delight, Anna closed her eyes and let the sloppy mess shoot all over her face. She looked great with long strings of cum dripping off her cheeks, eyebrows and nose.

"What a mess." Anna said, peeking out from one eye. "But it was worth it."

"Yeah that was great." I said. "We have to do it again sometime."

"Excuse me? What are you talking about, honey?" Anna delicately wiped cum off her face with her fingers . "From now on you are eating my pussy every day."

I smiled. "Whatever you want, sweety."

"I'm glad you agree." Anna stood up and kissed me. "My sweet cuck."

-

My wife wasn't kidding when she told me she wanted me to eat her pussy everyday. My head was back between her legs and face down on her muff before we both went off to work the next morning. This new sexual development aroused both of us tremendously. She stood in the living room with her legs spread apart while down on my knees I ate her pussy.

"Gosh I love seeing you between my legs."

"Mmmmmm." Was all I could mumble with my mouth latched on to her pussy.

"It feels so good."

After I ate her to orgasm we switched places and she sucked my cock till I blew my wad into her mouth and face. That day she was late for work because she took a little longer cleaning up all the jizz I spewed over her.

At work she called me on the cell phone.

"Hi, honey. Thanks for this morning--I really needed it."

"Anytime baby." I replied.

"I want it again when I get home." Anna cooed.

And when she Anna back home from work she got it again. This time she sat on a velour loveseat in the living room with her legs stretched wide open. Again, I was on my knees with my head on her snatch, eating her pussy like it was an all you can eat buffet. I had a massive hard on the whole time I munched on her pussy. She squirmed and squeaked with delight as I brought her to orgasm. 

Later in the evening after supper she stripped off all her clothes, laid down on our bed and spread her legs wide open.

"Eat me." She invited.

This time I kissed her mouth. We shared a tender set of kisses, then I licked her breasts as I worked my way down to her pussy. For the next half-hour my head stayed between her thighs. She relished every minute of it, making a sound like a moaning laughter. Giving her so much pleasure made me very happy, I ate and licked her pussy with my tongue with single minded determination and made her cum three separate times. She expressed her enjoyment of this new situation with delighted cries as I brought her to the third orgasm.

"Oh yeah. You eat pussy good, cuck boy." She sighed with contentment.

"Mmmm, you are tasty." I said with my jaw tired.

"Okay, your turn. Lay back." She sat up and grabbed my hard dark.

I did as she asked and she stroked my dick with her hand until I came. It didn't take long. I was so hot and bothered that I had been hovering near climax for some time. After cleaning up we got back in bed and cuddled with each other.

"Having my pussy eaten is good way to pass the time while I wait for Antwan to get back." She snuggled with me. "I miss fucking him so much. Even though we can't have sex I can see there are still plenty of fun things for us to do together."

"So what is it you like about it me eating your pussy?" I asked out of curiosity. "I mean my tongue is smaller then my dick, how much pleasure can it possibly give you?"

Anna looked at me with a radiant smile. "I'm not sure. It's very stimulating feeling your tongue and it makes me feel empowered somehow."

"Empowered?"

"It's like I'm in control. It excites me to see you on your knees with your face in my crotch. And then it gives me a rush to whack or suck you off. " Anna pressed her warm soft body against mine. "It makes me happy that we can get each other off even if we don't have sex."

"I'm happy about that too. And I love that we hold each other in bed." I said pulling her closer to me.

"Me too, honey." Anna kissed my lips and then nestled her head against my shoulder. "I feel so close to you."

"By the way have you had a chance to talk to Antwan today?"

"Yes I did." Anna's eyes lit up at the mention of her black lover's name. "I told him I can't wait for him to come back and spend more time with me. He says he is thinking about me all day and bought me a gift; isn't he the sweetest guy."

"He's a good guy." I replied. "You haven't told him you are going to have sex with him exclusively yet?"

"No. Not yet. Let it be a surprise for when he gets back. I got so much to prepare. I want to shop for new clothes for work and also clothes to look nice for him when he gets back, I need new boots--ones with heels, I want to get some new perfume and some sexy lingerie."

"That reminds me of when we went shopping before your first date with Antwan."

"Yes. You can help me shop too, it should be fun. Well, good night, honey."

"Good night."

Later then night when it seemed Anna went to sleep I went to my study, turned on my computer and started watching the video I shot of Antwan and Anna's first time together. Watching my wife making love to a black man had been the most intense night of my life. Sitting in front of the computer I lowered my pants and masturbated to it. As I pleasured myself, I suddenly heard a creak behind me.

Anna was there with a glass of water, wearing only a sheer nightie and panties, watching me masturbate.

"I got up for a drink."

"I can see that." I said, feeling strangely embarrassed. I minimized the window with her sex video and began to pull up my pants.

"No. Don't stop." Anna said, placing her glass on a table and pulling up a seat next to me. "I would like you to continue. Just do what you would do if I weren't here. Please, honey."

"Ok I said." I still felt embarrassed but did as she asked.

I put the video back up and stroked my dick to the scene of my wife's interracial sexing. Anna watched me and began rubbing herself. Seeing her arousal made me more excited. My dick got super hard and the feeling of pleasure got more intense. 

"You are so obsessed with seeing me black fucked." Anna whispered. "Gawd, that makes me so wet."

"I get off watching this video of you with Antwan once sometimes two or three times every night" I said.

Anna lowered her panties and began intensely fingering herself.

"Sometimes I watch the other sex vids of you and Antwan and sometimes I just look at pictures of the two of you together." I said showing her their location on my computer with my free hand.

"Oh wow. You have all our sex pictures and vids so well organized." Anna said as she continued to rub herself.

"It's my new favorite hobby."

"What's in this folder?" Anna clicked on the folder with pictures I modified with hearts. "These are really cute I love them."

"I made them for fun."

"You need to make me copies for my computer. I like them."

"Sure."

Next, Anna opened the folder with my drawings. She looked at them with fascination. Anna spent the most time looking at the drawing I made of her in a wedding dress kissing Antwan at the conclusion of a wedding ceremony.

"These are really nice." Anna said. "Is this all that you think about?"

"Pretty much yes."

Anna smiled. "I think part of what makes sex with Antwan so great is seeing how much it turns you on."

"Sometimes I get off just looking at pictures of you. Like this one." I pulled up one of our wedding pictures where Anna looked stunning in a slim white wedding dress standing arm and arm next to me. "I love seeing you so beautiful on our wedding day and thinking about how this sweet young woman would become my black cock loving hot wife."

"Oh, honey. I love it." She said with approval.

We masturbated together for a few minutes. I jagged off to our wedding photo and she fingered herself to me masturbating. Together we shared an orgasm, then we cleaned and held hands as we went off to bed. We cuddled in bed. She fell asleep as I caressed her and I drifted off soon afterwards while I gazed at the shape of my wife's lovely, curvy body.

--

The following day Anna and I drove to a high-end mall. The main reason we were there was so Anna could shop for new clothes to impress Antwan with. Because of that everything Anna did was a major turn on for me. I often fell behind her as she browsed through the mall so I could admire the sway of her body as she walked. As I had observed before, she possessed a new outward sexiness and glow that projected from her ever she first had sex with a black man. The masculinity of Antwan's earnest lovemaking unlocked a previously subdued femininity in her and released a bold woman who felt confident in womanhood and her sexuality. People in the mall seemed to notice it too, as I caught many guys sneaking stares at her. She gave a very friendly smile to a young black salesman as she strolled through the perfume department, sampling scents and rubbing some on her wrists--and I was incredibly turned on.

When she stopped in the shoe section of the department store to look for heels, pumps and boots on--I was turned on again. I carried a shopping bag with the new perfume she bought while Anna made a thrilled shriek when she saw the latest shoes on display. She walked with a quick bounce over to them and examined them with hungry delight.

"Oh, Jim. This is what I need." Anna said with a sweet voice as her eyes gazed over a pair of black slingback mid-heel pumps.

Then she spotted a pair of anklestrap pumps and gasped. "Or these! I need them all."

I know plenty of guys who hate shopping with their wives and girlfriends. Even I used to at one point, but lately I had been looking it as another opportunity to admire my wife's beauty and sexiness. Anna looked amazingly hot sitting down trying different pumps while showing off her slim legs, covered with black pantyhose, under her black pleated flounce skirt. It aroused me to watch her slip shoes on and off her feet. What made it so hot for me? It all came back to me knowing that the lovely young wife trying shoes on in front of me was black cock slut. Thinking about how my pretty brunette wife, who was now intensely searching for the best shoes, had surrendered her body in front of me to a black man made me long to see her do it again. 

"Oooooooh, boots!" Anna cried after sending me to pay for the pumps she picked.

When I returned to her side she was busy trying on a pair of brown riding boots.

"I like these but I don't have anything that goes with them." Anna looked at me shyly. "Maybe I could buy a matching outfit today?"

I smiled. "Get anything you want today. We can afford a little splurge."

Anna's face lit up and I wanted to kiss her. As if she heard my thoughts, Anna jumped up and planted a sweet kiss on my lips.

"Thank you, baby. I will take the boots."

"Baby. I know you want to look good for Antwan so consider it my gift to you." 

"I do want to look good for Antwan. I'm glad you understand how special tomorrow is going to be. I want it to be perfect."

I was pretty sure my wife wasn't going to wear the brown riding boots tomorrow but it didn't matter. She was a shoe whore as well as a black cock whore. I just felt happy spending this time with Anna.

Seeing her shop for clothes, trying different skirts on and going in and out of the changing room--I continued to be turned on. Everywhere she went I thought--there goes my wife, a beautiful black cock slut. Who could have guessed this attractive young brunette wife was a total whore for black loving? It made me wonder as I scanned the mall and spotted other attractive young women shopping, how many other beautiful white women here were like her?

My excitement continued as I watched her using a store mirror while she tried on new clothes.

"Do you think Antwan will like this skirt on me?" Anna moved around to see herself from different angles.

"I think it looks great on you."

"I hope so. I want to look sexy for my man." Anna said as she posed in the mirror.

It surprised me that her words stung me a little, especially when she said: my man. Antwan was of course her man now. I was her husband--but not her man. That title was reserved the guy who fucked her pussy and that wasn't me anymore, it belong to a black man who taken my place in bed.

Later we went to a lingerie shop and bought some fancy and sexy under garments. I watched her model them in a private changing room and enjoyed every moment of watching her undress and try different outfits on.

After we were done shopping we went to a restaurant to eat. We looked like any other white couple enjoying lunch. We talked about normal things: the weather, work and politics. As we conversed I realized too that one of the things that really connected Anna and I together was how well we bonded on an mental level. The whole time we were there we said nothing about sex and just enjoyed each other's company.

As we finished our lunch we saw an interracial couple, a handsome young black man and an attractive young white woman take a seat at a booth nearby us. He was very athletic looking and clean cut and she had red hair, a slender figure and a bright smile. Together they both seemed really happy and excited so it was easy to tell they weren't just friends but were serious lovers. Anna smiled wistfully when she saw them and we exchanged a knowing grin as we got up and left. Once outside Anna pointed toward the restaurant and said:

"That was a cute interracial couple back there."

"I bet they get it on all day."

Anna took my arm and held on to me tightly as we walked to our car in the parking lot. "I think we are going to see more couples like that in the future."

I winked at her. "I also think there will be more couples like us to."

"Do you mean white couples where the wife has sex with a black man while the husband watches?"

"Yes."

"Oh yes." Anna said. "I'm sure more and more couples will be just like us as people become more open minded."

-

The next day I arranged to meet Antwan by myself at our house while Anna was out shopping. We didn't really need groceries, but she knew her being out was only to give me time to clear things with Antwan. 

Before he arrived I also took steps to make sure my wife's night with Antwan was extra special. I tossed rose pedals on our bed and lit several candles to give it an extra romantic look. The sheets were fresh and silk. I had also had a stereo in the room ready to play a medley of sexy make-out music that I knew both Anna and Antwan liked. It gave me a hard on just looking at all the preparations for my wife's big night with her black lover. 

Antwan sounded suspicious when I talked to him on the phone. He seemed to sense something was up but he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing. I assured him everything was cool and that I just wanted to chat with him a bit and give him a key to the house.

He showed up on time and we had beers after turning the television in the living room on to a cable sports channel. After some polite conversation about sports and the weather I got right to the point.

"Listen, Antwan." I started. "I wanted to let you that Anna and I talked about our situation and have come to a decision."

"Aight."

"We decided, with your consent of course, that you and Anna should become full time lovers. You will have a key to the house and you are welcome to come over whenever you want. You can be over here every night of the week if you choose and you can have as much sex with Anna as the two of you want."

"What about you? Ya'll okay with this." Antwan said with a disbelieving look on his face.

"Anna and I both feel the same way about it."

"So Anna we be fucking the both of us?"

"No."

"No?"

"Anna will only fuck you."

"Dayum. And you are okay with that? It don't bother you that I'm doing your woman and you can't?" Antwan shook his head.

"Honestly, I approve of it wholeheartedly."

Antwan smiled and took a deep swig from his beer. "I like that."

"Glad to hear it."

"It's cool bro, ya'll alright." Antwan extended his hand forward to me and we exchanged a handshake.

"I want to thank you for being so cool about all this." I told him after we shook hands. "Throughout everything you've been patient and a gentleman. You've never been too pushy and I really appreciate that."




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"Ain't nothing, man." Antwan laid back on the sofa. "I'm an easy going brother. I think what we got going works out great for everybody. I got the hots for Anna and she got the hots for me. We do our thing together and it is what it is. But I'm real see, I know she loves you. She doesn't want to leave you for me, not really."

I smiled. "Thanks Antwan. I really do love her."

"I know you do. I know. And I respect that. I'm happy she gonna keep doing the relationship thang with you. It's all good. I don't really want to spend all day with a woman. Sometimes I want to shoot hoops, or watch the game, or watch tv. Women, they always want to talk and shit, keep things neat, or just go do sumthin. The way I see it, you and I have a partnership. You take care of the lovey dovey homebody side of things that she needs and I take care of her sexual needs in bed and everyone is happy."

I nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

"Damn straight it's a plan." Antwan laughed. 

-

Anna walked in a short time later carrying two grocery bags while wearing a classic dark gray pinstripe skirt suit. My wife had an impeccable sense of style and always looked her best. Today was no exception. Under her knee length dress skirt she wore jet black stockings with black ankle strapped and closed toed three-inch heels.

"Hi Jim, honey. I'm home."

My wife placed the two grocery bags on the kitchen counter. I got up off the coach and walked over to greet her. She hugged me tightly and gave me a kiss on the lips. After she kissed me I nodded my head in Antwan's direction and she turned around and she saw that Antwan was here. Her eyes brightened, she smiled widely and I could just barely notice her tongue lick the top row of her teeth. My dick jumped in my pants as I watched my wife and Antwan's eyes meet and saw the sparks fly between them.

"Hello, Antwan." She said.

"Hey, suga."

"How was your trip?"

"It was good."

"You guys were talking?" She asked, biting her lip in a cute and nervous way.

"We did. And I told Antwan everything."

"So you know then?"Anna looked at Antwan with an expectant hopeful look.

"Yup." He said as he stood up from the living room sofa. "Jim said you want to start having sex with only me."

Still in my arms Anna looked cautiously at me with her beautiful brown eyes: "Are you sure you are ok with this, baby?"

"How many times do I have to tell you before you get it: I love it." I held her tightly in my arms, kissed her and then turned Anna around to face Antwan. "Go to him, baby."

I felt her warm and soft body against mine for one lovely second. The heat from her was arousing and intoxicating. I relished the sensation of pressing against my wife's body, then gently I pushed her forward and watched her step away from me and towards Antwan. This was the moment I both dreaded and longed for. My wife and I had been so intimate the last few days. I had enjoyed the time alone we shared. Part of me didn't want to let go, but that part of me was overwhelmed by the incredible desire to see my wife with a black man. It was as unstoppable for me to release Anna as it was for her to go to him. The decision was no longer ours to make. The balance of sexual power now leaned entirely toward Antwan. She had to surrender to him. He had become the dominant male. I began to feel like we had been playing parts in an elaborate mating ritual, where the rights to sex with my wife had been passed away from me. Anna remained my wife, but she belonged sexually to another man, a black man. That had become the new dynamic in our relationship and all the parties involved had approved.

Anna looked awesome from behind. My wife was a fit and attractive young white woman dressed sharply in her professional skirt suit. Her slender waist accentuated the curve of her female form. Her rear end looked delectable as it swayed back and forth with every step she took to her black lover, her new mate. She turned around once and winked at me. How happy she looked! Her face beamed with excitement, and without words she sent me a message moving only her mouth.

Off her lips I read: "I love you."

"I love you too." I replied silently.

Then Anna turned her back on me. She turned away from me to face Antwan in front of her. I moved around them to see better. She smiled with delight and leaned up, my heart started to beat faster, and their lips touched. 

They began to kiss..

Maybe it was the emotion of the moment, but it felt like seeing my wife kiss a black man for the first time all over again. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders. He put his hands on her hips. Their bodies pressed close, pulled together by irresistible sexual attraction . She reached up, her hands moving up from his shoulders to cup his face, as he leaned down. His hands wrapped around her back. Their lips met, gently at first and then with increasing intensity as passionate reunion of interracial lover continued. One of her feet, resting attractively in a black heel, began to twist on the floor with pleasure. My ears were soon treated to the delightful sound of Anna's sweet moans as hers and Antwan's mouth wrestled with each other. She never moaned that way when I kissed her. This ecstacy was something she could only obtain through Antwan. I marveled at how delicate Anna looked in his arms and against his large muscular body. 

While they kissed I had slowly moved toward where I left one of my digital cameras in the living room. I had left it prepared for just this occasion. By now, Antwan and my wife were accustomed to me snapping pictures of them together that it was just white noise in the background to them and they ignored it.

The hard on in my pants throbbed like crazy as I watched the two lover's heads move side to side as their hungry kiss continued. I couldn't get over how sexy Anna looked kissing him in her skirt suit. Still holding each other, they pulled back from their wonderful kiss to look at each other. Both Anna and Antwan exchanged huge smiles that I couldn't help thinking were so natural and happy.

"You don't know how much I've been thinking of you." Anna said.

"I've been thinking of you too." Antwan reached into his pockets and pulled out a small box.

Anna's eyes and smile widened with delight. "You bought me a present?"

"Yeah." He shrugged.

"You are too sweet!"

"I saw this at the mall and thought of you." Antwan said.

Anna opened the box and then squealed with delight as she pulled out a slim gold necklace with a heart shaped jewel pendent.

"Oh, it is beautiful!" My wife said with her face glowing at Antwan.

"Here let me put it on you."

"Yes, please."

I watched Anna turn around, a bright smile illuminating her face, and hold still. There was something incredibly sexy about watching them as Antwan put the necklace on her. I took many pictures of the event that I was sure I would later masturbate to a dozen times. It was symbolic of the growing bond between my wife and her black lover. Anna was becoming more and more Antwan's woman in ways beyond just the physical. Anna glanced briefly at me with excited eyes. She looked happy and I was excited for her. When Antwan finished attaching it he gently kissed her neck. The sight of his dark lips on her tan neck looked exquisite. I captured every moment of it with a few clicks of my camera. She moaned softly as she received his kiss, her shoulder lifted and titled toward him as her eyes closed with pleasure. She turned back toward him, eyes glinting with happiness and her hand on her present.

"Thank you so much, Antwan."

He looked slightly embarrassed with her thanks. "Your welcome, suga. I'm just glad you like it."

"Like it? Baby, I love it. I'm going to cherish this always." My wife then kissed his black lips gently and with much love and tenderness.

My dick hardened, throbbed and hurt with excitement as I watched Anna and Antwan share this wonderful loving moment.

"I want you to take me." Anna said when their lips parted

Antwan smiled. "So you gonna only have sex with me now?"

"Only you."

"You don't want to fuck your husband anymore?" Antwan said, never taking his eyes off her.

Anna gazed into his eyes. "Nope."

"You are sure?"

Anna replied with a deep kiss while at the same time massaging his cock through his pants with one hand. After kissing him she looked lovingly into his eyes.

"I only want you inside me." My wife told him. "This is the way Jim and I want it, but especially the way I want it."

"So no more sex with hubbie?" Antwan asked.

"No, baby. Only you."

"And I can be here whenever I want and do you whenever I want?"

"Yes, baby. I hope you stay and fuck me every night."

"I plan to be here a lot."

Anna smiled. "I want you here in my bed and your black cock in my white pussy."

My wife and Antwan's body pressed forward into each other and they kissed again. The moment seemed to last forever. Anna lifted her left leg and rubbed it up and down the side of Antwan's body as they locked lips. I could hear her coo with delight as his hands caressed her body all over her back, hips and ass. I couldn't get over how beautiful they looked together.

"Wow. That was good." Anna said when they finished.

"Ready to fuck?"

"Oh yeah." She replied.

Hand in hand they ran up the stairs, laughing and giddy like two teenagers in love. I was reminded of the young interracial couple my wife and I had seen at the restaurant. My wife had the same wide beaming smile the young woman with her black boyfriend had. There was joy in the way she pranced upstairs, a joy for live and love that made my heart beat faster. Her joy became my joy. I caught the moment on my camera for later viewing. They entered the bedroom with their hand's clasped. She preceded him, pulling him along. She gasped with delighted surprise when she entered and saw the bed covered with rose petals and the room illuminated with candles.

"This is lovely, Jim. Thank you." She said to me and then yanked Antwan into the bedroom. "Get in here, loverboy."

After he followed her inside Anna leaped into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his back and her arms went around his neck as they kissed. It looked very good. I could see the joy of my wife's desire for Antwan in the eagerness with which she held him. They remained there for a minute, my wife kissing him in his arms like a new lover.

When he set her down, Anna began to undress slowly. I scuttled in behind them and took a position off to the side where I could view the action from the best angle. At the same I pushed the start button for the make out music. The music fit perfectly with the mood as my wife began to slowly strip for Antwan. I started to think that this was a new chapter in my new life. Another transformation of my role as a husband had begun to solidify. I was my wife's supporting cuckold in her pursuit for interracial union. My purpose was to facilitate the joining of my wife with her black lover. I whole heartedly embraced this goal.

"I've waited for you all week, baby." Anna said undoing the buttons of her suit jacket. "All week I've thought of your gorgeous black body driving me mad."

"I've thought of you too, suga." Antwan smiled and sat down on the bed to watch her strip. "I've been dreaming of this moment."

"You make me so horny and wet, baby." Anna freed the last button on her jacket and rubbed her hands down the side of her body.

Anna, with an intense look of passion in her face, threw off her suit jacket. Next she dropped her skirt, revealing a silky white slip underneath. Her eyes remained fixed with lust on Antwan. She swayed her hips side to side for him while her slender hands worked her hardening breasts.

All I could think of was that I was the luckiest man in the world. The scene in front of me was blowing my mind it was so hot. How many guys get to watch their beautiful wife stripping for another man who she is about to make love to? If they knew how good it I'm sure there would be more. My dick was throbbing uncontrollably. I kept thinking to myself: I'm never going to put my penis into that beautiful woman again. She doesn't want it from me. She wants it from a black man. I had seen her make love to Antwan before, but it was different this time. This was the first time after our arrangement. With a cute wink she lowered her slip to reveal the lacy pink lingerie she and I bought at the mall. Antwan grinned in appreciation.

"Do you like what you see baby?" My wife asked.

"I love what I see, suga."

"I bought it just for you."

"Baby, I like."

Her blouse came off and then her bra. Her breasts came out, perky and excited; Antwan cupped them in his hands. How incredibly sexy her white breasts looked held by his black hands. His mouth opened wide and he covered each nipple with kisses.

"Ohhhh, Antwan."

Anna reveled in the attention Antwan gave her breasts. She rubbed them into his face and then turned around, presenting her gorgeous bottom to him. He he slipped off her lingerie panties. His hands ran down her legs as he removed them and she cooed with delight. When at last she was naked she helped him out with her shirt and pulled down his pants. As his naked black body was exposed to her she sighed with pleasure. She ran her hands over his muscular chest and across his strong body. I watched her amorously kiss and lick his chest.

"I love your body, Antwan. You're so sexy I can't stand it." 

My wife looked extremely happy. I could see a new twinkle in her eyes. A twinkle that said: I'm only yours now. She pulled off his underwear and gazed lovingly at his enlarged black penis. What followed was a kiss, on his dick. She lavished kisses all over his black member. I took many pictures as my wife savored the taste of black cock in her mouth. Anna marveled at his stiff black erection, the phallus that had given her so much pleasure in the past, and the only one she would permit to enter the hot and wet folds of her white pussy.

She stared and adoringly rubbed Antwan's cock up and down "This is so beautiful."

"You are beautiful. I can't wait to stuff it into your tight pussy."

"Yes, baby. I want you there."

Without another word she pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. They kissed for some time. How exciting it was to see my way pour out so much passion and sexual energy in the manner that she kissed him. I took one photo after another of them, mouth locked on mouth, kissing each other with more passion and longing then I ever had with my wife. This was not a gentle kiss, but the kiss of a virile man and fertile woman madly in lust whose passion drove them together to seek sexual satisfaction in each other's body. They were young, hot and needed to fuck each other. The explosive sexuality of my wife with her black lover awed and even intimidated me. How did I ever dare to try and satisfy this woman through sex. She deserved better and I felt happy and privileged to see their lovemaking. I began to feel sorry for those husbands who jealousy watch their wife for infidelity. They don't know what they are missing. Watching my making out with a black guy was a simply awesome experience to me. After they rolled around the bed kissing each other, Antwan stood up, turned her around and bent her over the bed. 

Anna cooperated with him. "Oh Antwan, baby. Yeah, do me from behind."

Her cute ass stuck up in the air as she leaned down on the bed. Her long smooth legs looked sexy spread open. She playfully wiggled her bottom at Antwan, presenting herself as ready to accept him. Antwan rubbed his throbbing manhood on her ass. Anna's clit looked moist, already wet from anticipation of Antwan's entry into her. With my camera I caught the action as Antwan grabbed my wife's slender hips, pressed the fat knob of his black cock against the delicate folds of my wife's clit and pushed them aside as he thrust himself into her welcoming pussy. 

"Ooooh my gawd." She said. "So good." 

He pushed slowly into her. It had been awhile since the last time they made love. Enthralled by what was happening, I focused on my wife's face, and watched her expressions. Anna's eyes went wide and searched behind her, trying to catch a glimpse of the black meat that was stretching her love hole. Her mouth dropped open as the black cock's invasion into her pussy began and then suddenly she grimaced. Sometimes her face would wince with pain, bite her lower lip, gaze back lovingly and whisper: "Easy, baby."

"I won't hurt you, suga." Antwan said as he pumped my wife's behind forward and back with a lustful determination.

"Oh please, baby. It's so good but go easy." She cried.

I could read surprise, pain, excitement and finally pleasure as Antwan buried himself into my wife. The pain of her pussy stretching was receding and being replaced with the pleasure of being full of black cock. Gradually a smug wanton smile emerged on Anna's face. 

"Fuck yeah." Anna screamed.

"So tight."

"Do me, baby. Do me like a slut."

It took several strokes before Antwan had his black cock all the way inside her. I could only imagine the pleasure he must be giving Anna as she began to whimper uncontrollably. Each time he pressed his hips against her, he pushed deeper and deeper, until finally his large black balls slapped against her skin.

"Ahhhh, yes." Both Antwan and Anna moaned as they mated.

Anna crawled forward and Antwan moved with her, their bodies never breaking the connection between their groins. I felt a little sting watching Antwan climb up on the bed, mount and screw my wife. For a brief moment I wanted to be the one screwing her, but it was clear only he could do a proper job of it. If I could do what he could do to my wife then I wouldn't be watching him doing her. She looked happy and satisfied. The sight of Antwan's muscular black body mounting my sweet little wife's white body gave me crazy pleasure. 

"That black cock feels so good."

"Tell me you love it, suga."

"I do. I do."

"Tell me."

"I love black cock. You are the only man for me, Antwan."

"Say it again."

"You are the only man for me, Antwan." My wife obediently replied. "My pussy is yours."

"You are damn right it is."

"Only yours. Take it, baby. It's yours."

What a moment. Hearing my wife dedicate her pussy to him like that made me lose my composure. It looked so hot I was dripping pre-cum out of my dick just watching the action. I would recommend it again and again to any man to watch your wife get fucked doggy style by a hung black man. I put down my camera and took out one of my video cameras and began recording the scene. I carried the video camera over to the side of the bed and took a close up of my wife's pretty face. The way her brown hair fell over sweaty brow as she rocked back and forth to his fucking looked adorable.

"How do you like it, baby?" I asked.

Anna laughed. "What the fuck do you thing? I love it."

"Tell me what is happening?"

"I'm being fucked."

"Who is fucking you?"

"My black lover." She whispered.

"How is it?"

"It's amazing...ah...his cock is so big inside of me."

My own enjoyment reached a point where I had to put the camera down and masturbate. I took a seat near the bed and just watched Antwan hump my wife into submission. My dick pulsed with pleasure watching my wife's slim white body at the mercy of her lover's muscular black body. His long dark cock disappeared into her rear end with a regular tempo. Every time he pumped his black cock into her white pussy he converted her more and more into his woman. She throughly loved it. Each stroke brought a whimper of enjoyment from her sweet face.

"Antwan, you give me so much pleasure." Anna said in a rapt voice.

"Yes, suga." He replied as he continued fucking from behind.

"My pussy belongs to you, Antwan." She said.




Caught Ch. 06



After Ricky left the kitchen, I sat at the table for quite a while. I knew things were getting perilously close to being out of hand. I also knew that I was more excited than I had been in a long, long time.

Tasting my son's cum had been quite an experience, and I had to admit I loved it. I still could feel his cock on my lips from when I kissed it lightly. I could imagine how it would have felt to do more than just kiss it.

I realized that it was getting a bit late and I had a few things to do before bed. As I walked through the family room on my way upstairs, my son called my name.

"Mom," he called, "did you still want me to help you with those things?"

I looked at him and saw the smile on his face. My husband did not look up from the paper he was reading, luckily, since I was not sure how to answer if he asked what "those things" were.

"Sounds like a plan," I said. 

Ricky followed me to the stairs and then walked up the stairs behind me. I could almost feel his eyes as he stared at my bottom. Then I felt his hand on my bottom.

"Helping your old Mom get up the stairs, Ricky? I think I can make it without you pushing me."

"I wasn't pushing, Mom," he said. "I was just checking out your cut-offs. They look about worn through."

"I'm glad you are so interested in my clothing," I said, laughing as we walked into my bedroom. "Which reminds me, we have to decide what I'll wear tomorrow."

"Too bad you can't wear what you're wearing now," he said. "You look so hot!"

I laughed. "I am sure they'd love that at work," I said. "These shorts are about to wear through and probably a little tight for me, although you probably noticed that already. And since I'm not wearing a bra, I might be a little too casual for them."

"Well, in my opinion," he said, " I don't think your shorts are too tight. They feel just right to me." And at that, he reached out and ran his hand along my bottom. He squeezed a little, and then started to slide his fingers inside.

"Ricky," I said, "whatever are you doing?"

"Just checking to see how tight they are," he answered. He slid his fingers farther inside the legs of my cut-offs– which were not too long to begin with. I could feel his fingers sliding closer and closer to my sex. I also could feel myself getting wet. I shivered.

"Oh, Ricky," I said. "I should not let you touch me the way you have been touching me and I definitely should not enjoy the way I feel when you touch me. I can't imagine any of your friends touch their mothers like this."

"Mom, trust me," he said, "none of the other guys have mothers who look like you. You are the only mom any of the guys think are hot. And you are hotter than any girls our own age."

"Probably none of their mothers let them help choose the clothes they'll wear either," I said with a smile. As I said this, Ricky continued to slide his finger under my shorts. I could feel my resolve melting by the second. 

I wondered if he could tell how wet I was becoming. He must have known, because his fingertips moved closer to my sex. My breath quickened as I felt his fingertips touch me, then move gently. I knew he was feeling my wetness. 

He shocked me. He removed his fingers from beneath my shorts and slid them into his mouth.

"MMMMMM," he said with a smile, "Mom, you taste wonderful!"

I knew I was blushing. "Ricky," I said, "I don't think that's the sort of thing a boy should be saying to his mother."

"Well, Mom," he said, " I could say something like that about you. Seems like I'm not the only one doing tasting today."

I knew I was really blushing at that. He was blushing too. I felt like I was getting closer and closer to that line.

Ricky slid his fingers back under my shorts. This time his fingertips moved quickly to my wetness. I moaned. I looked down at him and saw a bulge in the front of his shorts. I had reached that line – I crossed it.

I reached over and touched the bulge. Ricky gasped. At first, my touch was light and gentle. As his hips began to move slowly back and forth, I began to wrap my fingers around his cock.

Before I knew what I was doing, I began stroking his hard cock through his shorts. I loved the way his cock felt in my hand. He had recovered so nicely from his earlier orgasm and was so nice and hard.

Ricky closed his eyes as I began stroking him faster. As I stroked his cock, he began to slide his fingers deeper inside me. As his fingers slid in and out, I stroked him faster my hand keeping up with the movement of his fingers.

My knees were getting weak. I put my free arm around my son's neck while I continued to stroke him. This put my head almost on his shoulder as I leaned against him.

"Oh Ricky," I whispered in his ear, "I should make you stop, but this feels so good. You make me feel so good."

I felt an orgasm getting closer. I knew I was breathing into my son's ear and then I was sliding my tongue into his ear and sucking on his ear lobe. He moaned.

"Oh Mom," he whispered, "I'm going to cum." He moved his fingers faster, bring me closer to the edge.

I slid my hand into his shorts and took hold of his hot hard cock. It felt so big. I slid my fingers down his shaft and caressed his balls. They also felt hard and full of his cum. I moved my hand back along his shaft and wrapped my fingers around it. I began pumping him more forcefully. It was time for him to cum.

My son's hips began to move along with my stroking. He moaned louder. As his hips moved faster and faster, his fingers began thrusting into me faster and deeper. Then, he began to rub my clit with his thumb while his fingers worked. I felt my orgasm taking over.

I wrapped my arm more tightly as the orgasm hit me. "Oh Ricky, oh baby!," I moaned, "I'm cumming...I'm cumming!"

As I came, I squeezed his cock harder and stroked him faster. I felt his body stiffen and then his cock erupted. Stream after stream of his hot cum shot on my hand, along my wrist, and then the head of his cock showed above the waist band of his shorts and I felt his cum hit my chest, soaking my t-shirt.

I held him close until his spasms stopped. I could feel the last of his cum leaking onto my t-shirt and shorts. I removed my hand from inside his shorts. My hand and wrist were covered with my son's cum. I could not resist and licked his cum off my hand and wrist.

My son's fingers were still inside me and I knew they would be covered with my juices. I reached with my free hand and took his wrist. Slowly, I removed his fingers from inside me, savoring the pleasurable feelings. Lifting his hand, I took his fingers in my mouth and tasted myself. I then moved his fingers toward his mouth and he began to lick them and then suck them.

"Oh Mom," he said quietly, "you taste so good. That was amazing."

"You taste pretty good yourself, honey," I said. "You sure made a mess though," I said, laughing, "I'd better clean you up."

With that, I reached down and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I wiped my son's cum from my chest and stomach and then wiped him clean. My son seemed stunned as he stared at my naked breasts just a few inches in front of him.

"Go ahead, baby," I said, "kiss them. Suck on my nipples."

I didn't have to tell him twice. He leaned over and began kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples as I finished cleaning him. When I was done, I lifted his face to mine and kissed him. 



Caught Ch. 07



It was a strange situation, to say the least. My son and I were standing in my bedroom. I was wearing just my threadbare cutoffs, and I was naked from the waist up. My husband was downstairs reading the newspaper, I hoped. My son and I had just masturbated each other to orgasm - very nice orgasms, I must say. We tasted each other and ourselves. Our clothes were a mess.

"So, Ricky," I said, "we still have to decide what I'm going to wear tomorrow." I smiled. "I don't think your father would understand if he came in and saw us like this. I guess you'd better get an eyeful and help me pick out my outfit and go to your room."

"If it's the same to you, Mom," he said, "I'd rather have a mouthful." 

Ricky walked up to me and leaned over, taking a nipple in his mouth. As he sucked on my nipple, he took it between his teeth and applied some pressure. it was driving me crazy.

"Oh, Ricky," I said quietly, "I love that."

Ricky must have realized how much he was turning me on. He reached down and undid the snap on my jean shorts and then I felt him pulling the zipper down. He slid his hands inside my shorts and slid them over my bottom. As my shorts fell to my ankles, Ricky kneeled in front of me. I could feel my heart beating in my chest as he reached around me and grabbed my bottom, pulling me toward him. Then his tongue was inside me.

"I am going to cum again," I said as I reached down and pulled Ricky's head against my body. Luckily, I had another orgasm very quickly. The last thing we needed was for my husband to walk in and see us.

"Stop, baby," I said, "your father is just downstairs. We can't get caught like this. Please, Ricky, please stop." I gently pushed his head away.

"Sorry, Mom," he said, "you taste so good. I love how pretty you are there...all nice and smooth." He stood, pulled up my shorts, and fastened them.

"I'll keep myself nice and smooth for you, then," I said, "I'm glad you appreciate it. Now, what shall I wear tomorrow?"

Ricky went to my closet and looked at my clothes. He selected a gray silk blouse and a black pencil skirt. I recognized the skirt which came to about an inch above my knees.

"You have good taste, Ricky," I said, "that's a very professional looking outfit. Now, how about my lingerie?"

Ricky went to my dresser and looked through the drawers. He reached into my hosiery drawer and took out a pair of dark gray thigh highs.

"Here you go," he said.

"That's it, Ricky?" I asked. "What about a bra and panties?"

"Well, Mom," he said, "you have perfect breasts and I don't think you need to wear a bra. And I like the thought of you not wearing panties. It's very sexy."

I smiled at his comment. I enjoyed knowing my son found me sexy. Maybe it was wrong, but I loved the way I felt when he said things like that. Not to mention when he did things.

"I can't go to work bare-legged," I said, and opened my hosiery drawer to find a pair of pantyhose. I pulled out a pair of sheer black pantyhose, but Ricky took them from my hand and gave me the thigh high stockings.

"I think you should wear stockings tomorrow," he said. "They are much sexier, especially when you are getting out of your car. We all think so." He smiled.

"You enjoy your friends looking at me, don't you?" I asked.

"I really do," he said, "it is really exciting. Just the thought of them seeing you and looking at you gets me excited."

"Apparently," I said, looking at the growing tent in the front of his shorts. In spite of myself, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his growing erection. I could feel its heat though the thin material of his gym shorts. I lightly stroked him as he grew. Ricky moaned.

"Oh mom," he said softly, "that feels so good. Could you do one thing for me before I go to my room?"

"What's that, sweetie?" I asked, still stroking him.

"Could you kiss it like you did before?" he asked. I looked at him and saw how red his face was.

I kneeled in front of my son and pulled his shorts down enough to expose the head of his cock. It looks wonderful I said to myself.

I gently kissed the tip then I opened my mouth so I could lick it a little. All of a sudden, Ricky's hands dropped to the back of my head. His fingers were tangled in my hair as he pulled my head forward. In shock, my mouth opened a little wider and he pushed his hard cock into my mouth.

I was shocked, but not too shocked to enjoy the feeling of a nice hard cock in my mouth. I put my hands on my son's hips and pushed him away, but then I pulled him back. After a few pushes and pulls, my son got the idea and began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth. Before too long, I felt his body tense and on his next inward push I felt him begin to cum.

My son had cum only a short while before, but he seemed to have great recuperative powers. It felt like a full cup of his cum was shot into my mouth. I was able to swallow it all and then sucked his cock a little longer for good measure. He pulled his cock from my mouth.

"Mom," he said in a quavering voice, "I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

I looked at him sharply. "Ricky," I said, "you have to give a girl some warning. I have had a few cocks in my mouth, so I wasn't too surprised, but some girls are not very experienced and they may not like that. Next time, we will have to take it slower."

"Next time?"he asked. "There will be a next time?"

"I am sure there will be," I said, "I am sure there will be."

My son smiled, then turned and left the room. I thought of my husband sitting downstairs and decided I had better get downstairs before he came up. 

I had to clean myself before going downstairs. Walking naked into the bathroom, I took a washcloth and used warm water to wash myself. My thighs were covered with my own juices, compliments of my son bringing me to orgasm with his fingers. My stomach and chest was covered in the remains of his cum. I enjoyed the feeling of the warm washcloth moving gently between my legs and over my stomach and breasts. I felt my excitement growing again, but realized I had to get back downstairs. I finished cleaning myself, put on a pair of bikini panties and a long t-shirt and went down to watch television with my husband.

It was an interesting time, sitting in the family room with my husband, the taste of our son's semen in my mouth and the memory of his fingers inside me fresh in my mind. I know I had a smile on my face and wondered what I would say if my husband asked what I was smiling about. Suddenly, I had an idea.

I got up and walked to where my husband was sitting. I knelt in front of him, pushing his legs apart as I did so.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "Ricky is upstairs." He began looking over his shoulder at the stairs.

"He's busy I am sure," I said. "Besides, we'll hear him he starts to come down."

With that, I unzipped his slacks and reached in to take his cock in my hand. 

His cock quickly hardened in my hand and I stroked him to make him even harder. I leaned over and took him in my mouth. First kissing the tip and then swallowing its length. As I did so, my husband reached out and grabbed my head, pushing me down on his cock. I almost laughed, thinking "like father, like son." 

As my head bobbed up and down, I looked up at my husband and saw that his eyes were closed and he was chewing on his lower lip. This was a sign that he was close to cumming. I loved watching his expression as he filled my mouth with his cum.

I began to work my husband's cock in and out of my mouth even more. As I looked up to see his expression, I noticed movement behind him. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I saw my son standing in the doorway watching me suck his father's cock.

As I continued sucking, I reached out with my hand and tried to wave him away. I was desperately afraid his father would realize he was there. I am not sure if Ricky misinterpreted my signal or if he just ignored it. Rather than move away, he moved closer. As he moved, he pulled his cock from his shorts and began to stroke it. As he stroked, it grew and became hard. 

I could not take my eyes off my son's cock. Having just made him cum by hand and by sucking, I had become quite fixated on it. 

The sight of my son stroking as I sucked his father excited me. The more excited I became, the more aggressive my sucking became. The more aggressive I became, the more forcefully my husband pushed my head up and down on his cock. I became more excited and slid my hand inside my panties and began to touch myself. I could tell my husband was close to cumming and he began to hold my head down and lift his hips. That pushed me over the edge and I had another orgasm. I looked at my son and saw him with a tight grip on his cock and realized he was cumming too. Then my husband exploded into my mouth.

Ricky quietly moved away as his father filled my mouth. Luckily, he was out of the room and up the stairs without his father noticing. My husband sat there with his eyes closed for a few minutes, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. I stood and heard our son walking down the stairs, this time making noise so we could hear him. I walked up to him and smiled. 

He held out his hand, palm up. I looked into it and saw a few spoonfuls of liquid and realized it was his cum. I took his hand and lifted it to my lips. I licked it all up.

Standing only a few feet behind my husband, who was paying no attention to us, our son slid his hand under my t-shirt, into my panties, and into me. His boldness excited me. I knew I was still wet and, when he removed his fingers, he slid them into his mouth and tasted me again.

It had been quite a few years since I had sucked my husband's cock while I could still taste the cum of a man I had sucked earlier the same day, I had a feeling that it would not be the last time, or that it would be so long until the next time.