5 comments/ 105640 views/ 9 favorites The Convention Ch. 01 By: kandie Deana sat looking at her computer screen, her mind drifting back several months to the first night she worked as a well-paid whore. She was well seasoned now with a lot of experience about men. Her current fetish was black men. Their big cocks made her tremble with lusty desires. They all came to her for one thing; her hot, shaved, white pussy. Once the word got around that she was married, Deana became very popular with the older men. She looked over at the sofa where her friend Lucy was sleeping. Together they have worked as personal escorts, if you know what I mean. Why not, they had to pay their bills. Deana personally had more than a hundred thousand dollars in her private account. If her husband John ever found out, there would be hell to pay. Deana loved him dearly, but had to find a way in the future where she could tell him about the money. Maybe she could tell him that an Aunt left her the cash. After all, he'd want to know everything. It was just the way he was However, Deana had a friend that only cared about her, and not the money. He was as kinky as her. She remembered their last encounter, and crossed her legs when feeling the warmth coming from her pussy. They must have fucked for hours. She'd been seeing him regularly. His name was Phred. He was six foot-seven and built like a brick house. Deana practically treated him like her own sex slave. There wasn't a day that went by when Phred didn't call her. She started seeing him outside the service until she quit working as an escort. Deana had become Phred's personal girlfriend. She'd like to say she wasn't romantically involved with this man but she was. Deana couldn't explain it but there was something that attracted her to him, maybe it was his long cock, or the way he treated her. Oh fuck, Deana never saw such a huge cock on a human being before when she saw Phred for the first time. She remembered the first night with him and how he was so gentle with her. It wasn't in her plans, but she fell for him, hook, line and sinker! Phred talked Deana into quitting her job with the escort agency saying he could care for her, and when they fucked, he would pay her twice as much as the others would. He even talked her into bringing his girlfriend Lucy along. He loved threesomes. It was something Deana never did until that night she shared Phred with her. Oh God, it was awesome, and her clit quivered as she recalled the hot action in her mind. Deana glanced down at her watch. They'd be landing in Nashville in about thirty minutes. She had a smirk on her face thinking about her husband, He was flying in later on that night. The next four days would be spent having sexy fun with conventioneers at the Hyatt Regency. Unbeknownst to John, Phred was already at the hotel and Deana planned to have fun with both men at the same time. Deana quivered from head to toe, remembering the quick fuck before she had to catch her plane. Since Phred was already there, within a couple of hours she would be pinned under his naked body, with his big, black cock filling her pussy. She had a smirk on her face as she remembered her cell phone ringing once while Phred's muscular thighs banged into her upturned ass. She remembered how she struggled to reach the phone as Phred swayed his hips, stretching her pussy. When she was finally able to reach it, she had to work hard to flip it open as Phred banged her. It was John calling to tell her he loved her. She recalled how Phred tormented her by nibbling on her other ear as she replied to her husband. He had arched his hips in a way to make his cock slide along her clit. Her body shook trying not to cum as she spoke with her husband. Deana recalled telling John how much she loved him as Phred's cock spewed its thick, white potent seed deep inside her wanting cunt. She remembered feeling how hot it felt as she kissed the phone, and closed the flap ending the call. The cell phone fell down to the carpeted floor below as she encircled her arms around Phred's massive black shoulders. "Fuck me, you big black stud." Phred began hammering hard into her pussy again, making her cum before sending another hot load of potent African seed deep inside her fertile womb. After a few minutes, he rolled over, pulled Deana into his arms, and gave her one of his serious, grumpy looks. "When you going to learn not to answer that damn cell-phone when we're fucking?" "Damn it... Phred! That was my husband calling to tell me he loved me!" "Okay, I get it, but, I think he is a selfish bastard!" "Why?" "Because he doesn't know how good his wife is, in and out of bed. If you were my wife, I would treat you like a queen. I would also have Lucy be your own sex slave. I can tell by your look, it turns you on!" "Fuck yeah it does! I wish she was here right now, she would be cleaning my hot cunt." Phred got off the bed, grabbed her purse off the dresser, opened it and took out her birth control pills. He shook the little packet at her face saying, "We'll see how much you love him now, baby!" "Give them to me!" Deana struggled with him for several minutes trying to wrestle them away. However, he quickly punched them out then went into the bathroom and flushed them down the toilet. "Damn you Phred! Why did you do that? You know I don't have time to refill those before tomorrow." Phred smirked, winked, and wiggled his finger at her. "Come here baby-cakes!" "Fuck you!" "Aww now don't be that way doll, come here." "Why? Are you going to buy me another packet?" Phred reached out and pulled her into his arms. He pressed his wide black lips to hers and gave her a wet open mouth kiss. He then dropped the packet into the waste basket as he took and kissed her again, slithering his tongue deep inside her mouth. She eagerly accepted it. Phred broke the kiss to look her in the eyes. "My sweet white baby, aren't you glad I came to Nashville?" He pressed his lips back onto hers as their tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss. Deana came back out of her thoughts when she felt the stewardess touching her arm. She stretched and yawned. "Are we there yet?" "We have about fifteen minutes yet." "Okay, thanks." She then turned to her side, closed her eyes, and thought about Lucy, her hot, petite, sex slave. Lucy was only five foot tall, but had a lot of energy and sexual lust. She loved to please Deana. Her blue eyes and long black hair gave her the appearance of an Arabian woman, you know, the kind one might see in the tale of Arabian Nights. Deana's thought went back to last Saturday night. When just the two of them were in bed, Lucy had stripped, and then helped Deana out of her clothing. Next she laid her on the bed and began massaging every inch of her body, coming close to her pussy, but never touching it. "Oooooh Mistress, your skin feels like silk. I love making you feel good." "Mmmm, your hands feel divine honey, but you're not rubbing the most important part of me. My cunt is on fire!" "I know, I want you so fucking hot, that when I do touch it, you will climax so hard you will see stars." "Oh Fuck, touch it, ppplleeeaasse! I beg you, make me cum!" "Your wish is my command!" Lucy spread Deana's legs and dove into her pussy like a kitten with a bowl of milk, lapping and tonguing every inch of her mistress's shaved, drenched pussy. After a few minutes Lucy carefully spread the lips and let her tongue tantalize the hot-pink flesh. When she knew Deana couldn't stand it anymore, she shoved three fingers inside her pulsating hole as she sucked the clit. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkk, harder, deeper. Yes, just like that, mmmmmmm, eeeeeeeee, I am cumming!!!" Deana shook her head trying not to become so aroused she'd climax right then and there. She gathered her things, fastened her seatbelt and prepared for landing. She got off the plane, gathered her luggage, hailed a taxi, and headed toward the hotel. Deana then checked in, showed the bellboy her luggage, eyeing him up and down and wondering how good he was in bed. They then rode the elevator to the fifth floor, penthouse suite. Once they entered the room, she purposely rubbed the bellboy's body and then tipped him a twenty. "Thanks ma'm, by the way, my name is Barry. Is everything alright? If not, let me know what you need." "Everything's fine, have a good evening." Deana kicked off her shoes, headed for the kitchen area, and looked for a wine glass. After that she opened the refrigerator, grasped a bottle of Brandy, and poured herself a drink. She then went back into the bedroom, set the wine glass on the table by the bed, and laid down on the king-sized round bed. "Ummm, just right for fucking!" She fell asleep with dreams of the hot times she would be encountering during this adventure. John checked in, acquired his key, gathered his suitcase, and headed toward the penthouse suite. Once there he knocked, but no on answered. Thinking Deana was out for the moment, or maybe sleeping, he unlocked the door and carefully, quietly entered the room. When he saw Deana sleeping on the bed, a devilish grin crossed his face. He set his suitcase down by the dresser, kicked his shoes off and crept onto the bed. John moved his arms down and slid them around Deana's body. As his fingers caressed her hands, he noticed her wedding ring was missing. Deana realized that John was there, and nuzzled up against him. "Mmmmmm, hi darling, how was your flight?" "It was boring; I wish I could have come with you on yours. By the way doll, where is your wedding ring?" "I took them off on my way here." John pulled her close again saying. "You better make sure you got them, I wouldn't want you to lose that lovely diamond ring. I want the men we meet to see them on my pretty white blonde wife tomorrow." "I don't know what you're so upset about. The men are joining us for fun, and to fuck, I don't see what my wedding rings have to do with anything!" John pulled her closer and replied, "Stop questioning me, just wear them. You know I have friends telling the men at the convention about a sexy white wife on the prowl for black dick." Deana shivered with excitement and gave him little kisses around his face. "Ooooh, sounds like fun! " "By the way, I have someone I want you to meet while we are here." "What, you've already met some of the conventioneers?" She frowned and tried to hide her emotions. "Not really, a friend of mine told me he was coming to this convention." John kissed her passionately again while holding her tight in his arms. Their love for each other radiated between them. Ever since he left home, he could not get the thoughts of this encounter out of his mind, four days of fucking, and a fuck-fest you might say. Deana snuggled up into his arms and then suddenly remembered the missing birth control packet. Maybe she could call the doctor and tell him she lost them. She had an idea. She'd try to call his office and see if he could call in a prescription here in Nashville. She started to smile again as she figured it out. She snuggled up to John as her hand slide down the front of his trousers. Deana caressed the outline of his cock. "Mmm, someone is happy to see me." John led Deana to the bed and laid her down gently. He then began to strip while watching her tremble with desire. "You know you're going to get a good hard fucking, don't you, doll?" "Bring it on big boy, this hot cunt is on fire and ready to be fucked." In her mind, she was wondering how long the pill would last before she got pregnant. The Convention Ch. 02 My Name is John, I'm forty-four and my sexy, hot BBW wife Deana is forty-two. Our sex life is hot, and satisfying. However, lately we have been talking about adding some spice to our lives. One idea that we came up with has us both excited. I am planning on attending a convention in Nashville and, while there, we will have a few, hot, sexual encounters. My dick got so fucking hard when I thought of all the possibilities. My wife loved to dress provocatively, rarely wearing a bra, and went commando when we did go out. I might add she loved to flash men, and gave them a big thrill. Her breasts were just right, not so big; they sagged, but were more than enough to play with. She had a full figure with nice rounded hips, and sexy long legs completed a package that said, "Come fuck me." Deana was a hot, sexy, woman, and as much as I gave it to her, she always seemed to want more. She especially loved the feeling of my big cock deep inside her pussy, fucking her like a wild animal. Afterwards, I loved to taste her cum and mine, as my tongue cleaned her well-fucked tunnel. I had gotten to love the taste of her freshly fucked pussy, and lately I'd begun to wonder what it would be like to eat her after a strange man had filled her up with his sperm! I wasn't worried about her getting pregnant, as she used birth control. However, in the back of my mind, I wondered, "What would she do if I hid her birth control pills on this trip? What would she do if she got pregnant?" She didn't know it, but I had been fantasizing about seeing Deana with a black man. One night during sex, I mentioned it, asking if we could find such a man at the upcoming convention. Oh, my, God, she got more aroused than I ever saw her. "Ooooh fuck, baby, I'd love to fuck a well hung black man, especially if you were watching, or better yet joining in on the fun!" "Hot-damn baby, you're making my dick hard as steel! I have an idea, why don't you pretend that I'm that big, black stud, fucking your hot cunt!" "WOW is all I'm going to say." She climaxed three times before we were done making love. After that, every time we talked about our upcoming trip, I asked if she'd been thinking about what it would be like to have a black dick pumping her pussy... I could see the wheels turning. The night before our trip, we were fucking up a storm and I mentioned it to her again. This time she didn't say anything but her level of enthusiasm went sky high, and she fucked my brains out for over an hour that night. The day before the trip, we were finishing packing when I suggested that she bring her new, hot pink and black swimsuit. That way she could sit by the pool, entice the men, and start up a conversation with the kind of guy that we were looking for. I wanted to make sure we could get to know him and he was safe for our little encounter. Deana loved the idea but said she wasn't sure she would find the right kind of guy. I assured her that I would look too, and together, we would make this happen. The morning of our trip, we made wild, passionate love once more. Around nine a.m. the phone rang, as it turned out I had some last minute stuff to take care of at the office. Although disappointed we could not take the same flight to Nashville, I assured her, I would take the next shuttle, which was scheduled an hour and a half after hers. Since we got our tickets online there would be no long wait to purchase them at the airport. I kissed her goodbye and then drove to the office, while she took a taxi to the airport. She would call me when she arrived in Nashville. I took care of business, and was soon on my way to Nashville. All I could think about on the flight was a big, black stud pounding her pussy. I had to give myself a little pep talk so my dick would not spring into action. When I finally made it to the hotel, I inquired about our room number. I gathered my luggage without the assist of the bellboy, because I wanted to surprise Deana. After all, by that time, I was ready to fuck Deana's brains out. My plans for the moment deflated somewhat when she didn't answer the door when I knocked. However, I figured she was lying down after her flight and fell asleep. The wheels of my mind began turning, and I took my key, opened the door, and headed straight for the bed. There she was, lying in just her slip, positioned just right for my finger to awaken her desires. When she awoke, her whole body was ready to fuck. And we did too, for over an hour, with talk of a black man joining in on our hot action. I don't know about her, but that evening, thoughts of the encounter raged through my dreams. The next day, I told Deana I was going downstairs to check in to the convention. Most of that day would be spent getting the list of scheduled activities. Nothing else was supposed to happen until eight p.m. when there was an informal dinner to kick of the festivities. I told Deana that she could maybe go relax by the pool and put our plan into action. If I could, I would join her in a couple of hours. I really didn't expect too much to happen that day, except maybe making acquaintances with our kind of guy. On the other hand, when I joined Deana by the pool, I went weak in the knees and my dick began to swell. There she was, already talking to a tall, black man. When I walked up, he introduced himself as Phred, a professor at Vanderbilt University. As I joined in on the conversation, I sensed that there was something already going on between them. I noticed that her eyes kept wandering to the bulge in Phred's pants and I noticed that he was staring at her boobs that were straining the top of her wet swimsuit. As for my dick, it was straining the fabric of my suit. After a few minutes, I suggested that we move to a more private area of the pool, where would could sit and talk without interruption. To my surprise, Deana led the way with Phred staring at her sexy body all the while. She sat so that I was on one side of her and Phred on the other. It was clear that he liked Deana a lot. I shifted my gaze back toward her, and it appeared by her actions that she found Phred attractive too. I wondered if her crotch was still wet from pool-water, or if her hot, pink pussy lips were quivering with anticipation. It was then I realized that anyone looking could see her hard nipples through the thin fabric. Since it was her first encounter swinging, I was a little surprised that my wife seemed so turned on by this black guy. Had she already been fantasizing in private about, fucking a black guy? For a moment or two, I was lost in thought, daydreaming about what it would be like to see Phred's big, black cock banging away at my wife's pussy. I didn't hear her speak to me until Phred left the area, and I was able to clear my mind. I jumped when Deana touched my arm. When I looked into her face, her eyes were flashing with excitement. She hugged and kissed me, and then whispered in my ear, "Oh God, I want Phred to fuck me!" I flashed her one of my seductive, devilish smirks and asked, "How about we go to our room, strip off these suits and get in our private Jacuzzi for some hot, fucking fun!" I never saw that woman move so fast. The moment we were inside the door there was a flurry of hands and mouths as we removed our suits. As she groped my already aroused areas I thought, "God, that woman knows how to push my buttons!" I picked her up, carried her to the Jacuzzi, and helped her climbed into the water. I got in, and pulled Deana onto my lap. As our lips met, her pussy grabbed at my cock as it slid effortlessly into the well drenched hole. Her hips were bucking wildly and splashing water everywhere, urging me to fuck her like an animal. All of a sudden, she began talking, "Oh fuck, I cannot wait to have Phred's big, black cock plunging into my hot pussy!" I grabbed her by the waist and began to pump my cock madly. I loved the fact that my wife's lust was directed at the black guy we had envisioned. I could tell by the look on her face that she was fantasizing about him. We finished fucking on the bed, having wild unabashed sex for about an hour. Afterwards we lay next to each other, snuggling and calming down. We then decided it was time to get ready for dinner that evening. Deana was busy applying her makeup when the phone rang. I answered, "Hey, hello Phred, what's up?" "I was just wondering if the two of you would join me at my table to the kickoff dinner tonight." I paused, then turned and asked, "Deana, Phred wants to know if we all could sit at his table tonight?" I knew that seductive look where she blushed, smirked, and with an excited tone, loud enough for Phred to hear, answered, "Sure, why not! I would also love to sit on something else that's hard... and I'm not talking about the table." Phred must have understood quite well when he replied, "Well let me put it this way, since you both are swingers, I have this to say. Tell that sweet-sexy, big and beautiful baby, there will be time to sit on this hard dick after dinner, because I plan to have her for dessert!" I laughed and replied, "We both can enjoy her for dessert, you bring the whip cream, and I will bring the cherry!" Deana wore a short, frilly sundress, going commando underneath. After all, no one would know but us. I wore a golf shirt, Dockers, and silk shorts. We set the plan into action as we left the room and headed toward the banquet hall. We started looking around for Phred the moment we entered the dining area. As it was, he found us first and escorted us to his table. One that was located a little out of the way, in the farthest corner of the room. After some small conversation, I was really amazed on how my wife acted. Deana had only met Phred a few hours ago and I noticed she could hardly control her enthusiasm. While she spoke, her eyes met mine then his, and I saw her right hand began touching Phred's leg, moving slowly toward his crotch. I took the hint, scooted over closer to her, looked around, and then raised her dress up. An hour had passed when her eyes met mine. She winked and suggested, "John, why don't we go to our room and order dessert, that way we can talk privately?" I stretched, yawned and answered, "Why not? This dinner is kind of boring." Phred piped up, smirked and said, "What, no dessert?" Deana quickly responded, "Phred, I'm your dessert!" The Convention Ch. 03 Part 3 Kandy The three of them walked out of the restaurant. Deana brushed against Phred repeatedly and knew he was as excited as she was. She hoped he could sniff her aroused state as the sexual juices ran down her legs. When they entered the elevator, there was no one else on it. John turned toward her, winked, and placed his hand on her crotch and knew she was more than ready for some hot sex! He looked at Phred and said, "Check her out; she is not wearing any panties!" Phred swallowed hard, and tried to act like this was all new to him. He slid his hand up under Deana's dress. "Hot-Damn, you're drenched." She moved her legs apart and purred seductively as Phred's fingers tantalized her bush. When he slid his finger inside her hot hole she gasped, quivered and said, "Oh my God, finger-fuck me baby. Yes that's it, harder, ooooooooh fuck, I'm going to cum!" John noticed they were almost to the floor where their room was. He turned to his wife, kissed her deep, then whispered, "Let him finger your hot cunt baby, all the way to our room." Mmm, I like the way you think honey. I think I will raise my dress and really turn Phred on!" Phred gulped, trembled, and shifted his hard dick in his pants. "Baby, make sure we do not get into trouble with you flashing me. However, I must say, if you keep this up, I going to have to fuck you right there in that hallway!" The door opened, and an elderly couple was waiting for the elevator. Deana shifted her dress, winked at the old guy and got off the elevator. The older man winked and brushed up against her as he got on. After they got off, John looked around and said, "Well no one is in the hallway honey. Raise that dress and let Phred finger-fuck that pussy all the way to our room." She flashed his and Phred a seductive smile raised her dress, spread her legs and uttered, "Phred finger my hot cunt, make me cum!" Now how could Phred resist such a sweet temptation? In the back of his mind he wondered, "Is she thinking about birth control? I hope not because I want to make her pregnant this weekend." Deana's mind went back to the time when John began suggesting that she start fucking black men. The idea wasn't a turn-off to her. She had seen some black men at work and they were constantly hitting on her, but she always turned them down. She wasn't really looking for someone to have an affair with, it just happened, one night, right after the office Christmas party. Her husband had to work that evening, and was unable to attend. He suggested she go anyway. She was glad she did, the party was a blast. She was about to phone home for a ride when one of the black guys, named Phred, offered to take her home. She didn't see any harm in that, even if he was always bugging her, because wanted to make out with her. As it was, he lad her to his car, caressing her body every chance he got. Between the wine and soft caresses, Deana's body began to become very aroused. Phred opened the car door, she got in, and he went around and went into the driver's side. On the way home they laughed and talked about the party. Then Phred made his move. "Why don't you sit a little close to me Deana, that way I can hear your conversation better." She slid over, close enough to smell his cologne. She signed, shifted her soaked panties and then brushed up against him. "Is this better?" Phred winked, placed his arm around Deana, trembled, and answered, "Yes, much better. I hope I don't offend you, but you smell good, makes me want to eat you!" When she felt his arm go around her, she quivered all over, clean down to the center of her womanhood. Her clit screamed, "Touch me, oh fuck someone rub me now!" Phred felt her response and said, "Let me pull off this main road for a minute." Deana started to resist, but the wine, was making her say, "Yes, oh yes, take me, play with me, fuck my brains out!" " Please do, I want to talk to you, about something serious." Phred looked at her with wonder and puzzlement. What on earth was she trying to say? Was she going to reject his gestures? Once they were safely off the main road, he turned off the engine, and moved so he was looking into her eyes. "Now tell me doll, what's on that pretty mind?" Deana was too tipsy to think rationally and blurted out, "I was just wondering what would happen if you kissed me?" Phred laughed, put his arm around her shoulders, and drew her into his arms. He then placed his lips on Deana's. He kissed her deep and even slid his tongue into her mouth. She accepted his kiss and nervously put her hand on his crotch and felt an enormous cock swelling there. They kept kissing and getting aroused, beyond the point of turning back. Phred slowly maneuvered her legs apart and slid his hand up under her dress. Oh fuck, she was more than ready to screw. "Let's get away somewhere where we can fuck," With a million thoughts running through her garbled wine soaked brain, she replied, "Why not make sure the car is in a secluded spot so we can finish what we started." He moved behind the wheel, started the engine, and looked for an isolated place. When he saw a large grove of trees, his cock twitched as he pulled into the area. He shut off the car again, moved over toward her, and uttered, "Is this place ok?" She responded yes, and he almost swallowed his tongue when she raised her dress and removed her panties. "Like what you see, baby?" " Hot-damn, yes!" She pressed her lips against him hard, then uttered, "Fuck me!" He guided her into the back seat, and kissed her deep and hard as they laid down. Her kiss told him she was more than ready, to have this black man fucks that white cunt, deep and hard! She proceeded to straddle his lap and shoved her wanting pussy down, hard onto his cock. She purred in ecstasy as his cock gravitated against the walls of her vagina, growing harder with each thrust. His big, thick, long, charcoal black cock pulsated deep inside her. She held it inside her like a vice. It wasn't long until he spewed his seed deep inside her. Phred pushed her against the hallway wall, jolting her back to reality and roared, "I ought to fuck that hot cunt right here!" John interrupted him and suggested, "Let's go inside our room, then we can strip her and make her do what we want!" Phred nodded in agreement as John unlocked the door. Once they were inside the room, there was a flurry of hands, mouths, and clothing. John didn't bother to close the curtains, after all who would see them? He stripped and drooled as he watched Deana and Phred do the same. Phred's big, long black cock made John wonder if Deana could take it all, it looked to be about twelve inches and very wide. Deana licked her lips, shivered and with a shaky voice lied, "Oooh god, you're so fucking big! I don't know if I can take it all!" John climbed onto one side of the bed, and Phred the other, with Deana sandwiched between them. He looked at Phred and said, "Have your way with her man, and don't worry, she is on the pill." Phred positioned himself between her long, lovely legs and exclaimed, "I need to taste this sweet cunt, before I fuck it." As Phred zeroed in on her pussy, John concentrated on her large tits and succulent nipples. When Phred's lips crossed her swollen slit she shrieked, "Mmmmm, eat me baby!" She couldn't believe how good it felt to have John watch Phred making out with her. She just hoped when she admitted to having known Phred from work, John would not get too upset. She forgot the idea when she felt Phred rub his hard dick across her pussy. When he entered her, she loved the way it filled every nock and cranny of her pussy. Phred told her to spread her legs wide and guided his dick toward her pulsating hole. He sank it all the way down, grabbed her hips, and began rocking in a fucking motion. John had one boob in one hand, and his mouth attached to the other, suckling it like a baby. Holding it between his thick lips, chewing, and biting it just the way she liked. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and rolled her hips, while purring with sexual delight. Deana opened her eyes, looked down, and quivered when she saw her hairy pussy against his black belly. They fucked like that for several minutes, then Phred groaned, "Let's change positions; I want to fuck her doggy style!" He changed position as she moved up onto all fours. Phred rubbed his cock up and down her open pussy and ass. God did she feel wonderful. He watched John, who was sliding his hard dick into Deana's mouth, and exclaimed, "That's the way to do it, fuck her mouth, as I fuck her hot cunt!" Phred slid his cock inside her once more. Ooooh it felt so good to be filled completely with his large black cock. Holding her white ass cheeks he started grinding into her. In her mind she knew that since the first time they fucked, she just couldn't get enough of this black stud. She reached down, rubbing her pussy, and climaxed so hard she almost collapsed. She felt Phred tense up as John fucked her mouth hard bellowing, "Oooooooh shit, I'm going to blow my load down your sweet throat!" She sucked him harder and thrust her hips into Phred. Fucking and sucking each man with uninhibited lust. Phred rammed his cock deep, and began shooting his warm sperm inside her. "I hope this makes you pregnant, my pretty white whore!' When he dismounted, his semen ran from her open pussy and dripped down her legs. She just knew that she loved sex and the very idea of fucking a black man. What she didn't remember was that she didn't have any birth control pills to take, nor did she use a condom. As they all sat on the bed, calming down from the hot fuck session, John looked lovingly at his wife. "Did you enjoy yourself honey?" " Oooh god did I! I'll admit I love fucking black men!" John smirked, "Don't get upset now, because I have a serious question to ask?" Deana lowered her head and said to herself, "Here it comes, the truth, I hope John understands." " Okay, ask me, I will try to be calm, cool, and collected." " How long have you known Phred, now be honest, I promise not to blow my mind...even if I should." " I-- I-- met him at the boss's Christmas party." John frowned, felt like slapping her silly if his cock didn't just have one hell of a good fuck session. "And?" She could help but see the hurt in John's eyes. With tears streaming down her face, she replied, "I got drunk, he offered to drive me home, and one thing led to another and we fucked in his car. Oh God, I hope you don't get mad love. I never intended to hurt you." Phred looked hurt and rejected, lowered his head and added to the conversation. "Yeah man, she never intended to hurt you. I was the one who seduced her. Forgive me if I caused any problems." John pulled her into his arms. God, he hated to see her cry. "Now, calm down. Listen to me closely the two of you... Do you remember me suggesting you find a black man to fuck?" " Yes, I remember, and how much it affected our love life. I can recall you cumming in buckets." " Ok, then stop the tears, I am glad you found Phred. We can fuck and play with him all weekend." " Do you still want to look for other men, besides him?" " Hot-damn, no, he is just what I wanted in a black man. I am dying to see what else he can do to you." Phred almost swallowed his tongue; he now had his favorite fantasy come to life. Fucking a pretty white woman, with her husband joining in on the fun...his dick began to swell with excitement. All weekend, the three of them played and fucked in every position imaginable. In the following weeks, Deana went about her business as usual. It wasn't until after a month that she realized her period was late. She sat down on the bed, held her head in her hands, and sobbed, "What am I going to do?"