6 comments/ 41782 views/ 7 favorites Missy and Phil Ch. 01 By: VirginiaS Couples can get into the swinging scene for a variety of reasons. Speaking of ourselves personally, it was out of a need to save our marriage, as bizarre as that may sound. Others do it to spice up their sex lives, while still others do it for no other reason than to fulfill a fantasy. Then there was Missy an Phil, a couple who had been married for nearly 20 years now, and who both were brought into the swinging scene quite by accident. Their two children were now both going to college, and there wasn't much excitement in their sex life. Phil had been married shortly before meeting Missy, and had been cheated on by his previous wife. That made Phil kind of possessive, plus the fact that Missy was a mousy kind of woman who hadn't been with any other men before meeting Phil. There had never been much talk when they are having sex, short of the "gee that was great honey", or "Phil you are the best lover", which always left Phil wondering if she had really been a virgin when they met that first time. The kids had come early in their marriage, so now things had ground to a boring routine. A glass of wine after dinner, with Missy maybe dressing a bit sexier, and Phil would get the hint, and off to bed they would go. Much of their love making was still done with the lights out, or with the sheets covering their bodies. Nudity was not something they avoided, but rather something they didn't flaunt around each other. Neither one of them were what could be called good looking people, but rather the kind that you would pass on the street and never give a second look at. Phil was not quite 5ft 10, and must have weighed in close to 200 pounds. His weight had always been a fault that he tried to hide by wearing loose fitting clothes, and certainly never exuding much confidence. Missy was a good fit for him, as she was 5ft 5, if she was standing on her toes, and she like him was getting over weight, at nearly 150 pounds. Her hips were her most delectable part of her body, as they were full and seemed to stick out like she was wearing high heels all the time. Her breast could at best be described as maybe filling out a B cup. Her one stunning feature, were her lips, which could be described as being very full, almost like those of Angelina Jolie. She kept her hair in a short bob haircut, which was forever looking like a comb had never been used on it. But her ever present smile made up for all of her short comings, and the way she was active in the church, made Phil proud to say she was his wife. Thus what happened that weekend turned both of their lives around for ever. Like most of the other Friday nights in their lives, they went out for dinner to their local restaurant. As fate would have it, the place was closed for remodeling, so they ended up driving further into town, looking for a place to dine. Without realizing it, Phil had steered into a rougher part of town, so when he saw the neon lights that spelled out "fine dining", he didn't really look at the other signs, like the one that said "The Zebra Club". As soon as they entered the club, Phil realized this was not a place to be in. The music was very loud, and most of the people seemed to be black, with a sprinkling of good looking white women here and there. They were about to say something to each other about looking for another place to eat, when a hostess asked them how many were in their party. Phil said "Two", and that sealed their fate. They were escorted around the perimeter of the dance floor, to a darkened corner where a bunch of smaller tables were situated. Missy was squeezing Phil's hand hard, as they were shown their table. This was the kind of place that the pastor had spoken off in many of his sermons, as where the wicked went to. No sooner were they seated, than their hostess asked them what they wanted for drinks. The hostess made a weird face when they asked for coffee, and quickly turned around to get their order. "She seemed nice", said Missy as the hostess left. But to Phil, nice was not the word he had thought of. The hostess could almost be called the hostess with the most est, as her ass really stuck out, and when she had leaned over to hear their drinks order, Phil noticed she was not wearing a bra, and must have had DDD sized breasts. In fact, they had almost taken his breath away. While they were looking at the menu and waiting for their coffee to arrive, then both looked at the people on the dance floor. It was obvious that this must not have been a regular club, as there were at least 5 or 6 different white women, dancing with black men. Neither one of them had ever really considered black people in anyway, other than they were black, and that was that. But to see those white women dancing intimately with black men was something else. Missy had spied one interracial couple who were openly french kissing, while the black man practically carried the woman around the dance floor with her feet barely touching the floor. When Phil felt someone tapping his shoulder, he turned around and was staring at the belt buckle of what must have been a man who was well over 6 feet tall. When he looked up, the black man was smiling down at him and asking if he could ask the lady for a dance. Phil's throat tightened up, and was about to say something that might get him in trouble, when the black guy without waiting for a reply stuck his hand out towards Missy. She looked at the huge hand, and the way the furrows in her husbands brow were scrunching up, and she quickly decided to defuse the situation. "It's okay honey, I would like a dance before she takes our order." Before Phil could utter a word, Missy was being led out onto the dance floor, not 10 feet from where their table was. "So, I haven't seen you two around here before." he said in a booming voice, so she could hear him above the noise of the music. Missy didn't say anything, but shrugged her shoulders and tried to think of a reply. "Name is Mack little lady, what's yours?" "Uhm, Mis... Missy" she stuttered. "Well you is right purty, little Missy." As Phil sat their watching his wife, in the embrace of the big black man, he had to control himself from laughing. Missy's head was probably at about the level of the guys mid section, and the guy had to bend down a little to get his one hand under her arm. They appeared to look almost awkward out there on the dance floor. The chair beside him rustled, and Phil turned to see another black guy sit down where his wife had been sitting not two minutes ago. "So, you guys come here often, man?" Phil didn't know what this black man was referring to, but then out of the corner of his eye, he saw a commotion going on. Some blond was dancing with her back to her black partner, and the guy had pulled up her skirt, and now everyone could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. Several people had stopped dancing, and were openly ogling her shaved cunt. The blond didn't seem to mind, as one of her hands were behind her partners head, and the other one was between their bodies. It was obvious that she was jacking off her partner, by the way her one arm was moving. That is when it struck Phil, that this wasn't an ordinary night club, but maybe something much more than that. "Hey man, didn't you hear me....... you guys come here often?" "No.... no.... uhm, this is our first time here" "Well I see your old lady is already getting into the flow of things." Phil turned around and looked at Missy, and noticed that her head seemed to be plastered against the black mans stomach, and her legs had been pushed apart, so that one of the black mans thighs must have been rubbing against Missy's privates. He started to get up, but the black man sitting with him put a strong grip on his arm, and jerked him back to his seat. "Relax man, Mack ain't gonna do anything she don't want done." What the hell was that supposed to mean, he thought. Out on the dance floor, Missy's heart was beating a mile a minute, as she was trying to figure out how to get out of this dance. Without her realizing it, the guy had put his leg between hers, and when he drew her up hard against him, his thigh was now rubbing up against her cunt. A sudden wave of excitement flooded over her, as she realized not only was she dancing with a very black man, but probably everyone could see that his thigh was rubbing her cunt. The more she thought about it, the more excited she started to get. When the black guy backed away from her a little, he motioned over to their left where the blond was starting to be finger fucked by her black partner, right there on the dance floor. Missy's eyes got as big as silver dollars when she noticed the blond's eyes were rolled up into the back of her head, while she was being openly masturbated out on the dance floor. No sooner had she seen that, then the black man hugged her tight against his body again. She could feel the unmistakable hardness of his cock, as it pushed hard into her, just below her breast. "Was this guy going to do that to her, out here in front of her husband and everyone else", she wondered. Mack leaned his face down so he was close to her ear, and softly asked her how many times she had done this before. "Done.... done what?" "Come here to swing with other couples." "I.... we don't.... we haven't", she could not finish a coherent sentence, as Mack purposely pushed his cock harder against her chest. "Your first time? Well, I'll be. Listen, my wife works here as a waitress, in fact she is the one who was waiting on you two. She gets off in about 30 minutes. This is gonna be great." "I... we... look, i think you got us all wrong. Were not here for sex, or anything like that." As they twirled around in a circle, Mack lifted Missy up so that her feet were off the floor, and his cock was now rubbing against her cunt. Missy at first had thrown an arm around his neck, hoping not to fall, but as she felt this black mans cock rub against her cunt, her finger nails tried to dig into his back. "Yea, I kind of figured that when you felt my snake, you would change your mind." "Oh please, you have me all wrong.... ahhhh, oh darn." "Darn?" Mack started to laugh, until it struck him that maybe this little chick was not here to get laid tonight. But the more his one hand messaged her big ass cheeks, the more his cock was starting to throb. The dance had ended, and they were the only two couples that were still on the dance floor. The blond and her black partner were about 10 feet away, and Missy noticed that another black man had joined them, and he was now giving the blond, big open mouthed kisses, while the black man behind her was trying to bury a couple more fingers into her cunt. It was obvious that the blond didn't care who saw what was being done to her, but rather she was probably wondering how long before one of them buried a black cock into her. Missy's feet were still off the floor, as her eyes started fluttering from the erogenous movements of Mack's cock against her cunt. One of his arms were holding her up, while the fingers on his other hand were trying to find a way around her cotton panties. "Oh please, we can't..... Oh shit.... not out here were everyone can see this..." Mack had finally gotten his wife's attention, and had indicated for her to get off of work. Gloria got a smile on her face, as she saw what Mack was doing, and how that little white wife was holding on for dear life. Yes, now she would get a shot at some white dick, which she always loved to have. It seemed white men were always hesitant with a big black woman like her, and she enjoyed the feeling of control she got, when she sucked a white mans cock. "Missy?" Missy's mind was a million miles away, as she felt the huge cock rubbing against her cunt. She had purposely spread her legs as far as they would go, so that she could get the full feelings that it was giving her. "Missy?" "Uh, yes?" "You ready to get out of here and see what has been poking you in your stomach." "Uh, yes.... I mean no, I.... Oh please, I can't do this, I.... were married." "Listen little one, you will still be married after we do this. The only thing is you will appreciate a real man's cock, after my snake takes care of you." Missy's body shook as she heard those words. Meanwhile, Gloria came back to their table without the coffee, and jerked her head, indicating for the other black guy to get up. As she leaned forward, her tits purposely laid on the table and expanded more, as she said "Hi sweetie, I'm Gloria." "Yes.... uhm hi Gloria." Phil was confused by what was going on. This black woman was flaunting her big ass tits at him, as some black guy was openly pawing his wife on the dance floor. Phil was smart enough, to not make a scene, as he knew it would probably result in him getting his ass kicked. And now this black woman was leaning over and showing him her tits, while she was grabbing him up high on his thigh. "What the fuck was going on", thought Phil, when she reached up higher and grabbed a hold of his hardening cock. "What the ...." "Ah, I see your enjoying watching your wife dance with my husband." "Look, I think this is a mist..." "My my, not bad for a white boy," as she squeezed his cock through the slacks. "By the time I'm finished with you, I'll bet I can get it to be 6 inches." "Was she mocking him, or what", he wondered. "Just wait till your little wifey sees what Mack is packing. When he gets a new white wife, he always gets a diamond cutter." She laughed as she told him "And when your wife sees that 10 inch diamond cutter, her knees will turn to jelly." What the fuck..... "uhm, were married, uhm.... Gloria." Gloria laughed, as she felt Phils cock start to pulsate. "Honey, were all married, but that doesn't mean we don't like sex." Phil felt himself cum as she said that, making a mess of his shorts and slacks. "Awww, don't worry baby, Gloria will get it back hard again real quick." "Are you two having fun?" Phil broke out of his dirty thoughts when he realized the Missy and the black guy were standing there, watching Gloria inspect his went pants. "uhmmm..." "Hey it's all right man, I've been playing with your little lady here, so it all evens out." Missy couldn't stop looking at Gloria's hand playing with her husbands cock. They had never done anything like this before, and now some woman had jerked her husband off, right there in the club. As Mack took Missy's hand in his, he led her towards the exit. Mack looked over his shoulder and gave Gloria a look she understood all too well. Mack was not one to deny, or question. 5 years in prison had taught him to take what he wanted, and no one said no to big Mack. The walk across the street to the motel had been silent, with Missy's mind spinning like a top, trying to figure out if she wanted this or not. Behind them, Phil was walking with rose colored cheeks, after everyone had seen the big stain on his pants. Mack opened the door for Missy, and she was too confused to say no. As she walked by him, she felt one of his big hands encompass one of the cheeks of her ass. She could sense that this big black man was very forceful. Coming up the rear, Gloria had already unbuttoned her waitress shirt, and her nipples were so hard in anticipation, that it looked obscene the way her shirt was sticking out. As they all were in the room, Mack shut the door and locked it. "Missy, you go over there and sit on the bed, while Gloria and your husband can go to the couch." Missy's head dropped a little as she went and sat down on the bed. The sheets were messed up, and she could smell that sex had been done here. Phil had hesitantly sat down on the couch, and before he knew it, Gloria was already tugging on his pants. The pants and shorts came off at the same time, and all of them could see the cum, where it had spread over his upper thigh. When Gloria saw the cum, her eyes lit up. Everyone swore that the reason her tits were so big, was cause she loved cum.... everyone's cum! As she leaned over to lick his thigh, Phil's eyes shot up when he heard his wife say "Oh my God! That's way to big. It will kill me!" All Phil could see was that Missy's clothes were already off, and his wife was looking in amazement at the nigger standing in front of her. Mack had shucked his pants and shirt, and Phil could see the muscular frame of a black man who probably was a weight lifter at one time. "Uhmm.... mphfff...." that was all Phil heard as he saw the black man pull his wife's face onto his cock." Phil started to say something, when he felt teeth nibble on his cock head. Gloria was looking up at him, as she gently chewed on the white cock head, to bring it back to life, "you remember to pay attention to me." "My God", he thought. "She had all of his cock in her mouth." Missy had never done that for him. He heard a small gag coming from the bed, and noticed that Mack now had both of his hands on her head, and his fingers were leading Missy in how he wanted to be sucked. Gloria, not to be out done, had Phil's cock back up to about 5 inches, and she snaked her fingers under his ass and started playing with Phil's asshole. This immediately got him harder, and Gloria smiled to herself when she realized this white man was going to be easy to manipulate. "Okay, enough of this. You can swallow my cum later on tonight. Right now I want to feel that cunt of yours wrap around my snake." As Missy leaned back, Mack grabbed her behind the knees and lifted her legs up in the air. Without any preliminaries, Mack moved forward, and the head of his big cock came in contact with her moistening cunt. A gentle shove, and about 2 inches went in, as Missy grimaced and bit her lip. It was all happening so fast, she had never even said that she wanted a condom used, cause she was not on any contraceptive. A second shove was not as gentle, and another 2 or 3 inches went in, and Mack leaned forward, just inches from her face. Missy looked up into the black eyes, and she could see there was a beast behind those eyes. She just hoped that this nigger was not going to kill her after he took what he wanted. Another push, and her eyes shot open wide. "Oh My God, Phil had never been that deep before!" Mack could see the amazement in her eyes, as he was giving this white wife feelings she had never experienced before. He slowly started pulling out, and he could feel her cunt's muscles almost trying to hold him in, and then another shove. Missy let out a short scream that was muffled when Mack covered her pouty lips with his big lips. His tongue went straight for the back of her mouth, as he was going to show her who was the dominant person around here. Missy's legs involuntarily wrapped themselves around Mack's neck, as he started the rhythmic movement of fucking. Yes, Mack really enjoyed fucking white women. Gloria was okay, but a new white woman, especially a white married woman, was always a joy to fuck. He loved to take control over them, and show them no mercy. Meanwhile on the couch, Gloria had all of Phil's 5 inches in her mouth, and partly into her throat. Shit, 5 inches was nothing compared to when Mack would face fuck her. She now had her middle finger up this white guys ass, and he was breathing like he was going to have a heart attack. She could have sworn that Whitey had already cum again, when she had tightened her throat muscles on his cock head, but she was not to be denied. She was gonna have this white guy fuck her, until his cock fell off. On the bed, the grunts of both Missy and Mack could be heard, as he tried to pound her body into the mattress. Man, this white cunt was tight... It was a cinch that no one had fucked her this deep, ever. Missy and Phil Ch. 01 Mack grinned to him self, as he thought about the possibility of maybe even getting some of his sperm to maybe catch hers. Oh my, wouldn't that be something, if he could breed her. As he started feeling his first cum coming on, he pushed her knees back into her tiny breasts, and gave a tremendous lunge, impaling himself hard against her cunt. Missy didn't want this black man cumming in her, but his cock was starting to bring feelings into her body like never before. My God, this mans cock was so big, she thought it was going to punch a hole into the bottom of her stomach. As she felt spasm after spasm of him cum, she knew this was a masterful man. A fleeting thought came to her that his kids would probably all grow up to be supermen. Kids.... what the fuck was she thinking. She didn't want anymore kids. Still a kid by this guy would be something to think about. As she felt the last of his cock's throbs, she wondered what it would be like to have a black baby nibble on her small tits as she nursed it. Mack let out a sigh, and rolled over onto his back, taking Missy along with him, so that she was now on top. His cock, even though it was starting to soften was still deeply impaled in her. In fact, it felt like her cunt muscles were gripping him, to not let him pull out. He smiled to himself, as he thought that maybe here was another white wife that would come knocking on his door from time to time, to be serviced again. Phil could see his wife now laying on top of the nigger, but he knew it was not over yet, as he could see that Missy was kissing the niggers chest in signs of appreciation. As Phil laid back into the couch, he could feel Gloria reaching for his still hard cock, so she could put it in and ride him. He didn't know if he could get hard again, after having cum twice that evening already, but he could see in her eyes that she wanted to get fucked, and wouldn't take no for an answer. It was 3:30 in the morning, when Missy and Phil stumbled across the street to where their car was parked. As Phil got behind the wheel, he looked over at his wife, who's legs where splayed open, and who had a couple of purple looking bruised on her neck. Shit, the fucking nigger had given her a couple of hickeys. Missy was not asleep, not by a long shot. She was staring out into space, reliving the hours of fucking she had just taken. Never in her life, could she have dreamed of reaching those heights of ecstasy. She had tried to count the days since her last period, but was so overwhelmed with feelings, that she couldn't think straight. Neither one of them said a word on the drive back home, but there had been words said, that both of them remembered. Missy had in the throes of sex said she loved Mack..... several times. She also thought that if her egg had been taken, that she would raise any baby that black man put into her body. Phil on the other hand, had at one point watched as Mack was pounding Missy hard, taken his cock out of Gloria, and had jacked himself to a dry cum. That black bitch had drained him so hard that he couldn't even produce anymore cum. Oh yes, and there had been that moment, when Gloria had told him that the next time they met, she was going to fuck him with her strap on. That thought had excited him to no end, as he remembered how her finger had reamed him out before. That morning it had been quiet when they got up. Missy had fixed coffee, and was getting the bacon and eggs ready when Phil came into the kitchen. He nuzzled her neck where the hickeys could visibly be seen, and told her good morning. As she put the coffee in front of him, she sat down and looked at him for a minute. Phil couldn't tell what was on her mind, but he was beginning to fear that maybe she wanted a divorce. "Phil?" He held his breath as he knew she was going to ask for that divorce. "Phil? About last night. I'm sorry honey, but when that guy pushed that big cock into my stomach, I just had to see if it was really real." Phil was still silent, when she spoke again. "I see that black woman made you cum several times. Did you enjoy it?" Phil knew that however he replied to that question was going to get him into trouble, so he just nodded. She pulled a piece of paper out of her apron, and threw it on the table. "That's from Mack. He expects me to call him today with an answer." Phil's forehead scrunched up, wondering what she meant by that. "Phil... he wants me to come by the club early tonight. He said that Gloria doesn't have to work, and that he wants to show me off on the dance floor tonight. He told me to not wear a bra or panties. What should I do?" Phil started to say something, when with the next breath, she slowly in a soft voice said.... "And he said that Gloria is gonna use you tonight, whatever the heck that is supposed to mean." Chills ran through Phil as he knew exactly what that was supposed to mean. As he got up from the breakfast table, he looked at his wife of 20 years, and in a soulful look asked her "Are you wanting a divorce?" "My God Phil, how could you say such a thing. We have kids.... we love.... well at least I love you. What did that woman do to your mind?" He slowly chose his words carefully. "Missy, she has a strap on, and I think she wants to fuck me." There it had been said....... Missy picked up the piece of paper, and looked into her husbands eyes. "What time shall I tell him we will be there?"................ Missy and Phil Ch. 02 Missy picked up the piece of paper, and looked into her husbands eyes. "What time shall I tell him we will be there?"................ Phil was surprised by the quickness in Missy's tone. He suspected that his wife had been well satisfied, and she was acting like maybe she wanted much more of that big black cock. Also, the words were still ringing in his ears how Gloria was going to fuck him with a strap on the next time they met. It had been a lot of fun the way that Gloria had played with his cock, and all the tricks she had used to get him up several times after that second cum, but he was not gay, and he sure as hell didn't want someone to stick a dildo up his ass. "Phil?" Phil tried to quickly think of a reason not to answer, but he could see in her face that lust was starting to creep in again. He had seen it last night when she had gotten fucked so hard that she lay limply on top of that nigger, and had showered his chest with kisses of gratitude. He now wondered if Missy was starting to fall for the guy. "Phil?" She had told him she didn't want a divorce, but that look on her face told him she wanted more of that huge black cock, and that scared Phil even more, than the thought of Gloria using a strap on, on him. "Well?" "I thought we usually go to a movie on Saturday nights?" "What the fu... Look, if you don't want to go, then just say so." Phil knew she was testing him now, and he measured his words carefully. "Missy, I'm okay with going back there tonight, but I don't want you to get hurt or something. Not only that, but he didn't use any protection." "Phil....! I don't remember seeing you use a condom when Gloria climbed on top of you last night!" "Honey, I'm just worried for you....." The words sounded hollow, as he spoke them, and he knew she could see right through it. "Your worried for me....? Bullshit! The best fucking I've ever had, and now you want to stop?" Those words burned in his ears... "The best fucking she had ever had?" She stormed out of the kitchen and went upstairs. He knew she was pissed, and it was true what she had said. She had been fucked every which way, but sideways, and he had been envious of how Mack had been able to get hard so many times. He hesitated a moment, while looking at the piece of paper with Mack's number on it. For a moment more, he did nothing, and then he picked it up and went to the phone and dialed the number. "Hello?" Phil was surprised that Gloria had answered the phone, expecting the deep booming voice of Mack instead. "Uhmmm, hi Gloria, this is Phi.... Phil." "Well hi there sweetie. How is my big handsome white boy today?" Phil's pride picked up a little, when he heard her say that, and a smile started spreading across his face. Yea he thought, she sure knew how to make him feel like a man. "We were thinking of coming over to see you guys tonight. When would be a convenient time?" On the other end of the line, a slight sneer started to cross over Gloria's face. Yep, just like some of those other white men they had hooked up with before. Give em a blow job, and they think their God's gift to black women. "Listen, how about coming directly to our house tonight, say around 8, instead of to the club. I'm not working tonight, and we have plenty to drink and smoke over here." "Uhmmm, okay, but where do you guys live?" Gloria give him directions, which were not too far from the club, and told him they would leave a porch light on. "Do we need to bring anything, like wine, or whatever?" "No sweet buns, you just bring your wifey along, and make sure that you come too. I'm looking forward to you and me having a good time." "Listen Gloria, about what you said last night..." "What's that?" "About wanting to fuck me with a strap on. I'm not really into that shit." Gloria laughed, and chose her words carefully, as she didn't want to scare him away. "You just bring that lovely white body over here, and you and I will have a lot of fun. Just one thing though...." "Yes?" "I expect you to be ready, so if Mack offers you one of those little purple pills, I expect you to take it." "Huh?" "Viagra, dummy! LOL, if were going to have fun, it will be for the whole evening. You never taken Viagra before?" "I know what it is, but no I've never had to need to take it." "Tonight you will. See you guys at 8!" And just like that, she abruptly hung up. Phil looked at the phone, and thought what was that all about, but as he hung up the phone, he knew that woman was going to be the one that ran the show between the two of them. As he started up the stairs, his cock was already starting to harden in anticipation. Phil knocked on the bedroom door. "Honey?" "What?" "Look, I called and talked to Gloria, and told her we would be there at 8 tonight." Missy unlocked the door and let him in. "I'm sorry Phil, I got a little carried away. I know you had a lot of fun last night, and I just want some of that too." "No, I'm sorry sweetheart. I should have never questioned your loyalty." As Phil went out to the garage to get the lawn mower so he could cut the grass, Missy's stomach was doing butterflies. "Oh my God" she thought, "She was gonna get some more of that wonderful black cock tonight." The day seemed to drag by slowly, with both of them taking long hot baths, and Missy for the first time carefully shaving her cunt. Mack had made a comment on how he liked his women to be bald down there, and she wanted to be sure to please him. Phil on the other hand, had strange thoughts going through his head. The part about Gloria wanting to fuck him, kept reappearing, and every time he thought about it, his cock would firm up. When Missy went down stairs, he went into the bathroom cupboard and rummaged around, and then found the box. Ducalax.... the stool softener. He put it back and closed the mirror and then looked at himself wondering what the fuck was he thinking. He opened the mirror again, and picked up the box, to read the directions. "WTF, he thought...." As he took one of the pills, he quickly took a drink of water, and closed the mirror and looked at himself again. He shook his head slightly, and went down stairs to see if Missy wanted to grab a quick bite to eat. As it turned out, neither one of them were that hungry. They both had other thoughts, besides going out for dinner. On the way over to their house, Missy and Phil did not talk nor look at each other. Each was wondering what they were getting into, and secretly hoping the other would stop this nonsense. As Phil entered the driveway, of a kind of run down house, he finally looked over at Missy. "Honey...." "Don't stop it now Phil, we've come this far, and my stomach is tied up in knots. If we turn around now, I think I will just crawl into a corner and die." He could see that she had unbuttoned a couple of the top buttons on her blouse, and her small tits were quite visible, with the little nubs being so hard, they looked like erasers trying to poke holes in the material. Her breathing was rapid, and he could see the moisture appearing on her upper lip. "My God" he thought, "but she looked desirable tonight." They held hands as they walked up to the door, with her hand squeezing his so tight, that his hand was turning white. Mack opened the door, and they were surprised to see he had a bathrobe on. The bulge that was protruding from beneath the bathrobe indicated that he already was starting to get hard. As Phil walked in past him, Mack reached out for Missy, and brought her into a tight embrace. "I'm sure glad you decided to come over tonight sweetie. I promise you, that your gonna be wet all night." And with that, he tilted her head up and gave her a hard french kiss. It completely caught her by surprise, and her legs felt like they were going to give out on her, but his strong arms pulled her forward into his cock. She could now tell, that indeed his cock was already hard, and she started to swoon when he pushed it hard into her midsection. "Well, I see they aren't wasting anytime are they?" "Come on Mack, we've got all evening to fuck, how about we have some wine and some of those sweet smelling cigarettes you picked up today?" Mack shot her a non friendly look, but he knew she was right. They would have their fun with this white couple, so no sense in rushing it. As Phil and Missy started to sit on the couch, Mack steered Phil over to where Gloria was sitting. "Why don't you go sit with her Phil, while I get the smokes out. Honey, get the wine." It was not a question, but an order, and Gloria knew it. The chatter had been a little on the nervous side coming from the white couple, but as soon as the wine was being downed, and Mack was passing the cigarette around, the room got a little quieter. Missy had already taken a couple of hits off the cigarette, and it hit her harder than she had thought it would. "This is pretty good shit hon. You get this from the club?" Again, Mack shot her a dirty look, and she shut up. Mack slid up next to Missy, and for a second Missy got nervous, but when he bent down and started kissing her again, Missy's arms stopped protesting, and she began frenching him back. "Yep, that's Mack for ya. He sees something he likes, and he just can't wait." Phil looked nervously over at his wife, in the embrace of the huge black man, and then he felt Gloria nudging him. "Here sweetie, let's get you primed up." Phil looked down at her hand, and saw the Viagra pill. "Go on, It will make your cock hard for hours." Hmmm, so that's why Mack had been hard so long last night.... As he downed it and took a big drink out of the wine glass, Gloria was already starting to message his cock. He looked at her with questioning eyes, and she just laughed. "It takes a little stimulation to make that pill work on ya honey." As she squeezed his cock, he could feel the blood start to travel to the head of his cock. "Fuck" he thought "I'll show her how good of a fuck I can throw." On the couch, Mack had already unbuttoned the last buttons on her blouse, and was pulling it off of her shoulders. While Missy was being stripped, she looked down in awe as that big black cock had popped up from the bathrobe. "Son of a bitch, this guy had a big cock" she thought. Just a day ago, she would never had thought in that kind of language, but the word cock didn't seem so foreign to her now. She didn't have to be told to grab him, as her hand quickly reached for it, it felt like it was so hot it would burn her dainty hand. She started to let go of it, but Mack just laughed and said, "Don't you worry your purty little head sweetie, it wont bite..... much." The robe fell off of his shoulders, and again Missy saw how powerful this black man was. He looked like he was twice as big as her husband, and that cock was sticking almost straight up. Mack, lifted the small wife up, and swung her around so that she was sitting with her back to him, and facing Phil and Gloria, as he lowered her down onto his cock. She grimaced a little as it went into her cunt, which was still a little sore from last night. But at the same time, she widened her legs to let more of that monster cock enter her. "Oh fuck..... Oh Jesus, it's so big. Go easy please.... NO, no... don't stop, put it in further!" Mack was grinning to himself, knowing that this little white cunt was his now. He knew that if he wanted to steal her, from her husband, it wouldn't take much convincing on his part. This cunt wanted his black cock, and he was going to give it to her. He had actually taken a Viagra about 30 minutes ago, and he was now primed for at least the next 2 or 3 hours. Oh, and there were more laying on the coffee table, if he needed it. Phil looked over at his wife, as she was being speared on Mack's big cock. That is when he noticed that Missy must have shaved her bush off, cause he could see that the black mans cock was buried all the way into his wife's cunt. Mack was pinching her nipples hard, but Missy was so far into her erotic zone, that she didn't even feel the pain from his thumb's and forefingers. It hurt him to see his wife being taken like that by this black man, but he knew that this guy was a massive stud, that could please his wife a lot more than he could. Even as Gloria was again biting the head of his cock, to get his attention, Phil couldn't quite believe that all of that massive cock was buried in his wife's cunt. "Hey you" she said as she took the white cock out of her mouth, "I'm over here!" Phil looked down at his saliva covered cock, and was amazed that it was so hard, that the head of it actually hurt as the blood was pounding in it. Phil looked over at his wife again, and it looked like she had passed out. Her head was laying over to one side, and her arms were limp. He started to say something, but Mack had a sneer on his face. He had positioned the white wife, so that her husband could see what he was doing to her. Mack could feel that her body had gone limp, but this had happened with some of the other white wives he had fucked, and he knew that soon enough she would recover, and then start to scream for him to fuck her harder. Yep, they were all alike. Gloria was starting to get mad at Phil. All the son of a bitch wanted to do was look at his wife getting fucked. Okay, she thought, she was gonna wait till later on, but fuck it, she would start now. Her middle finger found his asshole, and with Phil being so aroused by the Viagra, and also from watching his wife being fucked by that nigger, her finger slid in up to the middle knuckle. Phil felt a little discomfort, but continued to watch as Missy seemed to stir, and looked over at him. "Thank God, she was alright" he thought. When Gloria pushed her finger the rest of the way up in him, Phil finally looked back down at her. "You know.... it feels good, but it hurts a little bit too." Gloria's smile told him that she was starting to exert her will over him. "Lift your left leg up a little." "For what?" "Just do it, dammit!" As he raised his leg, he felt a second finger start to enter his asshole. He grimaced a little and started to protest the invasion of her second finger. She looked at him and the smile turned more to a leer. "This is gonna hurt, unless you relax that butt of yours!" "Gloria, I don't want this..... OUCH...." as the second finger was pushed all the way in. She finger fucked him for a couple of minutes, until he started to loosen his sphincter muscle. Gloria's smile returned, as she twirled her fingers around in his asshole. "That starting to feel good sweetie?" Phil just nodded his head, as his teeth clenched together. There was no doubt in his mind that she was going to fuck him tonight. He found that if he relaxed his asshole, it didn't seem to hurt as much. In fact, he was surprised that it was starting to feel good. Surprisingly, Gloria pulled both fingers out of his asshole, and turned around and lit another joint. She took a couple of hits, and then gave it to Phil. He shook his head no, but she insisted. As he took a big drag, and held the smoke in his lungs, his head started to get light. He noticed that she must have taken her bathrobe off, as it was laying in a pile beside the chair, and she was now standing up and working with some straps that were going around her ass. She must have stood up and pulled the strap on, over her legs, he thought. He started to say something about not right now, but she gave him a look and told him to take another hit. As he did as he was told, she turned around, and he got his first glimpse of the dildo. It was fucking huge, he thought. It had to be at least 7 inches long. As Gloria was tightening the straps, she got a weird look on her face, as she told him to get up. "Okay, get down there on your hands and knees." "No Gloria, please...." "Come on Phil, don't be a pussy. Your gonna love this!" On the couch, Mack was starting to laugh, as he saw the slender white husband get down on his hands and knees. Missy's eyes got as big as silver dollars, as she realized that Mack's wife was going to fuck her husband. Surely he would not allow her to do that to him, she thought. As Gloria scooted up behind Phil, she started rubbing some KY jelly over the black phallus. As she moved a little more forward, and Phil felt the black dildo press against his asshole, he tightened up. "Now if you tighten up, this will hurt! Just pretend that your going to take a shit, and it will help." Phil didn't believe her, but Gloria did not try to enter him, until it looked like his asshole stopped puckering, and she took that opportunity to give a slight push and the head of it popped in. "Oh fuck........" "Be still!" She waited until it looked like his asshole stopped clutching at the dildo, and then she pushed the first couple of inches in. Phil's head dropped down in submission, as she grabbed his hips and slowly started buggering him. The searing pain was starting to go away, and the numbing started to set in. He thought that it almost felt good, but he wasn't going to say that so they could hear him. "SON OF A BITCH!!!! and with that, Missy had her first orgasm of the night. Mack still had not cum, but he doubted that he would, as his cock was so hard from watching his wife fuck the white guy, that he lifted Missy up, and set her back on the couch. She slumped into a pile as she felt her cum seeping out between her legs and running down on the fabric of the couch. Mack went over to his wife, to get a closer look at what she was doing. She was taking long slow strokes, and going from almost all the way out, to pushing her body hard against Phil's ass cheeks. "Damn woman, your doing a pretty good job fucking this sissy." After watching her fucking for a minute, Mack suddenly got an idea. He moved over to the front of Phil, and bent down so that his cock was the same height as Phil's face. A grin spread over his face as he grabbed his cock and slapped his cheeks with it. "Come on Phil, open up." Phil's eyes opened up, and he was staring at the wet black cock that had just fucked his wife. He shook his head no, but his mouth opened up and he took the black knob in. "WATCH the fucking teeth!" On the couch, Missy sat in a daze, as she watched the black couple sodomize and face fuck her husband. She felt revulsion, and at the same time started having another orgasm That night, after Gloria had pulled out, she had offered Phil's ass to her husband, but he lost interest in Phil, and went back over to Missy. That is when the black couple both fucked the white wife. They took turns at face fucking her while the other fucked her cunt. It had been Mack who had finally taken her asshole, but at that point Missy really didn't care anymore. The numerous orgasms had put her in a state of constant need for sexing. Phil had not tried to stop it, but instead lay on the floor, trying to recuperate from the fucking Gloria had given him. By midnight, the black couple had done everything that they had wanted to do, and had told them to get dressed. It had hurt, when Phil had tried to sit down in the car, but he knew there was no other way of getting home. Missy on the other hand, wasn't feeling much pain. Her cunt had been battered so much, that any pain she might have felt from being sodomized was long gone. She had a slight smile on her face as she looked out of the window as they were going home. It had fucking hurt, but without a doubt it had been the best sexing she had ever experienced. She knew her husband was hurting, but she also knew that her husband had not fought it when the black couple had double up on him. She assumed, and rightly so, that he was truly cuckold now, and if she wanted this to happen again, he wouldn't object much. Missy and Phil Ch. 02 Well, not tomorrow night, she thought. But, next weekend for sure....... Missy and Phil Ch. 03 The phone rang, and Gloria picked it up.... "Hello?" "Hi Gloria, it's Missy, is Mack there?" "Hang on" "Hey sweet cheeks, glad you called, I was just thinking of you." "Mack, may we come over this weekend sometime?" Mack smiled to himself, as he knew this one had an itch between her legs that needed scratching. "Well sure Missy, how about 9 on Saturday evening? I've got some running around to do on Friday night, and on Saturday some of my buddies will be here, but I see no reason you can't either.... Uhm hang on, Gloria wants something." "Yea yea, I know. She said to be sure and bring Phil along. I think she has plans for him again." "Uhmmm, what about your company? I mean, how is that going to work out?" Mack laughed, "You don't need to worry about them. That will be all taken care of." And before she could reply, he had hung up. Missy looked at the phone for a second, and then shrugged her shoulders. Immediately she started thinking about that big cock again, and how he seemed to be in control of everything. She gave it a fleeting thought about his buddies being there, and if this was gonna be done in another room while they were there, but then those thoughts about that huge cock of his filling her up, came back to the surface. When Phil came home, she hit him with the news, before he even had time to pull his shoes off. "Honey, I talked with Mack, and he wants us to come over at 9 on Saturday." Phil hesitated as he thought that maybe they might take a little break from going back over the Gloria and Mack's house for another bout of sex. "Uhmm, okay...... I just thought that maybe we were gonna go slow with this stuff." She had planned this little talk with him for the last hour, so she was prepared for any reply he might come up with. She fibbed a little when she said "Gloria said to bring your butt over, as she has special plans for you." Immediately, Phils' asshole puckered up a little. "And I suppose that Mack wants some more of that special lovin, as he calls it." "Phil, don't start! We talked about this the other night. It turned you on, to see him take me, and also to have me watch as Gloria did you." Phil's jaw tightened up, but he knew that Missy could see that he had turned so docile when Gloria had fucked him. "Phil?" She started to smile at him. "Remember how you told me that when she fucked you, it kind of turned you on? Well it turned me on too! To see those black hands of hers pulling your hips back while she worked that strap-on on you, was really exciting. In fact, I thought that Mack was gonna take a turn at you too. Honey, I've been dying to ask you.... When he stuck that black cock into your mouth, and you started sucking on it, was that your first time?" "MISSY!" "I thought we were gonna be honest with each other? They way you sucked him, it looked like maybe you had done that before." "When I was in high school, a buddy of mine and me...." He let it drop, but he could see that she wasn't going to. "We messed around twice. He had me suck him when we were in the showers, and later that night when his folks weren't home, he called me and I went over there, and I sucked him again. That's all.... just twice!" Missy smiled. The once subdued mousy housewife was starting to open up, and dirty thoughts were going through her mind. "Did you swallow?" Phil just nodded his head, and pretended to pick up the newspaper. "So when Mack pushed that cock of his against your lips, I noticed that you didn't fight it any." "Phil?" He tried to focus on the words in the newspaper, hoping she would drop the subject. "Phil? Did you like it when he did that to you?" "Who?" "Mack, silly." Phil nodded his head again. As Missy turned to go into the kitchen to fix dinner, a knowing smile started to spread over her face. "Yes," she thought "this was going to work out okay." Phil was nervous when he rang the doorbell. He could hear several voices behind the door, and he was not so sure he wanted to find out who was there. As he pulled back a little, the door opened up, and there stood Gloria in one sexy looking outfits. Yep, definitely no bra under her tee shirt, that stopped just below the globes of her big breasts, and the hiphuggers were pulled up so tightly, that her camel toe Mons almost made it look like she was wearing nothing below. "SWEETIE!" She dragged him into the room, and Missy followed behind. There were four guys, including Mack in the room, and they all shut up, and looked at the mousy little woman who followed Phil through the door. "Hey, there is the little woman, I was telling you guys about. Missy, get that luscious bod of yours over here!" Phil was being dragged by Gloria, towards the kitchen, so Missy walked over to where Mack was sitting on the couch. "Rufus, where's your fucking manners? Get up and let the little lady sit here beside me!" The older black man with some missing teeth looked her up and down a couple of times, and then got up and went to another chair. Mack stuck his hand out, and then pulled her down onto his lap and started giving her a big french kiss. Missy started to push her hands against the black man, but then thought better of it. After all, Mack seemed to be the man in charge, as usual. When his tongue invaded her mouth, a couple of the guys started hooting and made a few off color remarks. "Man, she sure looks like she is ready." "Yep, Mack said she was easy." Missy heard the remarks, but already Mack was tugging on her shorts, and her cotton panties were starting to come off with the shorts. All of a sudden, she felt another pair of hands fondling her ass cheeks. "Geez, are they gonna be here when Mack was going to fuck her" she wondered. Mack drew back from the kiss, when he felt her stiffen up, and gave her that steely look of his. "Listen, little bit..... these are my homies, so treat them with respect!" Missy just nodded her head, as the realization was starting to set in that these guys would also be messing with her tonight. In the kitchen, Gloria had already taken charge. "Phil, get out of those clothes. I want to look at the white dick that belongs to me now." Phil started to protest, but reached for his belt buckle. "Gloria, what about those guys out there?" "Okay, this is the way it's gonna be sweetie. Your gonna get buck naked, and then get on your knees and show my puss that lovin it deserves. Now if you do a good job, then I'm gonna drain you of your first cum. Your cum is so fucking sweet, I've been dreaming about tasting it, all day." "But what about those guys out there, with Missy?" "You just worry about yourself honey child. They will take care of Missy." "You mean they are all gonna fuck her?" "Geez, your so naive. You guys came here for sex right?" She didn't wait for him to respond. "Well your both gonna get plenty of that tonight. But before they get a hold of you, I want that cum of yours, and then I want to sample that fine ass of yours again." Phils' head dropped a little, when he realized she wanted to fuck him again. "Phil, you worry too fucking much! Missy will be fine. She is gonna get more black cock than she can handle, and as far as that goes, so are you." There it was.... she had just told him that those guys out there were gonna maybe fuck him too. His cock started to give him away, as it started to rise up. Gloria smiled, as she pulled her tee off, and then shucked her hiphuggers off. Yes, everyone was gonna have a good time tonight. She knew that Phil might end up laying on the floor after everyone was done with him, but Gloria knew that tonight she was gonna have that little bitch between her legs, as she was gonna show her what real woman to woman lovin was all about. It had taken Mack, all of about a minute to pull his pants off, and have Missy sit on his cock. There had been no preliminary fondling or anything like that. Mack had just lowered her down on his cock, with her back to him again, and then had pushed her forward so that the first of the other three niggers could take a turn at her mouth. Missy knew better than to object, and she had just opened her mouth, and started sucking, until the first guy got good and hard, and then he took over and started fucking her mouth. Between gags, the guy had gotten into her throat part way, and as the tears started coming to her eyes, some snot was coming out of her nose, as the first nigger pushed forward real hard, while pulling her face into his abdomen. He was coming directly into her throat, and held his cock there so long, that Missy was starting to black out. "HEY fucker..... let's not kill her, okay!" Rufus pulled back, and his third volley of cum went into her mouth, as she started gasping for air. Mack was buried all the way in her, but he was going to be patient. He had agreed to share her with them for the first round, but after that, some of them would have to take turns with Gloria and the white husband. Phil's introduction to her pussy lips didn't last long, as Gloria was getting impatient to have another crack at his ass. Yes, she wanted it before any of Mack's buddies claimed it. She instructed him to stay on his knees, while she grabbed the strap-on off of the kitchen table, and stepped into it. She was getting quite adapt at putting it on and tightening it up. "Okay lover, let me put some KY on this, and then I'm gonna make you feel real good." After Gloria had put a couple of dollops on the dildo, she grabbed him by his hips and without taking it easy, she pushed about 3 inches in him. Phil too a deep breath, and the dildo invaded his asshole. His cocks started to soften, and this black Amazon started fucking him. Yes, she was definitely a woman who took what she wanted. It seemed that her and Mack were a lot alike. Gloria leaned forward over Phils' back and whispered. "Does it feel good baby?" Phil just nodded his head, as he concentrated on not tightening his anal muscle. He knew as long as he didn't do that, it didn't hurt so much. That plus the fact, that already the tingling was starting to return, like it had from last weekend. Yes, this black woman sure knew how to fuck a man.... Rufus had pulled out of her mouth, and in under a minute, a second cock took it's place. It was about the same size as the first one, but this guy was uncut. In fact, his fore skin completely covered the head of his cock. "Put your tongue under the fore skin girl." It took her only a second to realize that he wanted to be pleasured with her tongue. Her one hand grabbed the cock at it's base, and she pushed her tongue between the fore skin and it's cock's head. "Oh yea, now that's what I'm talking about" he moaned, as he put his fingers into her hair, so he could control the fuck. "Man Mack, you sure as fuck were right. This bitch can suck cock with the best of them!" Rufus was stroking his cock, pulling the last of the cum out of it, as he wandered into the kitchen. There the sight of Gloria fucking the white husband got his immediate attention. "Hey Gloria, I see your one of the guys now." "Fuck off Rufus, Mack said that this one is mine, till I'm done with him!" "Hey no problem. Just complimenting you on the fine fucking your doing!" Gloria ignored him while she concentrated on setting up a natural rhythm of fucking into Phils' ass. This was as erotic to her, she thought, as it surely was for Phil. Having her hands on his hips, and controlling the fuck, turned her on so much, that she knew she would be squirting in no time at all. A nasty smile spread over her face as she continued fucking Phil, while slowly leaning forward. When her face was close to the smaller white man's neck, she knew what she wanted to do. Her lips locked onto the side of his neck, and she started sucking real hard on the flesh. Yes, she was gonna mark up this white boy, so that his wife would know who he belonged to. As she was sucking up the blood through his skin, she could hear Missy coughing. Yep, right on schedule, she thought. The second one must have unloaded into the little white cunts mouth. Pretty soon, all three of them would have emptied their loads in her mouth, and then they would come looking for her and Phil. Mack had shared Gloria with his buddies many times, and she in a way liked it, cause it gave her the thrill of having more than just his cock. "OH FUCK.........!" Glorias' head sprung up, and some of her sweat splattered across Phils' back, as she drove the strap-on hard into his ass. A powerful squirt of cum hit the backside of the strap-on, as her first release came. The little hairs on the back of her neck stood out, as she realized that she had again fucked this white guy, and as far as she was concerned, he belonged to her. As she pulled out of him, the kitchen door swung open again, and Minor stumbled in, stroking the mess he had on his cock. Evidently Missy had not been ordered to clean up the mess, but then Gloria saw why. Minor walked up to Phil, who was breathing real hard from the fucking he had just received, and he grabbed the white husband by his hair and started to rub his cock over Phils' lips. "Come on boy, open up and clean the mess your wife left!" Phil didn't even hesitate, when the black cock was pushed against his lips. He opened up and about 4 inches of wet, slimy cock invaded his mouth. On the other end, he felt someones hands pull his hips back up so he was again on all fours. Rufus looked down at the gaping hole that Gloria had just exited from, and he pushed forward. His cock met no resistance as he plunged in all the way to his balls. "Oh fuck, yea.... he almost feels like a bitch!" Gloria was taking her strap-on off, as she knew that pretty soon, someone was going to be wanting to fuck her. Well, it didn't matter anymore, as she just had one of the stronger orgasms in quite some time. As she walked into the living room, carrying the strap-on in one of her hands, she saw Missy being mouth fucked. A smile spread across her face, as she realized that by the time they were done with her, that little white cunt would do anything that they told her to do. Mack unloaded deep in Missy's cunt, just as the last guy was dropping a load down her throat. She was still coughing from the last guy, but no one paid any attention. She was just a white cunt to use for their pleasure. What Missy and Phil didn't know, was that Mack's buddies had each paid $50 to have a crack at this white couple. So the money was in Mack's pocket and what he considered as a favor to his 3 buddies, was all in an evenings pleasure. As Missy was left breathing hard on the couch, the two niggers that had just done her, were going towards the kitchen. Missy kind of figured out that they were going to work Phil over, but at this point that didn't bother Missy all that much. What kept going around in the back of her mind, as Gloria pulled her face towards the black flesh of her cunt, was these black guys sure knew how to deliver the goods. It seemed that each time they had hooked up with Gloria and Mack, the fucking seemed to get better and better. And to top it off, there had been no drinking or pot smoking. It had all been erotic releases, without any stimulants. Missy didn't have to be forced to stick her tongue between the black cunt lips of Gloria. Those lips seemed to be covered by a wetness, that she soon realized was Glorias' cum. Yes, very sweet, and dammit, there was a lot of it to lick up......