5 comments/ 29203 views/ 37 favorites Amber's Six Pics By: PenPal2001 They say that opposites attract. It's a cliché but it was certainly true for Larry and Amber Patterson. Amber was 23-years-old and was a fun-loving, beautiful blond, 5'5" tall with the figure of a fashion model. She never applied herself in school and became a waitress when she was 17. Larry was also 23 and was on the short side, just two inches taller than Amber. He was thin and not the least bit athletic, but he was highly intelligent and was a computer whiz. In fact, as young as he was, Larry made a good living as a well-paid I.T. expert at a major company. He also did some computer consulting on the side. After his I.T. career got underway, Larry was determined to break away from his overbearing mother and he bought a condominium apartment in a nice complex across town from his parents. He liked to eat out and one of his favorite restaurants was the bar and grille where Amber waited on tables. From the first time he saw her, Larry thought Amber was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was very friendly too. She learned early on that a big smile and some friendly chatter would lead to bigger tips. It certainly worked with Larry. Amber thought that Larry was cute in a puppy-dog sort of way. She became really fond of him as a customer because he was so polite and unassuming, different than the men she had dated. Plus he was a big tipper and was obviously successful. One night, as she cleared Larry's dirty plate off the table, Larry made a shy remark about how nice it would be if she could join him for dinner some time. Amber said it would be nice, and she would join him, if he would just ask her. Larry took the hint and invited Amber out to dinner on her next night off. A few days later, Larry arrived early at the weary one-bedroom rental apartment where Amber lived. Amber greeted Larry with a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek that he clumsily accepted. Larry was a perfect gentleman. Almost too perfect, opening her car door, pulling out her chair, and doting on her in every way. Amber wasn't accustomed to such polite treatment but she totally enjoyed it. Following their leisurely meal, Larry took Amber to the movies. It was still early when the film ended and Amber told Larry she would like to see his apartment. Entering Larry's comfortable condo, Amber told the truth when she said it was the nicest place she had ever seen. Seating herself on the leather sofa, Amber surprised Larry when she asked him if he had any weed. She was not too surprised when he said that he had never smoked anything, apologetically adding that he would gladly get her some marijuana if he knew where to buy it. Larry said that he did have two bottles of red wine, prompting Amber to say she would love to have a glass. After Larry brought two glasses of wine to the sofa, Amber took a couple of sips, then set her glass on the coffee table. Amber figured it was up to her to take the lead and she began to seriously make out with Larry on the sofa. She was the first to French kiss, noticing that Larry seemed a bit tentative at first, then he eagerly adapted to Amber's perfectly glossed lips and playful tongue. After several minutes of passionate kissing, Larry dared to put his hand on Amber's boob, squeezing lightly through her top and bra. Amber immediately sprang to her feet. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry," Larry pleaded. Amber laughed as she unbuttoned her blouse. "It's fine, Larry. I just want to get this fucking blouse and bra off so you can get to my tits!" Larry laughed too and he couldn't believe what was happening when Amber dropped her bra, showing him her perfectly proportioned breasts and inviting nipples, then sitting back down next to him on couch. The couple kissed again as Larry reached over to squeeze one of Amber's tits. "Oh, yeah Larry," Amber purred, "Squeeze them both. Suck on them. Milk me like a fucking cow!" Larry followed instructions, squeezing one tit while he sucked the nipple of the other, then switching sides to give both tits equal time. Amber just laid back and moaned as she gently swept her hands over Larry's head and face. After many minutes of receiving titty action, Amber eased Larry's head off her chest and motioned for him to stand up. As Larry stood facing Amber, who kept her seat on the couch, Amber unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and brought Larry's pants and underwear down to his knees in one motion. Larry then stepped out of his pants and presented his stiff penis to Amber at a height parallel to her face. Amber said nothing, but was not impressed with Larry's cock. It was about five inches long, fully erect and oozing precum, and was not very thick, maybe twice the size of his thumb. Amber leaned forward and kissed Larry's cock, then took it into her wet, warm, mouth. "Oh Amber," Larry moaned, "Oh that feels so good. Oh baby, I love it!" Amber increased her action, skillfully moving her mouth back and forth on his cock. Amber prided herself on being a talented cocksucker. She was a little too good for Larry, because after about two minutes she felt his cock stiffen and he started to grunt. Larry pulled his cock out of Amber's mouth just as he came, squirting his cum in her face. "Amber, I'm sorry!" Larry exclaimed. "I didn't mean to do that! Let me clean you up!" Larry ran off to the kitchen to grab a roll of paper towels, his softening penis flapping with every quick step. "It's okay," Amber said, "don't worry about it." When Larry got back to Amber he was surprised to see that she was wiping the cum off her cheek with her fingers, then licking them clean with her tongue. "Let me help you," Larry said as he gently blotted Amber's pretty face with a paper towel. Amber started to laugh and said, "You know, you could have just cum in my mouth!" "I wish I'd known that!" Larry said, laughing a bit himself. As Larry finished cleaning the jizz off Amber's face, she looked at him and said, "I can't believe I still have my skirt on." Larry sat down on the couch and hugged and snuggled with Amber, then said, "It'll be better next time." Amber thought to herself that it couldn't get much worse. She wanted her pussy to get fucked and it wasn't even touched. They spent a little more time on the couch, just making out. Larry couldn't quite determine whether he was actually tasting his cum in Amber's mouth. Eventually, Larry said that he had better get Amber home, so he handed her her top and bra and dressed himself, then drove her to her place. Before he kissed her goodnight, Larry asked Amber if they could go out again and she agreed to a second date, deciding she'd give Larry one more chance because he was such a nice guy. On their next date, Larry and Amber again returned to Larry's apartment. Their make-out session on the couch was a repeat of their first except that Amber only sucked Larry's dick for a minute before she stopped, not wanting Larry to cum too fast again. Amber then led Larry to his bedroom and quickly stripped off her clothes. The mere sight of Amber's beautiful naked body was almost enough to make Larry erupt. Amber pushed Larry onto the bed on his back and sat on his face. "Eat my pussy, Larry sweetie," Amber said softly. Even though Amber kept herself clean, Larry found the smell of her pussy a bit unpleasant. But, relying on the porno videos that he had seen, Larry extended his tongue and did his best to pleasure Amber, lapping at her pussy as if it were an ice cream cone. "Tickle my clitty, baby," Amber pleaded. Larry tried to do better, but when he was still not hitting Amber's button with his tongue she slipped her finger in between her pussy and Larry's mouth and began to rub herself. "Here, Larry," Amber whispered. "Lick me here." Larry then got the hang of it and started making progress. Amber allowed herself to fantasize that she was with her last boyfriend, who happened to be black, and she experienced a decent orgasm. She then eased herself off Larry's face, laid on her back, spread her legs, and said, "Now fuck me!" Larry's modest cock slid right into Amber's sopping pussy and he mechanically went up and down on her for a good three minutes before he could feel his orgasm building. "Do I need a condom? Larry asked breathlessly. Larry had a brand new box in his nightstand, just waiting for a night like this. "No," Amber said softly, "I'm on the pill. Go ahead and cum in me." She managed to hide her disappointment but had been hoping that Larry might last five minutes. Hearing Amber's words was all it took and Larry pushed his dick in as far as he could and squirted four streams into her pussy, moaning and grunting as he did. After their moderately successful interlude, Larry basked in the afterglow while Amber tried not to feel too disappointed. At least she got fucked and came, although she had to prompt her own orgasm. Larry couldn't believe his good fortune in having this beautiful, sexy woman in his bed. Larry wasn't stupid though, and it was very obvious to him that Amber was far more skilled and experienced in intercourse than he was. "You were amazing, Amber," Larry said quietly. "I can tell that you've had sex in the past. How many boyfriends have you been to bed with?" Amber told a little white lie, saying, "Oh, I've had a couple." Then, turning the tables on Larry - whom she could tell was inexperienced - Amber asked Larry, "How many have you had, loverboy?" Larry told a little white lie himself, echoing Amber's answer of "a couple." Actually, Larry figured that he was probably the oldest male virgin in town. Until that moment, anyway! He never dated much and was awkward around women. Everything that he knew about sex he had learned looking at porn sites on his computer. He satisfied himself by jerking off at his computer screen and developed the ability to make himself cum fairly quickly. He didn't know it at the time, but he was afflicting himself with a chronic case of premature ejaculation. Amber was certainly not a virgin, but she wasn't a slut or a nympho either. In the four years that she was sexually active, after losing her virginity in her senior year of high school, Amber had had nine lovers before Larry, four of them black. Amber estimated that she got fucked at least once a week, on the average, so in four years her lifetime "been fucked" total stood at well over 200. Amber actually preferred black guys over white and if she had ever teamed up with the right black guy she would have happily spent her life with him. But, she never did. Her last steady boyfriend was black and he was downright abusive, both verbally and physically. Amber had a high tolerance for pain, but after taking a beating that nearly sent her to the hospital, Amber broke up with the bully and swore off men, for the most part. That is until she met Larry. Larry and Amber continued to date. Larry lavished her with gifts and frequently surprised her with flowers. His thoughtfulness and generosity made up for his sexual "shortcomings", so to speak, and the couple fell in love. Larry's mother did not care much for Amber, mainly because she had tattoos and she peppered her speech with words such as "fuck" and "shit". Larry's mom referred to Amber as "that potty-mouth tattoo girl" until Larry put his foot down one day and insisted that she use Amber's given name. After several months of dating, Larry proposed and Amber immediately said "yes." Amber's mother was poorer than she was and her father's whereabouts were unknown, so Larry paid for their modest wedding and reception. Amber happily moved into Larry's nice condo. Larry bought her a BMW to drive and continued to treat her like his queen. They took exotic vacations and went on Caribbean cruises. Larry made plenty of money and Amber didn't have to work anymore, but she wanted to. Amber worked part time at the bar and grille, covering lunch and dinner shifts a few times a week when other servers called in sick, or whatever. The wages and tips she earned were hers to keep and spend any way she wanted. After a while, the couple decided to start a family, so Amber went off the pill. Their sex life improved a bit as they began to fuck more frequently and with a purpose. After a few months, Amber had still not conceived. They weren't too concerned about it and figured they would talk to fertility specialists if Amber wasn't pregnant by their second anniversary. Amber and Larry were very happy together, and except for their somewhat less-than-perfect love life, things could not have been better. The Pics Larry was elated when he learned that he had landed a lucrative consulting contract with a government agency. As a formality, he had to submit a ridiculously thorough bureaucratic application, and because Amber was listed as a partner in his consulting business, for tax purposes, some of the questions included her personal information. Larry needed some info, such as the date of her high school graduation. Amber was working a dinner shift at the restaurant. Rather than wait until she got home, Larry decided to gather the info himself. Amber kept a plastic file box in their bedroom closet with all her personal records and documents inside. Sitting on the closet floor, Larry opened the box and began looking for the items he needed. Larry quickly found Amber's high school diploma in a standard padded folder. He jotted down the date of her graduation, but as he closed the folder a white envelope fell out from behind the certificate. He opened the envelope and found a half-dozen photographs. What he saw in the six pictures would change their lives forever. The photos were of Amber, who appeared to be about 20-years-old, and a young man, about the same age. The young man was black. Really black. In the first picture, Amber and the guy were standing side-by-side, smiling for the camera. Larry could tell from a rustic pavilion in the background that the photo had been snapped at a lakeside park just outside of town. Amber wore a skimpy bikini. Her dark-skinned friend was bare-chested, wearing nothing but a baggy swim suit. Amber's arm was behind the guy and his arm was around her. His black hand was clearly visible grasping her tiny white waist. Larry got more excited when he viewed the second picture. Amber and the black guy were facing each other, embracing one another, and kissing! In the third photo, the guy was standing behind Amber, towering over her. His arms wrapped around her and his hands were each cupping one of her boobs through her bikini top. The fourth pic was very similar except that no bikini straps were visible on Amber's shoulders. She was topless and the guy's hands were each covering her bare breasts. They both had broad smiles on their faces. In the fifth photo, Amber and her beau were positioned the same, him standing behind her. One of her perky bare tits was visible, nipple and all. The other tit was again shielded by the guy's left hand. His right hand was inside her bikini bottom, touching her vagina! His fingers were scarcely visible through the clingy fabric that covered her private parts. Amber had a sly smile on her face, gazing at the camera. In the sixth photo, taken from a closer distance, the guy held up Amber's right wrist with one hand while he extended the index finger of his other hand, pointing to the tattoo she had on the underside of her forearm. The ink on the tattoo was dark and vivid. Larry had seen the tattoo a thousand times. He surmised that it must have been brand new when the picture was taken. The tattoo on Amber's forearm was that of the ancient symbols for male and female - two circles, one with an arrow pointing northeast, representing the male, the other with a cross at the base, and symbolizing the female. The circles were linked. The arrow on the male symbol pointed toward Amber's thumb. The cross on the female orb ended just short of her inner elbow crease. The male symbol was done in a thick dark line. The female symbol consisted of two thin lines with Amber's pale white skin showing in between. Larry had never paid as much attention to the tattoo before. Now he realized, for the first time, that the symbol with the arrow stood for a black guy and the female symbol represented a white girl, both symbols hooked together. Larry knew that his gorgeous young wife had had previous lovers, but he never knew, until that moment, that at least one of them was black! Larry gazed at the six pics for several minutes as an erection grew in his pants. He knew that he would want to look at the photos frequently, then came up with a solution. Larry took the pictures to his computer and scanned each one of them. Next, he copied, enlarged, enhanced and cropped them. He created a close-up of their smiling faces, another close-up of them kissing each other, two tight shots of the guy's hands cupping Amber's boobs, with and without her bikini top, an extreme close-up of the black hand fondling her pussy, and a close-up of the black hands above and below her forearm tattoo. Sitting at his computer, viewing the revealing pictures of his adorable wife, now safely stored in a hidden computer file, Larry reached into his pants to stroke his raging boner. He immediately had a tremendous orgasm and blew a huge cum load in his shorts. He knew that the pics would be his constant obsession from that point forward. Larry took the original six pics back to the bedroom closet and returned them to the hiding place where Amber had stored them. Tattoo Talk A couple weeks after Larry had discovered Amber's six pics, as they snuggled together on the couch, watching TV, Larry took Amber's right hand in his, turned it over, and gently stroked her forearm tattoo. "Whatever caused you to get this tattoo?" Larry asked her, smiling. "I guess it seemed like a good idea at the time, just like my other tattoos - the tramp stamp on my lower back and the dragon on my shoulder," Amber answered with a chuckle. "Well, it's the symbols for male and female," Larry said. "Was it a special guy you were dating who came up with the idea?" "He wasn't as special as you," Amber said with a smile. "Now I think of me and you whenever I see it. You should too." Amber wasn't really being honest. She thought back to her young black lover and how she told him she would always think of him whenever she glanced at her arm. In all the years since that black boyfriend took her to the tattoo parlor, not a day had gone by that Amber wasn't reminded of him when she saw the ink imbedded in her skin. She was a little dismayed when Larry persisted. "What kind of guy was it who made you want to mark yourself?" Larry asked quietly. "He was just some guy and I was just a kid!" Amber snapped back, hoping to end the conversation. "Don't get mad," Larry said. "I'm just curious, that's all. I mean, you never got a tattoo for little old me," Larry added, trying to be cute. "If you want me to tattoo 'Larry' across my tits I'll do it for you!" Amber almost shouted at him. "But you'll have to tattoo my name on your chest too. Otherwise, just think of us when you look at my arm!" "You'd look pretty trashy with 'Larry' on your boobs!" he laughed. "It is interesting, though, how the male symbol is done one way and the female symbol is different - one dark and one lighter." "That's just the way the tattoo artist chose to do it, honey," Amber said. "Now I don't want to talk about my stupid arm anymore!" Memories in Pictures It was a Saturday, a few days after Larry asked Amber about the tattoo that he had become obsessed with, believing it held the key to Amber's previous black-white relationship, which Larry found so erotic. Amber's Six Pics Amber said she was going to go to the mall and Larry opted to stay home and do some work on his computer. Larry kissed Amber goodbye and she headed toward the door. Larry went straight to the second bedroom/office and his computer, clicking open the hidden file where he kept the old pictures of Amber with her black boyfriend. Unbeknownst to him, Amber had doubled back to change purses. Larry was looking at the scanned photo of Amber and her boyfriend, pointing at her forearm tattoo. It filled his big computer screen. "What are you looking at?!" Amber shouted, causing Larry to jump out of his chair. "Where the hell did you get that picture?!" "It was in with your diploma," Larry answered nervously. "I needed your graduation date for the consulting contract and it just fell out." "I forgot I even had that picture," Amber said, more calmly. "I think there were some others. Did you see them all?" "There were six pictures, all of you and the black guy," Larry said. "That's why you were asking me about my tattoo," Amber said, holding out her arm where she and Larry could both see it. Amber then started getting a little nostalgic. "His name was Justin," Amber said. "We took that picture the day after he got me the tattoo. My friend Carrie wanted to try out her new camera and me and her and Justin went out to the lake so she could get some nature shots. Justin got a little frisky and Carrie took those pictures of us. I don't know why I even kept them." Amber smiled and continued, "I got the tattoo because Justin and I were going to be together forever, which turned out to be about a month. The tattoo was forever, though." "You never told me you had a black boyfriend," Larry said, looking Amber in the face and smiling. "You said you had a couple of boyfriends. Were they both black?" "Well, actually I had a couple more than a couple," Amber admitted with a sly smile. "Some were black and some were white. Does it bother you to know that your wife has been with black guys?" "No, no, not at all," Larry said. "Actually - don't think I'm weird - but it's kind of a turn-on, knowing you've been with blacks. I guess you probably had sex with them." Amber threw back her head and laughed. "Oh yeaah! Since you're so interested, they had big black cocks and we fucked a lot! I mean a whole lot!" Amber then saw the shocked look on Larry's face and decided she'd better cushion the blow to her hubby's ego. Wrapping her arm around Larry, Amber said sweetly, "But, that was a long time ago, honey. I never loved them like I love you. I love you and I love being your wife, and I always will." "I love you too," Larry said, pulling Amber close to kiss her lips. "But, if you ever wanted to have sex with a black guy again, you could tell me about it and it would be okay." "Oh my god!" Amber shouted. "Now that is weird! You tell me how much you love me, then two seconds later you say it would be okay for me to fuck a black guy!" "Well, it's not that weird," Larry said timidly. "If you look on the internet, it happens a lot. I just know that I'm not the best lover in the world - although I love having sex with you - and if you wanted to have one of those big black cocks again I would understand." "Okay," Amber said, shaking her head a bit. "I think it's time for me to go the mall." Amber gave Larry a quick peck on the lips and left, but all day long she couldn't get their conversation out of her head. She fought the thoughts she was then having about how nice it would be to get really well-fucked, for a change, with a big black cock filling and pounding her pussy. Meet Black Bart Amber was working a lunch shift at the restaurant one weekday. Business was fairly slow at that time. A tall, muscular and well-dressed black man came in and was seated at one of Amber's tables. Amber approached the man and asked if she could get him something to drink while he looked at the menu. "I think I know you," the man said to Amber. Amber thought to herself that the guy's pickup line was not too original. "No, I don't think so," Amber said with a smile. "I think I would remember you," she added, being just a little flirtatious for the sake of her tip. "Yeah, I do know you, sort of," the man continued. "You live in the Woodside Condos, apartment 304." Amber's jaw dropped open and the smile left her face. "What are you, mister, some sort of stalker? I'll call the police if you bother me!" "Whoa!" the man said smiling. "I'm not a stalker. I live in apartment 305. We're neighbors! I've seen you and your husband but I never had a chance to introduce myself. My name is Bart." Bart pulled out his wallet and showed Amber his driver's license, pointing to his address to put her mind at ease. Amber started laughing and apologized profusely, saying that she gets her share of weirdos trying to hit on her. "I'm sure you do," Bart told Amber. "You're a very attractive woman." Bart and Amber chatted for a few minutes, mostly about the condo complex. He mentioned that he was single and lived alone. Amber asked him if he knew of a good handyman because their garbage disposer was broken. "The disposer just hums. It doesn't spin or grind anymore," Amber said. "It's probably just jammed," Bart suggested. "I can probably unjam it with a broom handle. Knock on my door when you and your husband are home and I'll take a look at it." "That's great!" Amber said. "That'll give us all a chance to get acquainted. We don't really know any of the neighbors, well, not until now anyway!" Amber then took Bart's order and brought him his food and drink. He left her a 25 percent tip. Amber finished the lunch shift she was covering and drove home, arriving at about 3 pm. When Larry got home at 5:30 she already had dinner ready. She told Larry that she met their next door neighbor, Bart, waiting on him at the restaurant. She said he offered to look at their broken garbage disposer, so as soon as they finished dinner and cleaned the kitchen she was going to see if he was home and available. Amber walked next door and knocked on the door. "Howdy neighbor!" Bart said when he opened the door. "If you want me to check your disposer I'll be over in 10 minutes. Amber thanked Bart in advance and returned home to wait for him. He arrived in less than 10 minutes. Amber introduced Bart and Larry. Bart went straight to the kitchen and asked Amber if she had a broom. He took the broom handle, angled it at the disposer in the sink and gave it a couple of whacks. Then he flipped the switch and the disposer whirred like new. Amber and Larry both thanked Bart and invited him to sit with them in the living room. Amber suggested that Bart deserved a beer after doing all that hard work. Bart said he'd like a beer, so Amber grabbed three from the fridge. After talking for about an hour, Bart said he almost forgot that he brought them a little gift. "It's all I had handy, but it's some really good weed," Bart said as he pulled two joints from his shirt pocket. "Thanks, but no thanks," Larry said. "We don't smoke or do drugs." "Speak for yourself, dear," Amber said, grinning. "It's been a long time since I smoked any pot, but it sounds like a great idea right now!" Just as Larry was asking "are you sure you want to, honey?" Bart handed the joints to Amber. She put one on the coffee table and held the other between her fingers. Bart pulled a lighter from his pocket and flicked it in front of Amber's face. She held the joint between her lips and leaned in, accepting the light and inhaling deeply, then holding her breath. Larry stared at her, slack jawed, and Bart looked at her with a smile. Amber then exhaled the smoke from her lungs and passed the joint to Bart, who took two deep hits before he politely offered it to Larry. Larry waved it off and shook his head no. Bart then passed the joint back to Amber, who eagerly brought it back to her lips and took an even bigger drag of the pungent smoke before returning it to Bart. After Amber took her third hit, Bart said they should stop for now because three drags of the potent weed was usually plenty. Larry remarked that the smell reminded him of a rock concert he once attended. The three continued talking as Amber and Bart gradually felt the intoxicating effect sweep over them. "I can't believe you thought I was a stalker!" Bart said, breaking out in a loud and continuous laugh. "Well who else would know where I live?" Amber said as she began laughing uncontrollably herself. Amber and Bart laughed and laughed. Larry thought it was amusing at first, then the cackling began to annoy him. "What is so funny?" Larry asked loudly. "Am I missing the joke or something?" That caused Bart and Amber to laugh even harder. Larry was clearly the odd man out. When she finally regained some composure, Amber smiled and said to Larry, "Everything is funny when you're stoned, honey, and I'm as high as a fucking kite right now!" Amber and Bart laughed out loud some more and Larry chuckled along with them, just to be sociable. Then, there was quiet. Larry looked at his glassy-eyed wife and thought to himself that he might be able to get her to screw Bart. They sure seemed to hit it off. Larry knew at that moment that he really wanted to see Amber getting fucked by a big black cock. Amber stared off into space, enjoying her buzz, and thought to herself that Bart probably has a really big cock. She would fuck him in a heartbeat if she wasn't worried about wrecking her marriage. Bart stared at Amber and thought to himself that he was definitely going to fuck her - not tonight but sometime soon. After a few more minutes, Bart said it was time for him to go. He shook Larry's hand and gave Amber a friendly hug and kiss on her cheek. Seeing Amber touching a black guy, even though it was brief and innocent, got Larry a little excited. Amber was still high when she and Larry went to bed and started their foreplay routine. She thought to herself that if her buzz makes the sex any better - and it always had in the past - she'll be smoking that second joint the next night. Lying on the sheets, trading kisses and staring at each other, Larry said, "Sweetheart, your eyes are really dilated. I think you're still high." "Yeah, a little bit," Amber giggled. "Sex can be really fun when both people are stoned. I still have a joint-and-a-half that Bart gave us. Maybe tomorrow night I could teach you how to smoke and we could see how you like it." "Maybe, we'll see," Larry said as he squeezed Amber's tit. "I'll bet Bart has a big black cock and you'd like to fuck it." "Oh, Larry, you've got to get over your obsession about me and black guys," Amber said quietly. Amber continued, "But, I'll tell you what - I'm going to imagine that you're Bart and this is his big black cock!" Amber then wrapped her hand around Larry's stiff dick. Maybe it was because she was buzzed, but Amber thought she felt Larry's cock swelling in her grasp, getting bigger than it had ever been. More than once, as Amber straddled Larry, riding his cock for all it was worth, she yelled, "Oh yes, Bart. Fuck my white pussy with your big black cock!" The sex Amber and Larry had that night was their best ever as a couple. Amber and Larry, plus Bart In the days following their acquaintance, Amber and Larry and Bart saw a lot of each other. Bart took his neighbors out to dinner one night, and Amber and Larry took Bart out in return. On another occasion they went bowling. Larry got the low score, but he was a good sport, of course. Bart always had some weed to smoke and he was generous about sharing it with Amber. Larry never did work up the nerve to try the weed himself, so smoking and getting high was a naughty little activity that Amber only shared with Bart. Larry, Amber and Bart soon became the best of friends. On a weeknight, when the three of them were just hanging out at home, Bart meandered into the kitchen, offering to help Amber open a bottle of wine. Bart discreetly put his hand on Amber's ass and gently squeezed her butt cheek, then he whispered to Amber that maybe they could see other alone some time, without Larry. Amber put her hand on Bart's, pressing it against her ass, then gave him a wink and quietly told him, "be patient, good things come to those who wait, and we won't have to wait much longer!" After Amber and Larry had sex one night, and were sharing some pillow talk before dozing off to sleep, Larry again mentioned his desire to see Amber getting black-fucked. "Is it Bart that you'd like to see me fuck, honey?" Amber asked, hoping now that Larry would say yes. "I think so," Larry answered. "I think we would all enjoy it, if you'd like to be with Bart." Amber raised her voice. "You can't just say 'I think so', Sweetheart. It really has nothing to do with what I'd like. I'll only do it if you say you want me to." Actually, Amber had already made up her mind that she was going to fuck Bart. She could hardly wait to make it happen. But, she didn't want to ruin her marriage and the comfortable lifestyle that she enjoyed, so fucking Bart had to be Larry's idea. Larry had to believe that Amber was doing it for his benefit. "Okay, I do want you to fuck Bart," Larry said. "I really do. It'll make me happy and I'm sure it'll make you happy too. "Alright," Amber said, looking Larry straight in the face, "I'll talk to Bart and see if he's interested. If he is, I'll arrange it, and you'll have to be there and you'll have to watch when Bart pushes his big black cock into my pussy." "I was hoping you'd say that!" Larry said with a grin. "Go ahead and talk to Bart, but I can't imagine in a million years that he would turn you down." The next day, after Larry left for work, Amber looked out in the condo parking lot to see if Bart's car was in his parking space. It was. Amber brushed her teeth, brushed her long blond hair and applied some lip gloss, then she walked the 20 steps over to Bart's place and knocked on the door. "Howdy neighbor," Bart said as Amber slid past him and entered his apartment. "Are we finally going to spend some time alone?" "Not much time," Amber said with a smile. "I just dropped by to see if you'd be willing to do Larry a favor." "Oh," Bart said, looking disappointed. "Sure, what does he want." "Larry wants you to fuck me!" A huge grin stretched across Bart's face and he swept Amber up in his arms and started to passionately kiss her mouth. Amber returned the kiss for several seconds, then pried herself away from Bart and said, "Not now. Tonight, if you'll be around." "I'm always around for you, Gorgeous!" Bart said. "And I'm around right now, so let's grant Larry's wish!" Bart attacked Amber's mouth again and she pushed him away again. "If we play our cards right we'll be able to spend a lot of time together," Amber said, "but this has to be Larry's idea. Larry and I are perfectly happy together and I don't want to ruin it. The only thing that isn't perfect is our sex life, but you can bridge the gap!" Amber continued, "I need you to make Larry beg you to fuck me, and I need you to let him watch us." Bart chuckled and said, "That's a little kinky, but it works for me. I've been wanting to fuck you since the first time I saw you. You know, I was kind of stalking you when I first saw you at the restaurant. I recognized your waitress uniform when you walked past my window and I went to that restaurant to meet you." "Well, I'm glad you did," Amber said, leaning forward to kiss Bart's lips again. "Why don't you come over at about 7 tonight?" "I'll be there," Bart said. Bart and Amber embraced again and kissed each other long and hard before she turned and walked out of his apartment and returned to her own. Meanwhile, Larry was having a hard time concentrating at work. All he could think about, all he could picture in his mind, was his sweet wife, Amber, getting fucked by their black friend and neighbor. He wasn't entirely sure that Amber wanted to go through with it and he planned to tell her that she could back out any time, if she wanted to. When Larry got home he embraced Amber, kissed her and told her he loved her more than anything in the world. Amber told Larry that she loved him too and would do anything to make him happy. Then she said she planned a light and easy dinner so she'd have plenty of time to get ready for their big night. After dinner Amber told Larry she was going to take a bath. Twenty minutes later, she called to Larry to the bathroom. "Honey," Amber began, lying wet and naked in the tub with the water draining out, "I shaved my legs and my pussy but I need you to check me and make sure I didn't miss anything. I want everything to be perfect for Bart." "You look perfect to me," Larry said after closely examining Amber's bald vagina. "Bart is going to love your body as much as I do." Amber smiled and said, "I hope so." Amber dressed herself in a new red negligee that she bought just for the occasion. It came with panties but she chose not to wear them. She wanted both men to get a peek at her pussy through the silky sheer material. Then she painted all her nails red and applied red lip gloss when she did her makeup. When Amber walked into the living room, Larry smiled widely and said, "Darling, you have never looked more beautiful." When he moved closer to hug and kiss her, Amber stopped him short. "You'll mess me up, honey," Amber said. "Bart will be the first man to touch me tonight, unless we change our plans." They turned on the television to try to distract themselves, but neither one watched it. They both watched the clock, waiting for 7 pm and Bart's arrival. Bart arrived right on time. He wore long slacks, a casual button up shirt and cologne. "Amber, you look stunning!" Bart said as he moved to her, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He then firmly shook Larry's hand and said, "Thanks for the invitation, buddy." "I can grab some weed if anyone wants to smoke," Bart said, looking directly at Amber. "I'd love to, but not tonight," Amber said. "I thought we could have some wine, but I want to keep my mind clear so we all know exactly what we're doing, when we do it. Bart, why don't you have a seat on the couch." Bart sat at the right end of the big leather sofa. Amber and Larry filled three wine glasses and brought them to the living room. Larry took a seat at the left end of the couch and Amber sat next to him, leaving some empty cushion between her and Bart. They each took a couple sips of wine and set their glasses on the coffee table in front of themselves. Amber spoke first. "Sweetheart," Amber said, smiling slightly and turning her head toward her husband, "I told Bart that you want him to fuck me and he has agreed to do it. But first, I want to ask you one more time, one final time, if this is what you want. If I move over toward Bart there'll be no turning back. No second thoughts. No stopping us. We'll talk to you and you can talk to us, but you can't interfere. You'll always be my husband and I'll always love you, but Bart will be my lover too. If you think we're just going to fuck one time, you should call this off now, because I'm going to give myself to Bart and he'll hold a little piece of me from now on. Larry, darling, do you want me to fuck Bart?" Larry smiled at Amber and said, "yes." Amber returned Larry's smile and reached toward the coffee table, sliding her wine glass to the right, moving it next to Bart's. Then she scooted sideways, taking her new place beside Bart. She started to run her hands over Bart's bulging bicep. Amber's Six Pics "Larry, Bart is so big and muscular and he smells so nice," Amber said, looking at Larry instead of Bart. "I'm going to tell you everything that I'm thinking and feeling tonight, if that's okay with you, Honey." Larry nodded in the affirmative. Amber ran her hand up and down Bart's arm and she unbuttoned his top buttons and touched his chest. "Larry," Amber said, "I just love Bart's black skin, don't you? It's so rich and smooth and dark, and it looks so different than mine. Don't you love how my small white hand looks touching his black skin? I'm getting turned on and I really want to kiss him. Tell Bart you want him to kiss your wife." Larry spoke up. "Bart, I want you to kiss my wife." Without letting on that they had already tasted each other's kisses that morning, Amber and Bart tilted their heads toward each other and connected their lips, gently after first, and then more passionately. Their lips smacked loudly as they repeatedly pressed against one another. Amber paused and turned to look at Larry. He was stroking his penis through his pants. "Larry, honey," Amber said with a smile, "I can see that you're getting turned on, watching us kiss. His lips are so full and soft. Just don't get too excited, if you can help it. I don't want you to cum in your pants. At least not yet. Now I'm going to kiss Bart with my tongue." Amber turned back to Bart, stuck out her narrow pink tongue and ran it over his lips, first his top lip and then his bottom. Bart stuck his big tongue out too and circled hers. Then they pressed their lips together and French kissed for several minutes, each of them letting out moans now and then. Amber paused again and spoke, "Larry, his tongue is so much bigger than mine. I'm slipping my tongue into Bart's mouth because he has room for both of us. I just love kissing him. I want him to fondle my breasts while he kisses me. Tell Bart to tickle my nipples and squeeze my breasts." "Bart, tickle Amber's nipples and squeeze her breasts while you kiss her," Larry said. Bart paused, picked up his wine glass and took a sip, then offered his glass to Amber, who took two sips herself. Then Bart set the glass down and shifted a little on the couch so he could rub his big black fingers over her nipples, causing them to instantly become plump and aroused. Then he began to fondle Amber's boobs through her red negligee. The kissing and groping went on for quite a while. Amber broke off the kiss and spoke again, "Now I want Bart to kiss my neck. I want him to give me a big hickey on one side, and another big hickey on the other side. When people see the hickeys on my neck, they'll say 'it looks like Larry gave you some big hickeys there' and I'll say 'I got these from my black lover, not Larry!'" Amber then turned her head sideways to look directly at Larry's face, giving Bart plenty of room to attach his lips to her neck. Bart sucked hard and Amber cooed "oohh, oooh," as his mouth suctioned her skin. When Bart released his lip-hold Larry gasped a bit, seeing the huge red, black and blue mark on Amber's neck. Amber then turned her head away from Larry to give Bart a chance to attack her other side, which he did. "Larry, honey," Amber said, turning her head side-to-side, "look at the hickeys that Bart gave me! Now I want him to suck on my tits, but my negligee is in the way. Be a sweetheart and pull off my gown so Bart can suck on my tits." Amber leaned forward on the couch and raised her hands in the air as Larry got off the couch and took ahold of her negligee and pulled it up and off, leaving her stark naked. "Thank you, Larry," Amber said with a smile. "Now tell Bart to squeeze my fucking tits and bite them. I want him to leave some teeth marks on my boobs." "Bart, squeeze Amber's fucking tits and give her some bite marks," Larry said. As he began to massage Amber's milk-white tits with his big black hands Bart said, "I like that you want me to leave marks all over you, Amber. If you want to be marked I could get you a tattoo tomorrow." "Oh, Bart!" Amber said loudly, "I would love a new tattoo! You know, all of my tattoos were picked out by my black boyfriends. Larry loves this one on my forearm because it means this white girl is forever linked to a black guy! What are you going to get me, Bart sweetie?" "Something on your other forearm," Bart replied, matter-of-factly, as he kept fondling Amber's tits. "Either a BBC, or a Queen of Spades, whichever you like best, and we can get your nipples pierced while we're at it!" "Did you hear that, Larry?" April asked. "Bart is going to tattoo a Queen of Spades on my left forearm. That'll tell everyone that I just love fucking black guys! And I'm getting nipple rings, too! I'll wear skin-tight tops and no bra when we go out so everyone will think I'm a total slut!" Larry said, "But baby, getting tattooed is going to hurt and piercing your nipples will hurt even more." Larry apparently didn't care much for the idea. "The pain will be so worth it, honey!" Amber said. "Like when Bart bites my tits with his teeth!" Bart continued to paw and nibble at Amber's breasts, and she let out an occasional "ouch!" but more often she just moaned in pleasure. "Oh Larry," Amber muttered as she writhed in pain and delight, "I'm ready to see Bart's big black cock, aren't you? Why don't you help Bart slip his pants off?" Larry stood up and felt a bit humiliated as he waited for Bart to unzip his pants. Then Larry pulled Bart's pants and underwear off his legs, leaving his penis fully exposed. "Larry, honey, look at that big black cock!" Amber gushed. "Look at how big and dark and thick it is! It looks powerful, right? It's twice as big as your dick, isn't it? And look at his balls! They are fucking huge, loaded with millions of black sperm! Oh, I'm going to have fun sucking on this!" Amber wrapped her dainty white fingers around Bart's throbbing monster and began running her tongue up and down its full length. Then she kissed it a dozen times and finally took it into her mouth. She started moving her mouth up and down and Bart moaned. Amber let Bart's cock slip out of her mouth, making a loud pop, and she asked, "Larry, do you like watching your wife suck another man's cock - a big black cock? I know I love doing it! I could suck on it for an hour and he wouldn't cum in my face unless I wanted him to." Amber continued to fuck Bart's big black cock with her pretty face, then she let it slip out and said, "Larry, tell Bart to take me to our bedroom, then run ahead and turn on the light and pull down the sheets." Larry stood up and said, "Bart, take Amber to our bedroom." Then he headed down the hall to light the room and turn down the bedcovers. Bart reached his arms under Amber and lifted her naked body off the couch and carried her toward the place where he would fuck her. They traded kisses as he walked with her in his arms. Bart gently laid Amber on her back on the bed. She spread her legs wide, then said, "Larry, why don't you grab your camera and take some pictures? You can add them to the collection on your computer." Larry liked the idea. He smiled and ran to the closet to get his camera, then he took a few photos of Amber in her "come fuck me" pose before he took a seat in their bedside chair. "Bart, honey, I'm really wet and I'm ready for you to fuck me," Amber said softly. "Larry," Bart said loudly and distinctly, "I want you to beg me to fuck your wife." "Bart," Larry said, "Please give Amber what she wants." "Be more specific, man!" Bart said. "Ask me politely to fuck her with my big black cock. Beg me!" "Bart," Larry began, "Please, please fuck Amber's nice white pussy with your big black cock." "Okay, I'll fuck her," Bart said as he moved into position over Amber, "but I want you to push my cock into her wet little slit." For the first time, Larry resisted. "No, I've never touched another man's penis and I don't want to start now. You know you want to fuck her, so just do it!" Bart started to rub his cock over Amber's pussy lips, then he looked Amber in the face and said, "I'm not going to fuck you unless Larry puts my cock in your cunt. "Dammit Larry!" Amber shouted. "Do what Bart says! Just grab his fucking cock and jam it into my fucking cunt!" "Okay, okay," Larry said meekly, "but don't you think he should use a condom? We've been trying to get you pregnant and you're not on any birth control." "No Larry," Amber said emphatically, "Bart is not going to wear any fucking condom! I want to feel his beautiful black skin rubbing against my pussy walls, not some rubber wrap!" "Well," Larry said as he reached between Amber and Bart to grasp the big black cock, "he needs to pull out before he cums in you." Amber and Bart said nothing and Larry positioned the cock at the opening of Amber's pussy and pushed it in. "Oh fuck yes! Yes!" Amber exclaimed, "Oh, that's what I need! Shove it all the way in! Fuck me! Fuck me!" It took Bart a couple of minutes to work his cock all the way in, then he started humping and pumping. Amber smiled, frowned and moaned, then after about four minutes, she had her first orgasm. "Aaayyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" she shrieked, "Oh my god! Larry, how often do I cum before you do? And I'm going to cum again! Aaayyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Larry snapped pictures as Amber and Bart fucked and kissed and sometimes screamed for joy. Then they stopped and Bart rolled over onto his back. Amber immediately climbed on top of him, her long blond hair hanging down from her head and her ample tits hanging down from her chest. She thought about asking Larry to insert Bart into her again, but decided instead to do it herself. Amber then reached down, grabbed Bart's cock and plugged it into her hungry pussy. "Oh yes," Amber moaned, "Oh, I love it! I fucking love it! And this big cock is not going to slip out all the time like when I try to ride Larry!" Amber had three more orgasms as she planted her feet on the mattress and raised and lowered herself at a fast pace. Bart found it hard to speak, but he managed to look into Amber's face and said, "Look at you, baby. You've got big hickeys on your neck and your tits are all bruised and bitten, and you fuck like a minx! I love fucking you!" "And I love fucking you!" Amber shouted, turning her head to look at Larry. "You fuck so much better than my husband does!" After a few minutes of riding Bart, Amber stopped and climbed off, then repositioned herself on her hands and knees, facing Larry, who was sitting in the bedside chair barely three feet away. Amber smiled and said, "I want my husband to see my face while my big black lover fucks me doggie-style!" Larry and Amber locked their eyes on each other and Larry saw the expression on Amber's face when Bart shoved his cock back into her hole. "Oh shit, Larry!" Amber groaned, "Oh it feels so good to get fucked by a big black cock! I wish you could know, Sweetie, how fucking good this feels! I'm so glad I let you talk me into this!" Larry took some photos, capturing the look of pure delight on his wife's face. Amber came two more times, trying her best to maintain eye contact with her husband as she did. "Amber, baby," Bart began, "I'm going to cum soon." "Pull out! Put out!" Larry yelled as he sprang to his feet. "No fucking way!" Amber exclaimed, looking Larry straight in the eye. "I want him to cum in me! I want to feel his cum flooding my pussy! This was your idea, Larry, so shut the fuck up!" "Getting you pregnant with a black baby was not my idea!" Larry yelled. "Oh, Oh, Oh!" Bart grunted as he shoved his cock deep into Amber's pussy and started to pump his potent load into her. "Too late now, Larry!" Amber said with a grin. "Oh, Bart, I feel it! I feel your cum! Fill me with your black sperm!" "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," Bart grunted as he finished making his deposit. After a minute of panting, Amber rolled onto her back and presented her sloppy, cum-filled pussy to Larry, who sat there dumbfounded. "I'm ovulating, Sweetie, so I'm really fertile right now!" Amber said with a big smile, "and with all the black sperm that Bart just pumped deep inside me, I should get pregnant tonight! I'll have a baby bump in no time at all! If I don't get knocked up now we'll know that the problem is with me, not you. But, Larry, honey, we wanted to start a family, didn't we? I can't wait to see my belly swelling bigger every day, and won't it be nice to know your wife is carrying a black baby?" Larry just sat in his chair. There was a big wet spot on his trousers. He had cum in his pants at some point. Amber sat cross-legged on the bed, her pussy oozing cum on the sheets, and she cheerfully said, "Now you can fuck me, Larry, if you can get it up, but your little white dick is going to think it's found the Grand Canyon! Then I'll fuck Bart again before I turn in for the night. Tomorrow morning, Bart, you can have me all to yourself before we head off to get my new tattoo and my nipple piercing! And Larry, if you ever get home from work and I'm not here, you'll know that I'm right next door, fucking Bart! Oh Larry, this really was the best idea you've ever had!" Larry sat shaking his head, thinking that maybe it wasn't such a great idea after all. He almost wished that he had never found Amber's six pics.