1 comments/ 26684 views/ 10 favorites Fun on the Bed By: YamiKuriboh I opened the door to the bed room and shuffled in. Instinctively I moved towards the right side of the room where I normally slept and started taking my watch off my left hand and placed it on the bed side table. I then clasped the pillow underneath the bed cover, moving it on top of the bed and turning it so that it was standing upright to act as support against the bed head rest. I faced away from the bed towards the bed room window and the chair next to it and then took of my jumper and jeans and placed them on the chair. After doing this I took off my socks and then sat against the bed head rest on the right side of the bed in my grey boxer shorts and white bed time tshirt. I had heard Leroy changing on the other side of the bedroom as I was getting changed and he joined me on the bed, with him sitting on the left side sitting next to the headrest. He was only wearing his black boxer shorts and I could see his clothes lying on the chair at the other side of my bed room. There was a gap of a foot or so between us on the bed. Leroy just stared towards the door of the bedroom. I felt too awkward to make any conversation and looked towards the door too which was at the front of the bed but towards the left side. Looking towards the door I could see Leroy's body out the corner of my eye, it was dark as coal but slim. His body was hairless and I could faintly see his abs outlined on his chest. He was not muscly or particularly built but I guessed that he must have a low body fat to see the abs outline. I felt a bit awkward to be wearing a t shirt whilst he was topless but, being a typical indian make in my mid 30's, my body was slightly hairy and the thin layer of fat on my stomach meant my abs couldn't be seen. I suppose I was slightly chubby. Yes, I went to the gym and tried to eat healthily but the indian diet was full of carbs and no matter how much I trained I struggled to get chiselled. I wondered whether Leroy went to the gym as I looked at his abs. The door opened and Rita walked into the room. My wife was barefoot and wearing a pink camisole and pink panties. She was slim, a size 8 or so, with B cup breasts. Her breasts looked soft in her top and I guessed she was not wearing a bra. Her black hair was just touching her shoulder, parted in the middle of her head and behind her ears. Her dark black hair looked amazing, contrasting against her beige skin. I saw Leroy grinned as Rita shuffled into the middle of the room and I saw rita briefly blush and smile. Leroy's smile was a flash of white in an otherwise dark face. Rita put a knee on the edge of the bed and started crawling towards middle of the bed or more specifically the section of the headrest between me and Leroy. Me and Leroy backed away from each other widening the gap between us at the headrest slightly. Reaching the headrest, rita turned around facing the door and sat back resting her head against the bed headrest and sitting between me and Leroy. The sight on the bed at that moment was of three people sitting upright - a slim hairless black man on the far left in just black boxers, my slim beige skinned indian wife in the middle in her pink camisole and pink panties, and me a relatively slim but slightly chubby classically brown indian guy in a white t-shirt and boxers. Rita turned first towards Leroy and then after a moment she turned towards me. I was admiring her body which looked really sexy in her night clothes. Her legs looked so beautiful with the hairless beige skin. Rita looked at me and smiled. I couldn't see Leroy behind her as her head and body was blocking him sitting upright on the other side of the bed. Rita pursed her lips which I always took to mean that she wanted a kiss so I moved my head towards her. I moved my right hand up towards the left side of Rita's face and brushed her hair behind her ears and kissed her. I loved kissing my wife and it always got me excited. I kissed her thin lips once, then twice, then three times and I gently stroked her face. Rita kissed me back and I felt my cock begin to stir in my pants as I got more excited. As I kissed Rita I could sense her getting excited by her breathing increasing. Out the corner of my eye I realised that I could sense movement. I continued to stroke Rita's face and looked down towards Rita's chest. Just then I saw that Rita's pink camisole was bunched above her breasts exposing them. A black hand was squeezing the beige breast closest to me and playing with the dark nipple. I felt slightly annoyed that my access to Rita's breast was blocked at this moment as my normal movement after kissing her was to play with my wife's breasts. Though her breasts were not big, they were sensitive and touching them always turned her on and excited her like crazy. I was also slightly annoyed that the touching of rita's breasts was slightly harsher and more aggressive than how I would touch her. I was concerned that she was being hurt but Rita did not protest. Instead, Rita pursed her lips towards me and made kissing sounds - this always meant she wanted me to kiss her a bit harder. I began resuming my kissing of Rita and gently stroking her face and neck. I was enjoying the soft feel of her lips against mine. My right hand wandered towards her right leg which was close to me and I began to gently stroke her thigh and knee feeling her sensual skin. After a few moments, I felt Rita's mouth open and her small tongue brush against my lips. I instinctively opened my lips to let her tongue in and moved my tongue to touch hers. We began to French kiss. Rita's really enjoyed Frenching it and it was a sign that she was getting excited. Being so close to Rita, I could hear her breathing was getting quicker indicating that she was getting more and more excited. She also began to gently squirm next to me. I felt slightly proud that the kisses I was giving her and my leg stroking was turning her on so much when I again noticed some movement on the periphery of my vision. In between giving Rita a kiss I took the opportunity to glance down her body. My eyes roamed slowly down her pretty face, her long delicate neck, over her bunched up pink camisole and those soft breasts and dark nipples. As my gaze moved to my wife's slim fatless stomach I saw a dark shape blocking my view - it was Leroy's dark left arm covering a side of Rita's stomach. I followed Leroy's arm downwards and could see that the hand and fingers were over Rita's crotch area. Rita's pretty pink panties were still on but I could see Leroy's dark left hand had infiltrated into that area. Through the pantie material I could not make out exactly what he was dong but I could see his arm move and Rita squirming in time with the movements. It felt odd to see that dark arm covering my wife's beige skin. I stopped looking at my wife's pantie area and continued focusing on kissing her, sucking on her tongue and stroking her gentle face. I sucked on her lips and rubbed the back of her ears. The skin on her face was slightly red due to how excited she was. Rita then stopped kissing me and turned her head to the left so she was looking towards the end of the bed. She made a small moan and I saw her face contort as if she was in discomfort. I turned my head to the right and followed the direction she was looking in. I saw that Leroy had moved to the middle of the bed. Leroy was upright on his knees on the middle of the bed. His boxers had been discarded and he was completely naked. His left hand was on Rita's right thigh and his right hand was holding his cock. I saw the base of his cock was hairless and he had a relatively long cock. It must have been around 7", beating me by 2-3 inches. It was also slightly thicker than mine. It was dark black in colour, the same colour as Leroy's body, although the head was slightly lighter - a purple shade. It looked aggressive standing there erect. I noticed that Rita's panties were no longer on and her sex was exposed. Her skin was beige in colour and there was a fine black triangle above her sex. Her brown pussy lips were visible below her triangle and I had never before seen them so exposed and open. They seemed to glisten in the light of the bedroom. I could see Leroy rubbing his long cock against Rita's pussy lips. The wetness of her pussy was making the head of Leroy's cock glisten as he did so. Rita was grimacing slightly. His cock was longer than mine and bigger than she was normally used to. Occasionally Leroy would press his cock on Rita's mound, when he did I could see that his cock almost reached to Rita's belly button. I wandered how that thing would fit inside my wife. Leroy continued to rub his cock against my wife's pussy mound and over the lips. He seemed to be teasing my wife with his cock. When I looked at Leroy properly I thought his cock was slightly out of proportion to his body size, it should have been smaller than it was - it was almost too long for him. I could see, as Leroy continued to rub himself over my wife, that slowly Leroy's cock started to disappear into Rita's pussy. Her pussy seemed to stretch slightly to accommodate his long cock. The sight of those brown lips parting to accommodate a dark coal shaft was sexy. If my wife was white as opposed to indian the contrast in skin colour would have been even more startling. There was a moment of when the two of them stopped moving before Leroy seemed to move his hips forward more vigorously. The head of Leroy's cock was now fully in Rita. Leroy began slowly moving the head in and out. Leroy seemed to be concentrating quite hard on this and he was staring intently as his cock and the mound he was fucking. Rita's face continued to show the grimacing expression. Rita's left hand was touching Leroy's abs as he thrust in and out of her. Her left hand was surprisingly on the section between her stomach and leg. The way her hand was positioned made it look to me as if she was trying to stretch the skin by her mound, as if she was trying to open herself as wide as possible for Leroy. After a few moments, I saw Leroy shift his position slightly so that his knees were further back on the bed and his body was slightly higher. He moved the knuckles of his hands either side of my wife's stomach so they rested on the bed. He then began to move not just the head of his cock but the shaft in and out of Rita. Rita's squirming increased as Leroy did this as did her breathing. Her body was moving quite a lot on the bed as Leroy began to really give it to her. On Leroy's backstroke I could see the full length of his cock glistening and I could not fathom how he was fitting that into my wife. Even more extroadinary I could not understand how Rita was taking it all. After a few moments, the two began to find a rhythm of Leroy pushing in and out of Rita and Rita timing her squirm back and forward to match him. A gentle thump thump could be heard in the room. It was a strange sight-seeing the two of them pulling their crotches away from each other before crashing them together with force, When their crotches touched they were both making gentle grunts. I guessed that Rita was becoming accustomed to Leroy's movements as she turned from looking at him and focused on me. She pursed her lips again and made a kissing sound. I took this as my queue to move towards her and gently kiss her mouth. In between our kisses I could hear her make gentle grunt noises as Leroy's cock moved in and out of her. I felt Rita's tongue pressing against my lips as I kissed her and I opened my mouth to accommodate her. All the while I could feel her body moving back on the bed and then thrusting towards Leroy. As Rita thrust with her crotch I felt her tongue thrust into my mouth. It was if she was screwing me and Leroy rather than being screwed by us. I marvelled at how my shy indian wife was trying to take control of the situation. As I kissed Rita I felt a presence next to me. I turned my head to the side and could see Leroy's shoulder next to me. He had moved up on the bed so that his body was lying pressed on top of Rita's with his head over her left shoulder. Rita was underneath Leroy on the bed in the missionary position. As I glanced down the bed I could see Rita's soft beige legs were each dangling over Leroy's dark legs. I could see Leroy's bum move up and down as he thrust in and out of Rita with increasing speed and power. I was slightly concerned at the aggressiveness of Leroy with Rita. He had a long cock and he may have been hurting my wife with the speed of his thrusts. Rita had her eyes closed half closed and her face made an expression with every thrust. I could not tell, however, whether this was pleasure or pain. As I looked down Rita's body I could see that her breasts were squashed up against Leroy's slim chest. My wife's flat beige stomach was pressed against his abs. The neat triangle above Rita's mound was brushing against Leroy's hairless pubes. My wife's legs were spread and hooked over Leroy's thighs. I couldn't help thinking of the view anyone would get if they walked into the room and saw my beige skinny wife's legs spread and a man, a black man, thrusting powerfully into her warm pussy. With every thrust I felt the bed shake. With every stroke the bed shook faster and faster. When he started the thrusting was slow and deliberate but it had spread up. He was like a jack hammer and seemed to be trying to drill a hole into my bed, through my wife, with his big black cock. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," Leroy said as he thrust down with even more force than previously. I thought my wife might ask him to pull out before he came but, if anything, her legs seemed to wrap around the black man even tighter than previously. I saw Leroy thrust, his deepest thrust yet, and then hold the position. He then said "ugh...ugh...ugh." Rita still had her eyes half-closed and her expression did not change as Leroy came. It occurred to me that Leroy had just came in my wife - that this black man had just washed my wife's insides with his cum. I did wonder about the time it must take his sperm to travel from his balls to cock tip giving the length of his manhood. I did not have time to dwell on the matter as Leroy then raised his head. He grinned and then slowly raised his body from off my wife until he was upright on his knees. His hips rocked back and his long black cock slowly exited Rita - this seemed to take an eternity as more and more black cock seemed to reveal itself from inside my wife. Leroy's cock was still impressively long but it was not as hard as previously. I was surprised it was still slightly hard given he had just came! His black cock was also quite messy with white splotches on it. This showed up quite proudly against his dark. "Shit," Leroy said as the head of his cock left my wife's pussy. He turned and then got up off the bed and moved to the side by his clothes. The action had got me excited and I saw that Rita's eyes were now open. She had been watching Leroy's cock exited her and her eyes seemed to follow it as he got up off the bed. My wife must have sensed me looking at her as it was only after a moment that she turned to look at me. She gave me a slight smile which reassured me that she was ok. I wanted some release so I quickly took off my boxers and moved down the bed between Rita's legs. I felt a bit embarrassed so did not remove my t-shirt. Rita's brown pussy lips looked puffy which was understandable given how aggressive Leroy had been with her. As I moved my cock towards her mound, I noticed feint white stains on the brown lips. There was also a translucent white blob at the bottom of the entrance to her pussy. It was very slowly spilling out the brown lips and I could see a feint trickle onto the bed cover. I hesitated slightly realising that this was Leroy's semen I would be brushing against but my cock was hard and I was too excited to take a break to wipe my wife's pussy before I entered her. My cock was around 5" long and brown. The head was a light purple and I had black curly pubes at the base of the cock. Whilst my cock was not the longest, it was reasonably thick and I had never had any complaints when using it. I pushed into my wife and felt only a slight resistance. The pussy felt slippery and warm. Rita showed me a small smile as the head of my cock entered her. I then began slowly pulling out until all the head was out and then pushing back in. I focused on Rita's mound and my cock's movement back and forth in her. It felt fantastic. The pussy was the wettest I had ever felt it though I realised later that this may have been due to Leroy's juice rather than my vigorous thrusting turning my wife on. My movements made a thuck thuck sound as I enjoyed my wife's warm pussy. Over time, I began to ease more and more of my cock into Rita until I was fully inside her. I looked up the bed towards and Rita and was surprised to see that Leroy had moved to the right hand side of the bed with one knee up on the bed. His dark cock was sticking out towards my wife. Rita had her head turned towards him. Her mouth was open and she was gently sucking on the purple head of Leroy's cock. Leroy was looking down at her and gently moaning as his cock was sucked. This sight shocked me for a number of reasons - my wife had never been fond of oral sex, she had refused it when we first got married and I had grown to never try and bring it up as it would cause an argument. Leroy had just came and his cock was messy, I realised that Rita was most probably tasting Leroy's cum which disturbed me as this was completely against my wife's thoughts that oral sex was nasty and disgusting. Indeed, Rita was not only sucking Leroy's cock but she did not look disgusted. Her face was passive and she was concentrating. With every movement of Rita's head, Leroy's cock seemed to grow slightly harder. "Fuck her, man," Leroy said to me as he saw me looking at his cock. The sight of that long aggressive black cock entering my wife's pretty mouth made my cock even harder and I increased the speed at which I was thrusting in and out of her. With all the previous action and the incredible wetness of the pussy I knew I wouldn't last long and I felt the cum rising in my balls. I could have held back and carried on for a longer time but I was so excited I wanted release. I let myself go and grunted as I shot my load into my wife. Exhausted, I pulled my cock out of my wife and got up off the bed. As I did this I noticed Rita's legs move together and her body shift to the left side of the bed where Leroy was. Her body was position was as if she was cradling Leroy who was on his knees. The intensity with which she was sucking his cock seemed to increase and she moved her delicate right hand to the base of his shaft and began stroking him in time to her sucks. I saw this as I went to the door and then into the bathroom where I cleaned my cock. After a few moments my cock was clean and I made my way back to the bedroom. On the way to my bedroom I strangely heard creaking and moaning. I opened the door and the sight surprised me. Leroy's back was towards me and he was upright on his knees in the middle of the bed thrusting his bum back and forward powerfully. As I crept into the room I saw that Rita's ass was connected to Leroy's cock and she was facing the bed headboard - Leroy was having sex with my wife in the doggystyle position. Leroy's left hand was on my wife's hip and his right was feeling her breasts. I was struggling to understand how Leroy still had the stamina to have sex. He was pounding for all he was worth and I could hear Rita moaning as he did so. Indeed I did not understand how my wife could take that long black dick again. Her pussy already looked sore when I had been with her. If anything, my wife had found a second wind as she was thrusting back with even more force than she did the first time they had sex. Fun on the Bed Ch. 02 Leroy seemed to be in good spirits as I escorted him to our front door: "Damn man, your wife really is something." I nodded as he talked ushering him towards the exit. "Her stamina is unreal and she can take it like a pro." It was only later on that I realised that by 'it' Leroy was referring to dick. Leroy continued: "I'm a big boy but she had no problems. I reckon she could even take my boy Marcus easy." I was nodding to Leroy as he talked but my mind was elsewhere. I was exhausted and really just wanted to go to sleep. "Marcus is big even for a nigga, ain't too many bitches that can take him. Even big black mommas struggle" Leroy chuckled as he talked. I found it odd that he found referring to other people's penises normal and even funny. I finally managed to get Leroy to the door step after which he left. When I returned back upstairs to bed, Rita was asleep. She looked beautiful as she lay there. I gave her a brief kiss on the forehead and got into bed to sleep beside her. ====== The next few days passed without much happening. Me and Rita continued our normal routine. We were very much still in love with each other and what had happened with Leroy was a one off event that didn't really need bringing up again or discussing. One thing I noticed, however, was that Leroy had left his watch behind when he had left ours. It was a nice watch and I had it by our bedside table. I felt guilty that he'd left it behind as it was me who was hastening him to the exit. If he had a bit longer maybe he would have remembered it. Leroy had not called or messaged saying that he wanted it back and I was too busy to be proactive in returning it. The comment that Leroy had made about his friend Marcus was playing on my mind. Leroy seemed to be in awe of the guy's penis length. I was not small by any stretch but Leroy had a couple of inches on me at around 7" or so. Marcus was bigger than him! How did he manage to even get around the world. I couldn't help thinking: how big were these blacks? I was also concerned about how Leroy seemed to think my wife could accommodate these blacks. My wife was small and slim and couldn't possibly fit these big things inside her. Yes, she had managed to take Leroy but she had struggled at first and, anyway, that was a one off event. My wife struggled to take me! The whole notion was preposterous really. These questions were still going through my head a week later when I stopped by the gas station. We had just been food shopping at the supermarket and the car tank was looking a bit empty. Rita waited in the car whilst I filled up the car with Diesel. I then walked into the station itself to pay. The clerk behind the counter was a black guy, around 6' tall and chubby. He must have weighed around 14 or 15 stone. He had a big chest, big arms and a shaved head. He looked to have a slight belly on him too. He was the right size to be a night club bouncer if he could convert some of the girth to muscle. Not really fat but not ripped either. "Number 4," I said as I approached the counter. "Sure," said the clerk as he took my credit card. Strangely, he paused when he turned the card over and saw my name. "Hey man, ain't you Leroy's mate?" the clerk said to me. I didn't normally like engaging clerks with idle small talk and was caught off balance so did not respond immediately when he questioned me. Instead the clerk went on: "Yeah man, i'm sure Leroy mentioned you. The one with the wife." The clerk turned and looked out the window towards my car, "that must be her." I looked out the window too and could see Rita sitting on the passenger side of my car. Her head and shoulders could be seen and her slim face was looking pretty. I looked back at the clerk and only then saw his name badge - it said Marcus. "Umm...yeah, I know Leroy." I thought it best to be truthful as it looked like this was Leroy's friend so it was no point playing the fool. I was slightly embarrassed that this guy knew me and my wife knew Leroy - I hoped he did not know that Leroy had sex with my wife. Marcus told me the amount of Diesel I would have to pay and charged my card after I entered my PIN. As he was giving me the receipt he said "damn man, you're a lucky guy. Your wife is looking good." Marcus was grinning as he said this. I thanked him for the compliment as I turned and went back to the car. Yes my wife was pretty; she was slim with straight black hair, brown eyes and light beige skin which was desirable for an Indian woman. Her legs were long and her boobs were small and pert. I loved her and thought she was the hottest girl in the world but, she was not the big chested blonde that most guys fantasised over. I couldn't understand what these black guys found so alluring about her. As I got back into the car I guessed that Rita thought I looked a bit off as she asked me if everything was ok. "Yes," I said to her. "The clerk there was Leroy's friend Marcus. He was just chatting to me." My wife nodded her head but didn't say anything in response and I let the conversation come to a close by turning the music up a bit louder. I drove home after which we did our usual thing of unpacking the shopping, having a cup of tea, followed by dinner and getting ready for bed. ====== It wasn't late, maybe around 9 at night or so, but me and Rita liked to get ready for bed early and watch TV upstairs. Rita was in the bathroom and I was changing into my boxers and t-shirt. I couldn't help thinking about the infamous Marcus who I had met earlier in the day. This was the guy who supposedly had a very large penis. Yes, Marcus was a big lad who weighed several stone more than me, but he wasn't that much taller than me. Maybe he needed that extra bulk to be able to carry around his big balls? I chuckled as I thought about how ludicrous this statement was. This was the guy Leroy had been in awe of and wanted my wife to meet. I was not sure about this, I mean, come on he was a gas station clerk!! I thought about whether I would give up twenty or thirty thousand pounds of salary to add a few inches to my manhood. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard our front door bell ring. My wife was in the bathroom so I knew I would have to answer it. "I'll get it." I called to my wife as I passed our bathroom on my way downstairs to the front door. I reached for the keys by the door, put them in the door lock and then opened the door slightly to see who was there. I was stunned when I saw a black man standing on our front door step. "Hey, man," said the black guy to me. "It's Marcus, Leroy's bro." "Umm yess...the guy, umm, from the gas station," I replied. I was flummoxed as I had been thinking about this guy and he had showed up. What the hell was he doing here? "What are you, umm, how did you..umm?" I continued. Marcus began to move forward and by reaction I opened the door slightly to let him in. He was slightly taller than me but much wider so I turned in the doorway to let him pass by me into our passage way. "Leroy asked me to pick up his watch, bro," Marcus said as she shuffled inside our passageway. It wasn't the biggest house and the passageway was also not huge. Whilst the house was more than big enough for me and my wife, Leroy looked too big for it standing in here - his width made him almost touch both sides of the corridor. "Oh umm yes," I said as I remembered that Leroy had left his watch the last time he had visited. "It's umm..." I paused as I remembered that it was in our bedroom where my wife was getting ready for bed at the moment. Leroy stood staring at me. I noticed that he was dressed quite casually in loose fitting jeans and a checked shirt - he must have gone home after his shift and got changed before coming over her. He was wearing gold rings on his right hand. My eyes betrayed me as I glanced upstairs to my bedroom where the watch was. Leroy followed my eyes and said: "upstairs? Come on then man, ain't got all day." "Yes, yes," I said as I moved around him and began to move upstairs. As I started to climb I noticed that Marcus was following me up the stairs. I half turned on the stairway and said whist half pointing downwards towards out sitting room "Umm, it's ok, you can wait..." "No bother man, I'll help you get it," Marcus said interrupting me as he continued to walk up the stairs behind me. As he was getting closer to me I couldn't help back away from him slightly and move up the stairs. It was only a few moments before we were on our landing at the top of the stairs. I thought that I better get into the bedroom first and alert my wife that we had a guest, so that she could get changed, so hurried towards the bedroom door and opened it. As I moved into the bedroom I saw my wife sitting up on our bed. The remote control was next to her and the TV was on making a low background sound. Rita's straight black hair was just touching her shoulders and was parted so that it laid either side of her ears. She had a slim body with beige skin - she was light for an Indian girl. Her brown eyes were beautiful and the only hair on her body was on her head, her eye brows and a neat triangle just above her pussy lips. Rita was wearing a white camisole top and panties - these were white but had a pink border around the rim and a very small decorative pink bow on the front. My wife did not like to wear a bra to bed and I could see that she had taken hers off as her bra straps were not visible and her small pert breasts looked soft without the bra holding them up and padding them out. "Umm baby, this is umm...Marcus," I said as Marcus moved into room behind me. "He's Leroy's friend." Rita looked at me and then to the side of me where Marcus was moving more fully into the room. She did not say anything, indeed her face showed no emotion. "Marcus, this is my wife Rita." I said to Marcus. Marcus was now standing by the bed fully into the room. Marcus grinned as he was introduced to Rita. I noticed that his gaze briefly took in my wife's thin face, went down my wife's long neck and over her small perky breasts before settling on her long shapely legs. I always thought my wife's smooth silky legs were her best feature and I noticed that my wife's pink toe nails were wiggling as she sat on the bed. I thought it strange that Rita had not made an attempt to put some pyjamas on and seemed to be content sitting there in front of a stranger in just her panties. "Hey, my boy Leroy asked me to stop by and..."Marcus started to say before he turned away from the bed and looked at the TV. "Hey man, I love this show." He said. I glanced at the TV and noticed that it was one of those travel programmes, Here the TV presenter, a white lady, was visiting tribes in Africa. The programme looked old and wasn't something that me and Rita normally watch so it was odd that it was on the TV now. "Mind if I watch the rest of this, bro?" Marcus said as he put a knee on the bed and began moving to sit in an upright seating position on the left hand side of my wife, which was the closest side to the door and me. "Umm...well, I guess," I said. I didn't know what to say. The guy had not done anything wrong, as such, it was just pretty brazen to begin sitting on another man's bed next to his half undressed wife. "Nigga sure is thirsty," Marcus said as he began to make himself comfortable on the bed. "Oh, yes...do you want anything baby?" I said to my wife. She shook her head softly towards me, indicating that she did not want anything to drink. Then her face turned back to the TV. The TV presenter was a light skinned white girl with black hair. She looked to be walking around mud huts in tribal Africa. I turned from the bed and TV towards the door and then went downstairs to the kitchen. I thought about how Leroy's gaze had been roaming from the TV screen to my wife's legs as I left. When I reached the kitchen I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. I pondered whether I should bring glasses and ice but thought against it. I opened the beers and then started to make my way upstairs. The whole process must have taken only a few minutes. When I returned to the bedroom I was startled. Marcus' shoes and socks were on the far side of the room alongside his jeans and shirt. Marcus was sitting up on the bed in just a pair of black boxers. His skin was dark as coal. He was not lean, like Leroy had been, rather he was chubby and had a bit of a gut. He had a broad chest and shoulders and his legs were broad also. As I moved over to Marcus to give him his beer he said: "It's roasting in here, bro." By 'roasting' I understood that he meant that it was very hot in here. I had forgotten that I had been in just my t-shirt and boxers so I guess I couldn't object to Marcus doing the same thing. I was surprised that he hadn't asked my permission to unclothe. I didn't reply to him, instead moving to the other side of the bedroom to sit at the right hand side of my wife on the bed. If someone walked into the room at that moment they would have been a relatively slim but slightly chubby Indian guy in a t-shirt and boxers, his slim long legged beige skinned wife in a white camisole and white panties and a broad black man bare-chested in his boxers. All three not talking but staring at a travel TV programme. The TV presenter was walking around the African mud huts. After five or ten minutes she met some of the African people that were living there. First she met the women and I noted that they had skirts on but were bare-chested. Then she met the males of the village. The African males were bare-chested and had tribal war paint on. The presenter seemed slightly taken aback as they were wearing very dainty loin cloths. These cloths were such that they were not covering the penises' of the Africans fully. Indeed all they seemed to be doing was holding them down so as to stop them springing up. I found it slightly amusing that the presenter was struggling to ask questions in the presence of these black guys. The Africans cocks were quite long and thick. I had seen Leroy naked and these guys seemed to be of an equal size to him - maybe around 7" long. Was that the average for these black guys? Maybe it was only the slim ones - Leroy was lean like these African tribes men. After a few moments of the African tribes men being on the TV I noticed my wife turn first towards Marcus and then towards me. She looked at me and gave me a little smile. She looked so pretty when she smiled, with her black hair framing her slim face and those pretty lips. Her lips were together and she made a small kissing gesture. This always meant that she wanted a kiss. I hesitated as Marcus was in the room but, as Rita continued with the motion, I thought 'what the hell' and moved in and kissed her. The feel of Rita's lips soft lips always turned me on. I loved kissing her. I loved giving her gentle kisses and also long aggressive ones. Her body was so smooth and soft and I couldn't resist putting my right hand up and feeling the side of her face and her neck. Rita continued to kiss me back as I kissed her. She smelt incredible and I was getting excited. Rita's mouth slightly opened and we began kissing open mouthed. Not with tongues but with gentle open mouthed kisses. I could see that her eyes were half closed and she was really enjoying it. I wanted to reach down and touch her breasts but I remembered that Marcus was in the room on the other side of Rita. I could not see him, however, as Rita was blocking my view to the other side of the bed. Though I did not want to touch my wife's breasts with Marcus in the room, I felt Rita's left leg move closer to me and I couldn't resist lowering my right hand to touch and stroke the soft skin there. In between kissing my wife, my gaze shifted to look at the sexy leg I was stroking. I looked down Rita's pretty face and that gorgeous neck, to those soft breasts covered by that white camisole top and saw a black shape moving. It was only after a moment I realised that the shape was Marcus' arm. I followed Marcus' arm downwards and saw that it ended in Rita's panties. As Rita's panties were white in colour, I could see the dark shade of Marcus' hand inside them and his gold ring glinting as it moved. It was only when I focused on Rita's panty area that the soft sound of Marcus' hand moving could be heard by me over the sound of the TV. I could not tell if the sound was the rubbing of the outside of my wife's crotch or if Marcus had his fingers in my wife. I was contemplating what exactly Marcus was doing when I sensed more movement across on the other side of the bed. I looked over to where Marcus was sitting and saw that his boxers were discarded at the foot of the bed. I briefly glanced up his thick thighs and saw that his balls were very large and hairless. A thick black cock stood at the top of his balls, the same dark colour as Marcus' skin. He did not look to have any pubic hairs. The cock itself was around the size of Leroy's at 7" but it was a lot thicker (it was only several years later that I realised that it bared a resemblance to Shorty Mac's cock but I had never heard of him when this incident happened). I noticed a light patch on Leroy's dark cock and startled as I realised that it was Rita's hand. Rita was very softly jerking Leroy's cock with her left hand. Rita had long fingers, which complemented her long legs, but even she was struggling to get her entire hand around the girth of his cock. I was slightly annoyed that my reaction to seeing this was not against Rita having done this but that she had not touched my cock first. I heard Rita make a kissing sound and noticed that she was still looking at me; so I was forced to look away from Leroy's cock back to my pretty wife. I moved forward to kiss her again. As I did so, I was thinking that Marcus' cock was not the monster that Leroy had made it out to be. Yes, it was big and thick but it was only as long as Leroy himself and the Africans on TV. Leroy had been exaggerating. I continued kissing my wife and revelling in her fantastic scent and her delicate soft skin. After a few moments, Rita broke away from me. Her right hand dropped and briefly touched my waistband. This always meant that she wanted me to take my boxers off. I nodded and then pulled my boxers down so they were halfway on my knees. I did not want to take them off fully at this stage - I'm an not sure why but I contemplated needing to cover myself up if the situation arose. I lay back on the headrest and Rita reached out with her left hand and started gently stroking my cock. Her hands were soft and gentle and always felt fantastic against my skin. I couldn't help feeling a small pang of jealousy that Marcus had just been feeling these soft hands on his penis. I loved Rita touching me. I was so excited that I lay back and enjoyed it, half closing my eyes. I loved the sensations that I was feeling. After a few moments I had become used to the incredible sensations that I was feeling so opened my eyes and looked to see what else was happening in the room. Yes, a handjob is good but it is only the starter for the main event. I needed some release. I noticed that the TV had been turned off but what else I saw shocked me. Rita was stroking Marcus' cock, as she had done previously, only this time with her right hand rather than her left. Her left hand has been stroking me. Rita's face, however, was bent over Marcus. Rita's hair was covering her face and Leroy's crotch partially but I could see that her beautiful lips were open wide. The movement that she was making with her right hand was as if she was trying to squeeze a big black sausage into her mouth only for it to keep falling out. Rita had never given me oral sex. Indeed, she was dead against it - thinking that it was disgusting. I had been extremely shocked when she had had sucked Leroy off but, then again, that was Leroy. This was Marcus! My wife had never even had a decent conversation with this guy. All she knew was that he was a friend of Leroy. I grimaced slightly thinking of this petrol station clerk's dirty black cock entering my wife's pretty Indian mouth. Fun on the Bed Ch. 02 Marcus was lying back against the bed rest. I could hear him slightly mumbling as his cock was getting sucked. He was asking my wife questions such as: "you like this black cock?" "This black dick taste good?" "You like sucking nigga dick?" Rita did not respond to questions. If anything, she continued to concentrate on trying to fit Marcus into her mouth. I noticed that Marcus' penis looked bigger than the first time I had seen it. I still could not make out the full length as it was obscured by Rita's hair. I noticed that it seemed to have a shine on it which I thought was maybe a combination of his juice and Rita's saliva. I thought about how, only a moment ago me and my wife had been kissing and sharing saliva and now she was kissing a black man's penis. I couldn't really concentrate on what Rita was doing with Marcus as Rita's soft hands were continuing to work me. I was getting really excited but I wanted to hold on. It felt so good feeling those soft hands rubbing my cock. Occasionally she would play with one of my balls. They were not as big as Marcus' being Rita had always enjoyed squeezing and playing with them. After a few moments I noticed Rita stop playing with my penis. I looked up from her hands and saw that she was moving towards me. Her white camisole top was raised now so that it was resting on top of her boobs. I could see her dark sexy nipples on display and instinctively I reached out a hand and grasped them. Rita gave me a little smile when I touched her boobs - although they were small, they were sensitive and she loved having them played with. (It did not occur to me at the time, however, that it must have been Marcus who lifted her top up and he must have been playing with her breasts before me!) Rita moved towards me on the bed on all fours, with me lying on the bed headrest on the left hand side - the furthest from the door. As Rita approached me she again pursed her lips as if wanting a kiss. I glanced down at my cock and gave it a playful stroke before looking at her - indicating that I wanted her to take me in her mouth. Rita did not respond to this but instead continued to look at my face and make a kissing motion. Frustrated I put my finger to Rita's lips and tried to put it in her mouth whilst giving my penis a gentle squeeze - this was the universal signal for her to give me a blow job. Rita moved her head back, freeing my finger from her lips and shook her head side to side gently as if saying no. I unconsciously frowned at her - I really wanted a blowjob, especially after having seen Marcus get one. Rita again made the lips together kissing motion and I caved in this time, moving my head forwards towards her to give her a kiss. She wanted a kiss and I did not like seeing her unhappy. As I neared her I noticed that there was some moisture on her face. It was only as I saw this that it hit me that Marcus' cock had just been in Rita's mouth. Was this moisture her saliva or his juice? I didn't know and I tried not to think about it as I felt Rita's soft lips on mine. My wife's mouth tasted slightly saltier than the previous time we had kissed but I tried to ignore this feeling. Her tongue was playfully darting in and out of mine. She seemed to be enjoying the sensation as her breathing was getting heavier the more that I kissed her and played with her mouth. I was still gently stroking her exposed dark nipples. These stood out wonderfully against her beige skin. As I was kissing Rita I noticed her suddenly grimace. I looked behind her, over her shoulder and saw what was causing this. Marcus was on the edge of the other side of the bed with his knees just on the bed edge. He was fully naked with his left hand holding Rita's left hip (Rita was on all fours on the bed with her head towards me and had been kissing me). Marcus' right hand was holding his black cock at the base. Only now did I see the cock as it could be - fully erect and standing proud. It was dark and angry. Extremely thick and very long - if Leroy had been 7" then Marcus must have had at least 2" or 3" on him. Marcus had a mean expression on him and was pushing his cock forward - from my point of view I could not see my wife's soft brown pussy lips. I could see Rita's face contort as Marcus continued to move his body forward and pull Rita back towards him with the left hand on her hip. I could see Rita's beautiful bum cheeks from the top and realised that her panties had been taken off - why hadn't I noticed this before? "Stop running," Marcus said as he continued to move his hips forward. The more he moved forward the more I saw Rita squirm in front of me. I was worried about her at this moment as Marcus seemed to be hurting her. Just when I was about to protest, Rita stopped squirming and Marcus was still. "Damn girl, you took it," Marcus said with a grin on his face. Rita was breathing quite heavily and her face had a mute expression. Marcus then began slowly moving backwards - as he did so I could see more and more of his cock come into view. Only when just the tip was showing would he stop moving back and begin moving forward again. These really slow deliberate strokes of Marcus' seemed to continue on and on for an age. I couldn't stop marvelling about the colour contrast of that large thick black snake against the beige colour skin of my wife. I was also shocked at how such a big thing could disappear into her. After a few moments, I noticed that Rita had stopped squirming so much and grimacing. She stroked my face so I moved back to kissing her some more. It was a strange kissing experience. I kind of stood still and she would rock back and forward kissing me and then moving away. I realised that this must be coinciding with whether Marcus was pulling her towards him or away from him. The speed at which Rita would move towards me and away from me seemed to increase. When I glanced over her shoulder I could see that Marcus now had a large black hand either side of her hips which was he using to direct her. He was thrusting with a lot of speed. It looked really aggressive and I wondered how my wife could be taking such force. The contrast between the two of them was startling. With every forward thrust Marcus' thighs would brush against my wife's which were two or three times narrower. Marcus' belly was sticking out and rested on my wife's bum when he pulled forward. His cock was so long, however, that it still stuck out under his belly. "Fuck," Marcus yelled as he continued to pound away. "I'm going to cum." I saw the intensity of his thrusts increase with even greater ferocity than previously before he pulled forward, holding the position and grunted loudly. "Shiiiit," Marcus said. I looked at Rita and noticed that her eyed were closed. I then looked up at Marcus and could see he was grinning. He very slowly pulled back and more and more of his cock came into view. It was still long, thick and black but was also now covered in white splotches. Strangely, I thought, Marcus removed his hands from my wife's hip and held his black cock with his right hand and began touching my wife's pussy with his left. I was unsure what he was doing and I could not believe that he was rubbing himself so as to stay hard - how much stamina did this guy have? "Whooo shit! That's some thick Jamaican cream right there," Marcus said, grinning, as he continued rubbing himself and my wife's private area. I did not know what he was referring to until Rita began turning around to face Marcus, away from me, and I saw her back. Rita bent forward and I got a close up view of her private areas. Rita's privates are normally stunning; delicate brown lips topped with a very small triangle of soft black pubes. When I looked at them at this moment, however, I felt a bit queasy. They were engorged, red and raw. What's more, they were oozing white goo. It was much more than I had seen previously with Leroy or even I had ever given her. It was so much goo and it was so thick. I could see it dripping out of the hole and down Rita's leg. I saw some spill out of Rita and form a thin line down in the air. I was concerned that it would make a mess on the middle of our bed so instinctively reached out a hand to stop it falling. When I caught the goo for some reason I put my hand up the trail it had left and brushed Rita's pussy, removing the worst of the excess. I heard Marcus say: "Yeah baby. Ain't had enough of this black meat have ya? Want some more black filling for that Indian pie, huh?" I looked up and saw that Rita's head was bobbing over Marcus' crotch. Marcus was standing by the side of the bed facing me and Rita's bum was towards me. Rita's hair was obscuring my view but I hoped that she was not giving him oral sex. Rita had never been a fan of it and the state of Marcus' cock, covered in goo as it was, would have detested her. "Ha, yeah suck it. You're making me hard, girl. That spicy coochie want some more black beef huh?" I heard Marcus say as I realised that it was Marcus' cum on my hand. I got up off the bed when I realised this and moved to a towel on the radiator to clean my hand. I saw some movement behind me as I moved to the radiator but it was only when I turned around that I saw what the movement was. Rita was lying on the bed on her back with her head around the centre of the bed and her body laid out with her lower back just resting on the edge of the bed furthest away from me but closest to Marcus. Marcus was standing up by the edge of the bed. Marcus looked huge standing there 6' tall, wide and black and my wife looked tiny. Marcus was fully naked and my wife had removed the white camisole she was wearing earlier and was also fully naked now. What I found surprising was that Rita had her legs up in the air with her feet resting on Marcus' shoulders. Her pretty pink toenails were wagging and she was looking down at her crotch. Marcus was also looking down at Rita's crotch or, more specifically, he was looking at his penis that was hovering in that vicinity. Marcus was holding his cock in his right hand and pushing it slowly towards my wife. I saw Rita's feet stop wagging and her face grimace as Marcus continued pushing down and towards her. Although Marcus was pushing slowly, his pace did not stop. After a few moments he paused and said: "shit, took that easy. That curry pie was made for nigga beef." He had a grin on his face when he spoke. I did not like the comments he was making about curry and indian stereotypes but I didn't have time to dwell on it as Marcus pulled back and then thrust forward. Whereas previously he had been quite slow and deliberate when he entered Rita, this time he seemed to be in a hurry as he immediately started increasing his speed until he was pounding furiously. The bed was shaking as Marcus pounded away at Rita. I saw that my wife was squirming on the bed when he did so and her small pert breasts were bouncing up and down in time with the black man's strokes. It was incredible seeing her dark black nipples against her beige skin swaying so much with the momentum Marcus was exerting on her. Seeing my wife's breasts swaying had gotten me excited so I moved closer to her on the bed. She saw me approaching and gave me a brief gentle smile. She looked so beautiful when she smiled and I was so excited, having not cum yet, that I could not help reaching down and freeing my penis. I stroked myself as I approached Rita and she reached out her right hand towards me. Rita's fingers felt incredible against my penis. I had been longing for release and the touch of her soft skin on me was amazing. Rita stroked me. It was a strange sensation as the force that Marcus was exerting on her meant that she could not stroke in an even manner, instead her touch was jerky. Rita smiled at me again and I reached down and kissed her on the lips. Her soft lips against mine still felt amazing even though her taste was even saltier than it had been previously. I tried not to dwell on her taste, instead focusing on the pleasure she was giving me with her hand. I felt the cum rising in my balls and I could not help pulling back from Rita's kiss and unloading. My cum washed down my wife's hand on to her arm. Rita smiled at me when I came but was then distracted by Marcus grunting "fuck," loudly. I too was surprised by this loud outburst and was wondering what had happened so I turned to my right to see the black man grunt "fuck!!" again even louder. "You gonna make a nigga cum," Marcus shouted as he continued thrusting aggressively. I was perplexed by this statement as Marcus seemed to be angry that he was about to cum - surely he should be happy about this? I still did not understand how this black guy's mind worked. "Fuck...cumming!" Marcus then grunted. He thrust deep, deeper than he even previously had. It looked like almost the entirety of his huge black cock was in my wife with only his balls visible. Marcus grunted again and then began to slowly move backwards. He was breathing heavily. "Shit," he panted, "this curry pie can take a black load fo' real." As Marcus edged backwards his black cock became more and more visible. It still looked obscenely large - almost as if it was swollen to several times the size that it should be. White goo oozed from Rita brown pussy lips as his cock retreated from the hole. I could not believe the amount that was coming out. I did not think us guys could produce so much semen. My wife got up from her lying position and seemed to move towards Marcus' crotch briefly but he quickly turned away and started moving towards his clothes by the side of the room. Rita paused for a moment with a blank expression on her face and then got up from the bed and moved to our bedroom door and then through it into the passageway and then the bathroom. I took this as a queue to pull my boxers up and clean my gooey hands on the radiator. I wondered what Rita had been planning to do when she moved towards Marcus just then and hoped it was not any further sexual activity. When I turned I saw Marcus had dressed back into his shirt and jeans. He had a big grin on his face. "Umm...yess, I'll show you out," I said to him as I began to lead him downstairs. It was only later that I realised he did not pick up Leroy's watch. Indeed, he had left one of his gold rings behind also. Fun on the Bed Leroy suddenly slowed down his thrusting and began to pull his cock out. My wife's brown pussy lips looked engorged. The entrance of her canal was stayed open for a few moments when he pulled out which alarmed me as I thought they may stay that way. I wondered if Leroy had cum but his cock still looked hard and was did not have any white splotches given the cleaning it just had my wife's tongue. Leroy moved to the left side of my wife who had, by this stage, stopped staring at our bed's headboard and turned to look at him. When Leroy neared the head board he slowed and lay down on his back. He was holding his long black cock in his right hand and it stuck up in the air. His left hand moved and lazily grabbed at my wife's right hip gently applying some pressure. My wife must have taken this pressure as some kind of signal as she immediately began lifting her left leg over Leroy and straddling him. Rita touched Leroy's black cock and gave it a few strokes before guiding it to her pussy. It slid in easier given how rigorous Leroy has just been with her. Rita then began rocking up and down. From my position, at the foot of the bed I could see that she would raise herself up until only the tip of the cock was in her before lowering herself all the way down to the base of cock. I saw Leroy's black hands move around and cup my wife's bum. He guided her movements as she posted on his cock. It amazed me at how quickly the two of them settled into a rhythm with their thrusts. My wife's boobs were dangling over Leroy's face and he would occasionally reach up with his mouth and suck them. My wife did not say much as she was concentrating on her movement. Leroy, however, seemed to become more vocal as my wife was riding him. I noticed that he was speaking to my wife but she would not respond with any words just keep riding: "Fuck...you like this black dick?" "Shit, you want this black cum, don't you?" "You like nigga dicks, huh?" I did not appreciate the way he was talking to my wife but my wife had not objected and I did understand that in the heat of the moment people say things they wouldn't in other circumstances. This continued for a few moments after which I saw Leroy tense as he thrust upwards and say: "here it comes!" Rita grunted gently as Leroy came. The two held the position for a long moment after which Leroy moved his bum down letting his long black cock out of my wife's pussy. His black cock was almost white with the amount of cum that was covering it. He had a grin on his face as his cock pulled out. A small stream of white goo was oozing out of Rita's brown pussy lips as he pulled his cock out. Rita turned over on the bed dismounting from him and moved towards Leroy's legs. She opened her mouth and began sucking on his black cock, cleaning the cream from off it. Leroy gently stroked her head as she did this. After a few moments, Rita stopped sucking and pulled her head back. Leroy then started to stand up and move back to his clothes and began getting dressed. By this time I had also got dressed and had my boxers back on alongside my t shirt. Rita gave me a small smile and told me she was going to take a shower. I noticed as she walked from the bathroom that cum continued to drift down her leg.