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A Faithful Wife

By: mark_8675309



Part One: 

I would have to say, looking back over the past 16 months, that my good friend Tina is largely to blame for many of the events that have transpired. It is safe to say that the majority of the events that have rocked my otherwise calm and predictable world were set into motion as a direct result of conversations. Most of these conversations were initiated and led by her, with another friend and I who all worked together as nurses in the Emergency Room of St. Regis General Hospital.

At the time when it all began, I was pretty well convinced my life and future were set. Having just graduated from nursing school, I then married my life-long school sweetheart. We had been together as long as I could remember. Quite literally, since we were children having grown up on the same block with each other, sharing all the same friends, and attending the same school.

There was never much doubt in our minds that Jem and I would marry when we grew up. It was a given. All of our friends and families would have agreed on this point.

As our dearest childhood friend and confident Tim used to say, "Jane and Jem have been 'steady eddies' since they were born, and will be until the day they die!"

I suppose a few words about me and Jem would be appropriate at this point of the story. At the time that these events took place; I had just arrived at the ripe old age of 22, and recently become newest (if not most naïve) RN at St. Regis, and boy, was I proud of it. Getting through nursing school was no easy feat (though I was a very avid student, and graduated in the top 5 of my class). 

I am approximately 5'5" tall, with jet black, straight, shoulder length hair and a somewhat pale complexion. I have big, hazel eyes that are accentuated by my glasses, which people have told me give me a studious and intelligent look (which works for me). 

If you are a male, the first thing you might notice about me is that I am fairly chesty. Not that I have HUGE boobs, but they are ample 36Cs, and I have an extremely petite frame (weighing in at a rotund 92 pounds), so my chest has always somewhat stood out on me! According to Jem it is definitely my most 'amazing physical attribute'. His words, not mine. I have always been proud of my breasts, and they do seem to get me noticed – whether I like it or not sometimes!

Though only Jem would know this, my nipples are long and seem to become rock hard fairly easily. In fact, it's not just my nipples which become hard, but rather, my entire quarter-sized areola seems to puff up. Jem tells me that my ass is full and round, and that it fills out whatever I happen to be wearing (which is usually a tight pair of jeans if I'm not working and my white nurses uniform if I am). 

The thing that attracted me to Jem at a very early age was his extreme kindness, consideration, and sweetness toward me. As we were growing up, he was the big brother that I never had – though as we got older it turned out that Jem didn't grow to be too BIG of a brother. When we got into high school, and everyone started growing, Jem stopped. He topped out at 5'5" – the same height as me. Our friends used to always tease us that when we got married, we wouldn't need those little people on the top of our wedding cake, they would just put us up there. HA-HA, real funny, right?

Anyway, you could safely say that Jem and I pretty much grew up together. In the process, we learned to trust one another, and fell madly in love. When I graduated from nursing school, and he graduated in the field of accounting and finance, we decided not to wait any longer, and tied the knot, not giving the fact that neither of us had ever dated anyone else even a second thought. Why should we? We were happy and had already found exactly what we wanted.

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As I had previously indicated, I had recently acquired 2 new friends at St. Regis; Tina and Raquel – though it seemed that I was working with Tina more than Raquel, though sometimes we all worked together. 

Having only recently graduated, I was the youngest of the group by a couple of years, making me an easy target for Tina, who loved to tease and shock me whenever possible. 

In the many repeated long hours that Tina and I had worked together, I got to know a great deal about her past. It seems that she – like me, had married her school sweetheart right out of nursing school. However, about a year ago, Tina had come home unexpectedly only to find her new husband cheating on her with their new neighbor. Needless to say, Tina was completely crushed and heartbroken. This rather horrible experience had served to make Tina more than a little bit hard and cynical. It was truly a shame for such a lovely young lady who was really just getting started in her young adult life. I truly felt sorry for her.

I felt sorry for her until a few months ago, that is! Growing tired of moping around the house, and fearing that she would just sit at home and become 'another fat nurse' (her words, not mine), Tina joined the local gym so that she could get into a regular workout schedule.

This had changed her life forever! It seems that Tina had signed up to have a personal trainer help her get started with her new workout. The new personal trainer was apparently a chiseled, handsome, black guy whom Tina was immediately attracted to, as he seemed to be the opposite of her ex-husband in every way.

Joining up at that gym would serve to be the single event that would not only change Tina's life, but also all of our little group-forever. 

In the beginning, it had become a game for Tina to simply try to shock us (Raquel and I) by sharing personal details from their sex life. Raquel, though a couple years my senior, is single, and comparatively shy-so she doesn't go out much. She is about my height, Latino, with typical dark Latino features. She is about my height, and has a similar build as me, petite, but with less curves. 

Tina is an attractive, dirty blonde. She is a bit on the heavier side, though not at all fat. She would thrill herself by shocking Raquel and I in any and every way she possibly could. And as time went by, she became quite good at it!

Sometimes Tina and Raquel would conspire together to try to catch me with some naughty detail – trying to gauge what my reaction would be. They were always quite proud of themselves when they would shock, embarrass tease, and otherwise simply entertain me. 

Our little game was harmless enough, and what it did was serve to completely entertain all of us, making the working hours more bearable and fun-and passing the time. Though I was the target of their covert endeavors, it really didn't bother me, in fact, I completely enjoyed it. Plus, I have to admit, I was fascinated with hearing about Tina's new life, and couldn't seem get enough of it. It served to allow me to live vicariously through her.

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As previously stated, I married my childhood sweetheart. In so doing, let's face it; I had precious little to compare my husband Jem to. He was my first and only. He was my little man whom I loved more than life itself. Though we had a great sex life together, I really couldn't compete with what Tina would talk about pretty much everyday. Hers was – well, unusual to say the least and mine was predictable and – I guess you would have to say normal – if not every day or commonplace.

I had never engaged in casual sex with someone I didn't know. I had never gotten picked up at a bar. I had never engaged in a one-night-stand. Frankly, none of those ideas held any appeal to me. For me, sex was something reserved for that special someone that you were completely in love with and devoted to. 

When it comes to sex with Jem, I have been completely uninhibited. He has bought me sexy, revealing clothes, lingerie, bikinis, etc. and I have no problem getting dressed up and looking sexy for him. Not that I mind the attention and sideways glances I receive from other men when I dress sexy, but I never intentionally show off for anyone other than my husband.

I also never had the slightest complaint about sex with Jem. To me, we were completely compatible, and we had a fulfilling and wonderful sex life together. But then, I never really had anything to compare to. Jem has never really had any competition. That is, until Tina started talking about her recent adventures-then Jem wound find himself in direct competition with my imagination!

It all began one night when all three of us were working together. Tina, Raquel, and I were put on the same shift. This didn't happen very often. Normally only two of us worked together. But on this particular evening, things looked like they were going to be busy all evening, so the shift supervisor called Tina to come in. When we were a couple of hours into our shift, things slowed to a crawl. Tina and Raquel had been on break for about 10 minutes; when I completed my tasks and rushed down to join them before they went back to work.

As I neared where they were sitting in the break room, I overheard Tina talking loudly and Raquel laughing loudly, and making replies like, "No Way!" And "you are making that up" and the like. So, needless to say, I was eager to hear what was going on!

"So do you think you are in love with him?" Raquel was asking.

"Ha, that's a laugh," replied Tina. "I'm actually pretty sure I don't even like him. Personality-wise he is a complete arrogant/asshole/jerk," laughed Tina.

"Well why do you keep seeing him then?" Asked Raquel, being coyer than I believed she really was. As I approached, I slowed my pace to listen from a distance. What I didn't realize was that they could see me in the hallway mirror, and knew I was in the doorway listening. So, the majority of this talk was for my benefit!

"Oh, he's alright I guess. Let's just say, he's got it where it counts!" exclaimed Tina.

"What do you mean?" prodded Raquel.

"You know – he's LARGE in the ways that matter!" answered Tina, causing both young nurses to erupt in laughter that made them sound more like junior high girls sharing some secret.

I found myself chuckling in the hallway also. However, the odd thing was, it was as if I had been completely broadsided out of nowhere, I suddenly, and unexpectedly felt myself getting turned on! Even though I had never met this guy – I had never even so much as seen him – the IDEA of him being LARGE where it counted caught me off guard in such a way as to get my heart beating a little faster.

Raquel obviously was hoping for more details, (I wondered if the talk was having the same effect on her) she asked, "So I guess size does matter then?"

Smiling evilly, Tina answered, "It does seem to have its advantages!" causing us all to giggle a little bit more.

Tina went on, "Let's put it this way, I had no idea when I was married to that cheating little scum what I was missing out on. At best, his little worm of a dick was maybe five and a half inches long – and that was on a good day. Mike has that EASILY doubled! And it's not just the length. Worm Boy was about as round as my pinky, and Mike is about as round as your Coke can!"

"Ouch! That doesn't hurt you?" asked Raquel.

"The first time he put it inside me it did for about the first 2 minutes. But he took his time, used lubrication, and before I knew it I was being taken to heights I never even knew existed!"

"Oh hi Jane!" piped Raquel to me as I wandered into the room. "Tina was just filling me in on all that I'm missing out on!"

Tina continued without even missing a beat though. "And there's something else about him too, that makes him amazingly sexual. When I was with the wimpy worm dick boy, I would never take any shit off him, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, we definitely know," I laughed, winking at Raquel.

"Seriously, though. The way Mike talks to me is totally different. He will TELL me to do things. Not ask or request or put me on equal terms or any of that stuff. He literally will TELL me to do things. And he is so authoritative – so – I don't know how to phrase this – the word aggressive comes to mind, though that's not really it. He's extremely assertive, and confident. It does border on being egotistical or arrogant or whatever you want to call it, but he's so amazingly masculine, and I find myself so excited when he's around – that I WANT to do what he tells me. It becomes some sort of primeval or instinctive sort of thing. Instinct takes over in place of logic. I WANT to do anything I can to please him. I've seriously NEVER felt that way about a guy before."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I never have either," I said, thinking that if Jem TOLD me to do things, I'd certainly call him on it, and not let him get away with it.

"Like he'll say something like, 'just shut up & suck my dick'. And you'd think I'd be all in his face about it. Instead, I find myself on my knees in front of him – just obeying. It's almost like he has some kind of mind control over me or something! Only, it's not scary – and I never want it to end! And I don't feel in love for him at all. It's just plain & simple raw and hard sex. It's all physical. Neither of us has any allusions that it's anything other than this incredible physical attraction!"

I found that I had just been standing there in front of them; slack jawed, as I always was when Tina started telling us about her personal life.

We all giggled. I sat down, and they had to head back to work, so that was the end of the conversation for the moment. However, after they went back, I was left on my own with my imagination running over Tina's latest disclosures.

Certain phrases seemed to burn themselves into my brain. Like: "Size Matters" and "He's LARGE in ways that matter". Also, the comparison between her ex-husband and her new boyfriend seemed to bother me a bit. As I had indicated, Jem has always been a pretty small guy. I had never really thought much about it, but I was pretty sure his dick was probably the same size as Tina's ex. So, every time she called him Little Worm Dick, or whatever, I would instantly get a vision of Jem's erection in my mind. 

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Part Two - Story Time Continues

The idea of being unfaithful never even occurred to me. Sure, Tina's stories were entertaining – even exciting, but I was with the love of my life-my soul-mate, and nothing could ever threaten or shake that. 

Still, being a young, newly married, and extremely inexperienced young wife, I was finding it was awfully fun hearing about Tina's wild times. Though the whole thing seemed incredibly naughty to me, I never felt like I was in any way wronging Jem. And besides, I found myself looking forward to hearing more and more about Tina and Mike's wild adventures. It was a safe and controlled fantasy release for me. I figured if anything, Jem would surely benefit from me participating in these story-times, as when I went home, he would be the soul recipient of my excitement!

As I mentioned before, Tina and I are both nurses who worked together at the same hospital. As it turned out, over a time period, we seemed to work together nearly everyday. I found Tina fast becoming my best friend. 

We would spend break times together with her sharing her most intimate secrets with me....and with me drinking them hungrily in, rarely contributing anything from my own rather boring and predictable life. Tina had pretty much already lived what I was involved in prior to her rat husband cheating on her, so I didn't really have much to add to the conversations. And that was fine with me, I much preferred listening anyway.

It seemed that some time ago, after Tina had her heart broken by her ex-husband, she had met Mike at her local health club. Though his personality left something to be desired, he was rocking her world sexually. He was a very large black man, built like a professional athlete, and according to Tina was LARGE in all the right places. And Tina was not shy about telling about it - telling ALL about it-in graphic detail!

She said that she wasn't in love with him at all, but that their sex life was so amazing that it completely made up for it. She told me that he was the best lover she ever had. She literally raved on & on about him, stating that he could make love to her for hours and hours without ever slowing down or having his cock go soft. She said that her husband was lucky to keep it up for 15 minutes before shooting his load, then rolling over and going straight to sleep! (At this, I thought that Jem wasn't far behind her ex in this category).

She also went on that he had the most immense dick she had ever encountered in her life. She said it had to be at LEAST 2 times and possibly 3 times as large as her ex-worm-dick (that she so affectionately called him). What's more, whenever he would put his amazing cock inside her, she felt so completely filled up – that anything she had ever had in the past completely paled compared to it. In fact, after having sex with Mike the first time, she felt as if she was completely over her ex-husband. She said that she never even thought about his little worm dick anymore. (Again, the vision of Jem's erection popped into my mind, as it did every time she said this – which was quite often, actually).

I found myself just sitting there, staring with my mouth agape – taking in every word she said as if she were sharing The Holy Grail with me or something.

"Mike has quite literally ruined me for any other man I'm afraid," lamented Tina. "I don't know if all black guys are built like him – I have to doubt it. I know there's that stereotype about black guys being so much bigger – and I still don't really believe it. But, if all black guys are like my man, I feel sorry for white guys!"

Tina went on and on like this, going into intricate detail, telling me about all the different positions her and Mike would use, about the dirty things he would whisper in her ear while he was fucking her, how he could last forever without cumming, how sometimes he fucked her so hard it was almost scary how physical it was. She even told me about the amazingly expert way he would lick her clit to get her wet and ready for his massive cock.

It seemed that every time we had one of these conversations she would reveal more and more to me. She would go into more personal erotic detail, and I would become more and more turned on! One afternoon she spent an entire lunch hour describing the things they had done the night before. By the time she was done, I was horny, frustrated, and felt as if I would have to run home and jump on Jem the first chance I got! Unfortunately, I still had hours to go on my shift, so I wound up sneaking off into the ladies' room and playing with my pussy until I came just to relieve the maddening tension that was building!

That night when I got off, I indeed DID jump Jem the moment I got home. I basically walked through the door and grabbed his crotch as I locked him in a physical power-kiss. He didn't know what hit him. As we stood in the entryway of our house, I ripped open his pants, and dropped to my knees.

It was likely the very first time I critically looked at Jem's cock and balls. It was rock hard, and already leaking pre-cum from me attacking him. As I stared at it, I realized that his cock exactly matched the description Tina was constantly cutting down regarding her ex-husband! That meant it was somewhere around 5 inches long. In addition, he had scarcely any hair covering his cock and boy-sized testicles. I probably never would have given this a second thought, since his was the only one I had ever seen or ever planned to see. However, with all the talk I was hearing from Tina, it did make me wonder a bit.

At this particular moment, however, I really didn't care! I was sex starved. I instantly inhaled his hard little cock into my mouth all the way. My nose crashed against his sparse pubic hair. My tongue made contact with his tiny ball sack, and I began tickling it with my tongue, until the next thing I knew, his scrotum AND cock was stuffed into my starving, sucking, devouring mouth.


A Faithful Wife?



Christina sat at her dressing table and tilted her head slightly as she watched herself in the mirror applying her dark green eye shadow. She always hated this bit, trying to keep one eye closed, but keeping her eye lid smooth whilst she watched what she was doing with her other eye. As she applied the make up, she couldn't stop her mouth opening as her jaw moved downwards involuntarily.

Once it was applied, she blinked a couple of times and leaned forward to examine her hazel eyes closely. She grunted to herself in satisfaction. No smudges and even on both eyes.

Next she opened her full lips to form an O as she applied deep red lipstick. Taking a small piece of tissue paper, she closed her lips together on it to remove any excess and then once again looked at her reflection.

"Hey Baby," she murmured to herself, "You look hawt!"

Her light brown hair was cut in a classic bob and framed her face perfectly. She put her hand to her hair and lightly smooth it with her fingers to make sure it was properly dry before she continued with her preparations.

Tonight was her night out with the girls. Her once a month indulgence. Bob, her husband had his monthly night out with the lads, drinking those hideous real ales he loved so much as he and his friends played pool.

Christina stood up and examined herself afresh in the full length mirror and liked what she saw. She was 5'3″ in her stockinged feet with a slim figure. Not so keen on the minor stretch marks that decorated either side of her stomach and the small feminine pouch just below her navel. A bulge that no amount of working out a the gym or her weekly aerobics sessions had been able to remove.

Still, the rest of the package more than made up for it. Especially in the sexy lingerie she was wearing. A lacy pale blue set. A low cut bra that held her small, but perfectly formed breasts and the matching panties and suspender belt. The underwear was finished off with a pair of dark, but sheer silk stockings.

Christina always wore stockings, she knew how much Bob loved them. She smiled slightly to herself, after fifteen years of marriage, he still found her as sexy and irresistible as the day they had first started seeing each other. And truth be told, she felt exactly the same way about him. Christina loved Bob to distraction.

Her smile slipped slightly as she admitted to herself that lately things seemed to be getting a little stale in the bedroom. She had just started a new job as the executive assistant for a professor at the university and Bob worked long hours as an advertising copy writer.

Not that there was anything really wrong with their sex life as such, she just couldn't help thinking that after their years together and two children, it wasn't the same as it was... Not quite.

She picked up the black knee length skirt from the bed and stepped into it. Christina shimmied it up her lithe legs, always in her opinion, her best feature and then slipped on a sheer white blouse that was just this side of see through.

Once again she looked at her reflection and could see that the pale blue of the bra was just visible under the blouse. Sexy but not tarty is what she was going for and Christina thought it fitted the bill.

Behind her, the bedroom door opened and Bob entered their bedroom. He eyed his wife as she slipped on her patent leather black high heeled shoes and whistled his appreciation.

She glanced at him smiling and said, "You like?"

Bob laughed, "Damned straight! Makes me think of keeping you in the bedroom and not letting you out until tomorrow morning."

Christina struck the classic pose, one knee slightly in front of the other with a hand on one hip, "And just how would you convince me not to escape?"

He wiggle his fingers and leered at her, "I'm sure I could think of something."

Bob watched her for a moment and then said, "I may follow you just to beat the men off. I'll even bring a shitty stick to do it!"

Christina giggled and then looked at the clock on the bedside. Her eyes widened as she realised the time, it was ten minutes short of 7PM, "Christ! Courtney'll be here in a minute. she rushed pat him, stopping to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, "Gotta go."

Bob stepped back slightly to let her past, "Okay Gorgeous, have fun."

As Christina hurried down the stairs and out of the front door pausing only to grab her coat and handbag, she shouted over her shoulder, "I'm off, Bye. Don't wait up. Love you!"

The front door slammed behind her.

Three hours and several cocktails later saw Christina sat in a booth with a few of her friends, laughing, chatting and giggling. Usually at the men who came over to hit on them. Normally with chat up lines that seemed to come out of a book... And not a terribly good one.

Each time someone had approached Christina, she gave the same answer, a breath taking smile, a wiggling of her left hand to display her gold wedding band and the words, "Sorry, you're fifteen years too late."

A few of her friends had taken to the dance floor a couple of times for a dance and some light flirting, but Christina didn't. She was content to sit in the booth, drink and gossip.

She didn't see the tall, dark haired man standing at the bar. He accepted his drink, paid and then let his eyes sweep the room, settling on Christina. A light grin briefly touched his face and a twinkle appeared in his blue eyes.

He walked across the crowed bar, skirting the dance floor as he bore down upon his quarry. When he reached her table, he leaned down slightly and said, "Excuse me."

Christina, deep in giggly conversation didn't notice him there until Courtney indicated with a flick of her head that he was there.

Christina looked round at him, she had to admit that he didn't look like the usual men that came to chat her up. Not a drunken youngster, old enough to drink, but too young to do so responsibly or the middle-aged men either married and looking for fun or single... And at that age, single for some very good reasons.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

He flashed her a smile and said, "Hi. I'm Allen. And I wondered if you'd like a dance."

She wiggled her wedding ring and answered, "Sorry."

In reply, he did the same to show his own gold ring, "Me too."

She gave him a somewhat old fashioned look, "Then you should know better than to go chasing women in bars," before turning back to Courtney to continue her interrupted chat.

Uninvited, Allen slipped into the booth next to her, his thigh touching hers lightly in the crowded space and said, "Sorry, I think you misunderstood. I'm married, yes and I'm not looking for anything more than a dance."

Christina grimaced slightly, not sure she liked the way he had invited himself to sit next to her, "Look! I'm not interested."

He smiled again and replied, "I'm not from round here. I'm far from home and just looking for a bit of fun," he held both hands up before continuing, "Not that sort of fun. Just dance or two and a laugh. I was with my mates, but they're all busy sharking after women and that's not my thing."

Courtney and Christina watched him in silence.

He shrugged, "I just wanted a dance. That's all."

Christina read his expression. She had to admit that he didn't seem to be giving of the signals that she had come to expect over the years. She couldn't detect any artifice, and after the many, many times she had been hit on, she knew what to look for. The body language, the pale stripe of skin on the third finger of the left hand that indicated a removed wedding band.

He had an open expression and she had to admit he was handsome and very much to her personal taste. He also seemed to have an air about him, an aura of loneliness. Not like that of the desperate losers that swarmed over all of the women who came in here, but simply that of someone looking for some human company.

Christina's expression softened. This stranger was having an effect on her, even after just a few words being shared.

She put her misgivings to the back of her head and said, "Just a dance? You're not gonna get all grabby are you?"

Allen laughed, "No. I'm happily married. All I want is a dance. And a good laugh with a new friend."

"Oh go on then."

Allen stood up and held out a hand to help Christina shuffle round the table and out of the booth before leading her to the dance floor.

Courtney sat in the booth with a nonplussed expression and watched her friend walk to the dance floor. This was new.

The music was a modern dance track and they started dancing. Christina wasn't terribly good at dancing, but she did enjoy it and she could see that Allen was just as bad as she was. For some reason, she found it to be quite endearing and also another clue that he was no player. The pick up artists generally had all the moves on the dance floor carefully designed to impress.

They danced together for a couple of tracks until the music changed and the a slow number started.

Christina was okay with the up tempo music, but less comfortable with the songs written with slow, close dancing and made to walk back to the booth.

Allen reached out and touched her upper arm with his fingers, "Fancy a slow dance?"

His touch made her shiver slightly. She said uncertainly, "I shouldn't."

Allen flashed her another smile, "Come on. Let your hair down. It's just a dance."

She could feel her resolve weakening, "Okay... Just one."

Christina moved closer to him and placed her hands on his shoulders, she had to reach up to reach as he stood about 6'1″. She stiffened her arms automatically in order to be able to dance but also to try and keep him from getting too close.

In his turn, Allen placed his hands lightly on her waist and then they started to move in time with the romantic love song blaring from the speakers. And once again, she couldn't help but shiver.

She could feel the hidden strength in his hands and he held her even though his touch was light and gentle.

She could smell the aroma of his aftershave and it was intoxicating. Without thinking about it, she moved closer to him, her breasts pushed against his torso and she felt his hands slide slowly from her sides to wrap her in a warm embrace. In return, her hands snaked from his shoulders and around his neck.

In her mind, she knew what she was doing was wrong. Only her husband should hold her like this, but she was lost in the moment and in the arms of this tall, strong handsome man, she just couldn't help herself. She was starting to feel like she used to all those years ago when her time with Bob was fresh, new and exciting.

Christina could feel her body responding to the way she was feeling. Her nipples were hardening and she could feel her pussy moistening.

She knew it was wrong, but she didn't want it to end. She was wrapped in the embrace of a man and was starting to feel the sensations of excitement that she remembered from early in her relationship with Bob.

Christina wanted to pull away from the Allen and run back to her table, but she couldn't. The excitement was building and she could feel her belly warming in spite of her misgivings.

As they danced, their bodies pressed closer and she could feel something prodding against her stomach. Christina knew that he was just as excited as she was.

Eventually the music came to an end and Christina drew away from Allen and looked up into his face. He smiled gently at her and then slowly leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips.

She accepted the kiss, but then drew away sharply, "I'm sorry, I can't. I'm married... Remember?"

Allen's expression betrayed his own feelings of guilt, "I know. And so am I. I'm sorry, but you are so beautiful I can't help myself. I've been stuck in this town for nearly a month now, far away from home and my wife. I never meant for anything more than a dance and a laugh..."

As they spoke, neither noticed that they still hadn't disengaged from their embrace.

He continued, "But I never expected to meet someone as gorgeous as you. I know that sounds corny, but it is no less true for all that."

The combination of cocktails and her own physical excitement was battering down her defences. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help being swept away by the sensations and feelings straight from her courtship with Bob.

Against her better judgement, Christina looked up into his eyes. "God!" she thought to herself, "His eyes are so blue!"

Once again, Allen moved his face to hers and kissed her. Their lips slowly opened and then their tongues began to lightly press into each other's mouths.

Christina knew it was wrong, but her passion was rising, she was falling, she knew that, falling into an abyss of desire and physical need.

Bob was forgotten, her children Sally and Daniel were forgotten. All she could think about was the passion that this handsome man was inflaming within her.

The kiss ended and Allen whispered, "Come with me. I want to make love with you. I know it's wrong, I can't help myself, I just want to make you happy at least for a short time."

In spite of herself, Christina answered breathlessly, "Where can we go?"

"I'm staying at a hotel about five minutes away."

Christina was more excited than she had been for a long time and any feelings of guilt had no chance against the intense sexual desire that was burning deep within her.

A short time later, Allen used his key card to open the door to his room and waved Christina inside.

She walked slowly into the room and stared at the large double bed that dominated the space. Almost as though in a dream, she still couldn't believe what she was going to do. The feelings of guilt started to rise within her again, but they dissipated as she felt Allen move close behind her and wrap his arms around her torso.

Gently kissing the side of her neck, his hands moved up to cup her breasts. He pinched her nipples through her clothing and Christina couldn't help but moan. She couldn't help herself, it was too late. She was so turned on that she knew it was going to happen. She was going to have sex with Allen.

His hands slowly moved down to the hem of her blouse and he lifted it up and over her head. Then he gently turned her round, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply with such passion that Christina knew that she was going to make love with this gorgeous man.

Once again his arms wrapped her in a tight embrace, she held him tight, lips locked together and she felt his fingers unhook her bra expertly. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders and down her arms so the cups fell away from her tits.

He stopped kissing her briefly to look at her breasts. He smiled as he looked back into her eyes and she could see the blue glisten like icy water, but not cold... Warm... Burning hot.

"Gorgeous," was all he said as he helped her out of the bra completely. Once again they kissed and his cupped her left breast in his hand, flicking her nipple with his thumb.

She let her hands slide up his chest and started undoing the buttons of his shirt and then pulled it out of his trousers. She took a moment to gave at his manly torso, not chiselled, but with a hint of definition that indicated a fine set of muscles.

Christina took one of his nipples in her mouth an gently suckled on it as her hands pulled his belt and trousers open. As she did so, Allen pulled open the zip on the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Christina stepped out of it and then knelt down in front of him. Her belly was on fire and her thoughts were lustfully anticipating what his hard cock would look like. She gripped his trousers and pants and pulled them down, freeing his rock hard cock. It twitched as she took a gently grip of it.

It was bout 7 inches long and very thick. She moved her face to it and her tongue flicked out, lightly touching his hot, hard flesh. Then without warning, Christina slipped the head of his cock between her lips and lashed it with her tongue.

Allen groaned as he felt the hot wetness surround his turgid member and his knees almost buckled. Slowly, Christina slid his cock in and out of her mouth, gradually increasing her speed.

His hnds reached down to hold her head gently as she worked her lips and tongue on him, "That feels fantastic," he murmured.

Christina's nipples were almost painfully hard and her pussy was leaking, she was so wet. She stopped sucking and looked up at him as she continued to work her hand up and down his length, "Come for me... I want to taste you."

Then she returned to the task of teasing his cock with her mouth, her eyes burned as she stared up at him, never losing his eye.

He shuddered and groaned, "I'm coming... I'm gonna come."

His cock twitched as he shot stream after stream of his seed into her mouth. Chrstina swallowed convulsively, desperate not to miss any of the seminal fluid that hit the back of her throat.

Allen's face was flushed and he was breathing heavily as he assisted Christina back to her feet. Somewhat unsteady on his feet, he pushed her gently backwards towards the bed. Stopping only when her calves bumbed into the side of the mattress. Then he knelt down in front of her and slid her panties down her legs to her ankles.

Christina sat down on the bed and allowed Allen to completely remove her panties, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs, presenting her shaven, smooth pussy to him.

Allen smiled and leaned forward, he could see she was soaking and he inhaled the sweet aroma of her excitement. He planted a quick, delicate kiss on her pussy lips causing Christina to jump slightly. His tongue slid along the length of her lips as he used his finger and thumb to spread her puffy vaginal lips apart, presenting her swollen clit.

Christina cried out as she felt his tongue on her clit. He formed a spear with the tip of his tongue and concentrated on her button, every once in a while letting it slide down her pussy lips and then back up to continue the attack on her clit.

She lay back, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she grabbed his hair in her hands. Her breathing became more and more ragged as the heat built up in her womb, she knew that it wouldn't be long before she would orgasm due to his talented mouth working on her pussy.

Hernipples were painfully hard and Christina started to make a high pitched, keening sound in the back of her throat. Her pussy was burning hot and the waves of pleasure were increasing in intensity with every stroke of his tongue. Suddenly, without warning, her orgasm broke. Her teeth clenched tightly together and she couldn't help trying to force his face even harder into her womanhood. Waves of boiling pleasure flooded her womb just as her pussy flooded Allens face with her sweet juices.

He gave her no respite, and taking a firm grip of her thighs, pulled her towards him so her pussy was right at the edge of the bed. Then he knelt up, tall as he was, she was now perfectly positioned to let him line the head of his hard cock with her opening.

Allen lifted her legs up so that her ankles were over his shoulders and then pressed his cock forward, straight into her pussy and buried it completeely inside her. The breath was forced from her lungs as she felt his huge cock fill her up.

"Ohhh God!" was all she could say, he felt incredible inside her.

Allen waited a moment, allowing Christina the time to get used to him, he stared at her with lust filled eyes and watched her return his gaze. She looked him straight in the eye and almost snarled, "Fuck me!"

Her hands gripped the bedspread as he started to move his cock in and out of her, slowly at first, with long deep strokes, but gradually increasing in speed as passion took over and he started to lose control, soon he was slamming into her as hard and fast as he could, desperate to make her come again before he filled her with his seed.




A Faithful Wife?



She tensed and her toes curled as another orgasm washed through her. Christina's pussy clamped down hard, gripping his cock like a vice. The sudden tightening caused him to completely lose it and he slammed his cock into her as hard as he could, come erupting from his dick, flooding her womb.

Breathlessly, Allen withdrew from her and half fell, half climbed onto the bed beside Christina. Slowly, their breathing slowed as they held one another.

She turned her head to look at him and could see he was covered in a thin film of sweat. She kissed him lightly on the lips and then started to move down his body, planting delicate kisses on his hot flesh as she worked her way down to his softening cock. She licked it like a lollipop, delighting in the taste of their mixed juices that coated it. She could feel it hardening agaain as she worked on it with her tongue and lips.

Christina shuffled around without stopping what she was doing to him and raised her leg so she could present her soaking pussy to his mouth.

They had no idea how long they worked at each other with their mouths, but it wasn't long before yet another orgasm gripped her.

Allen gently but firmly lifted her off him and positioned her on the bed, so that he could spoon behind her. He lifted her thigh and felt her hand take his cock and position it once again at her entrance. His hips moved forward and once again he was embedded inside her hot pussy.

He moved in and out of her, this time though he moved slowly, so slowly, almost as though he wanted to tease her as the sensations built up in her belly.

Christina felt like she was being tortured, "Fuck me hard... Allen, just fuck me!"

It was his intention to keep going slowly, to tease and tantalise her, but the incredible feeling of her sugar walls gripping his cock stopped him from doing that. The passion built up again and he found himself involuntarily increasing both the speed and power of his thrusts.

Christina moaned with every stroke, getting louder and louder as she felt the mother of all orgasms building in the pit of her belly.

Harder, harder, faster, faster. Their bodies moved together. Slamming them together where they joined. Christina knew she would be bruised in the morning, but right now she didn't care. She needed this. She needed Allen to flood her with his come as she knew it would trigger a massive orgasm for her.

Allen groaned, "Jesus! I'm gonna blow... Ohhhhh Jesus!"

He flooded her with his seed once again, which, a she knew it would caused Christina to clamp down as a truly biblical orgasm washed through her entire body.

She screamed!

She couldn't stand it. It was an orgasm like she had never experienced before.

She was limp and exhausted. This was the best sex she had had in a long, long time.

Breathing heavily and sweating with the emotions that filled her and the sheer physical exertion of a frantic, hard sex session. Christina could do nothing, but let Allen wrap her in his arms and without further thought, drifted into a deep, contented sleep.

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Slowly, Christina's eyes opened. She could hear a shower in the background. Her brow furrowed as she realised that she wasn't in her own bedroom. She sat up and looked dreamily around at the hotel room that was littered with her clothing.

She looked over at the bedside clock and saw that it said 8:21AM.

Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand as a sharp intake of breath brought her sharply to fully awake.

She'd been out all night!

"Oh God! Oh God!"

The shower stopped, but Christina didn't notice as she dove out of the bed and struggled quickly into her clothes. She had to get home.

The bathroom door opened and Christina looked up at the man she had spent the night with, "I was here all night. I have to get home!"

He grinned at her, "Why?"

"Oh God!"

He crossed the room and gently stopped her as she rushed to get dressed, "Relax. Calm down. What's the problem?"

"We've been here all night..."

He laughed, "Don't worry. Deana didn't baby sit last night. I took the kids to your mother. She's got them for the weekend."

Christina looked into his face, uncomprehending as he continued, "I didn't book this room for the night. I booked it for the whole weekend."

Realisation dawned and a smile spread across her face. She took in the sight of her husband wrapped only in a towel and whispered, "Okay 'Allen'. What do you wanna do now?"

He let the towel fall and said, "Guess."

As she reached out to him, Christina said, "Next time, I want to seduce you."



A Faithful Wife Ch. 02



Notes to readers: Thanks for all the comments both positive and negative. As Abraham Lincoln said, "You can please some of the people some of the time, and fuck the rest," of course, I'm paraphrasing a bit.

Bottom Line: If you like stories of young/innocent/married damsels being seduced into doing naughty things, please read and enjoy. If you don't, just skip this whole series. If you do choose to read, please remember, these are all fictional fantasies of mine. I'm just sharing them with you for fun. I hope you like them, but I certainly understand if you don't. I know it's not at all realistic, but I'm just having fun - so try not to take it too seriously.

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The next day at work, Tina met Jane as she came in the door. Tina was totally excited, which left Jane wondering what crazy new thing Mike had subjected her friend to that she would soon be hearing about, in every intimate detail, during the girls' break.

"Mike really liked you when he met you," she exclaimed.

"Oh really? I don't see how he could have even noticed that I was even here the way he was sucking face & groping you!" Jane laughingly answered.

"Sorry. It's not like I can help it," laughed Tina.

"Yeah, I could see how you were bravely resisting his advances for my benefit!"

"Ha, ha, you are just too funny! Listen hun, I did something, and I'm hoping you won't be mad at me about it."

"Let me guess, it has something to do with crazy sex?" laughed Jane. 

"No, I'm serious," answered Tina.

"Well what is it?" asked Jane, beginning to be a bit concerned by her friends' seriousness.

"Well, you know that barbeque you guys are having?" asked Tina.

"Sure."

"I asked Mike if he would like to come to it".

"Oh, that's all?" asked Jane, feeling a bit relieved.

"Oh thank God. I was so worried you'd be mad about me asking him without checking with you first," breathed Tina.

"Don't be silly. Remember, you are supposed to bring a date. For you, that would be Mike, silly." 

"Yeah, well he jokingly asked me if blacks were allowed," said Tina.

"Well, as long as he doesn't mind being the only one there. As far as I know, all of our friends, as well as their dates are as white as Wonder Bread! And, considering we'll be partying in the backyard, and maybe even hitting the pool, be sure to tell him to bring his trunks!" exclaimed Jane.

"Oh you evil little wench!" erupted Tina. "I know what you're up to. You're hoping to catch sight of his monstrosity!"

"ME?!?" laughed the young wife, trying to brush it off, and at the same time hoping her friend wouldn't be offended or angry her. 

"That's OK baby, I understand. If I were still married to a little white guy, I'd be trying the same tactics!" she joked. "I could tell you were checking him out the other day," she continued.

"ME?!?" Repeated Jane again, not able to really think of anything better to say.

"Look, I understand you being a tad curious. What's more, you're welcome to look all you want! As long as there's no touching!" Tina smiled at Jane.

"No need to worry about me. Looking is about all I'm brave enough to do. I will have to let Jem know that we will be having another guest. He'll be thrilled."

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Jane felt like a school girl getting ready for the prom on the big day of the barbeque! Except, instead of donning a formal gown, she was putting on the sexiest clothes she owned, according to her husband Jem. Today she was feeling bold and flirtatious. Today she would wear the two-piece yellow bikini that totally accentuated her best feature – her tits. (Again, Jem's words).

Jane stood in front of the mirror, checking herself out in her hot bikini, as she curled her hair and brushed her teeth – the last finishing touches before the guests would arrive. As Jane prepared, she felt a wave of self-doubt overtake her. 

"You don't think this is a bit too much do you Jem?" asked Jane, suddenly panicking as she stared at the ample cleavage staring back at her in the mirror. 

Unlike any of her other suits, this bikini top held her breasts firmly, pushing them together and lifting them up. The result was an amazing showcasing of Jane's breasts.

Jem grinned wickedly. "You'll definitely be the talk of the office come Monday morning!"

"Maybe I should change into my one-piece?" asked Jane, doubtfully.

"That would be the sensible thing to do," conceded Jem. "Of course, it would also be the more BORING thing to do!"

Jane turned and punched him on the arm, as he laughed and tried to duck. Just then, she heard Tina's voice calling from the front, "Yooo-whooo-"

It was too late to back down now. The guests were starting to arrive!

Jane literally ran to the front door to greet her guests (noting with a bit of satisfaction her ample tits literally bouncing in her loose bikini top as she ran). She threw open the front door, and there were Tina and Mike. 

Tina also had on a two-piece bikini, bright blue spandex that looked almost as hot as Jane's. She was tan, blonde, and looked five years younger than she normally did at work.

It was Mike, however, that drew her eyes like a magnet toward metal. Standing tall and chiseled in his red spandex suit, he looked like he came directly from some professional sporting event, with his intimidating height, bulging muscles, and tight, rock hard abs. Jane's eyes went up and down her guest quickly and nonchalantly as she ushered them in. His massive manhood looked as if it could burst through the thin suit's confines at any moment. He truly looked like he should be a male model in a swimsuit catalog. He looked damn sexy, and it was fairly obvious – he knew it. 

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"Hi!" called Tina to her friend, breaking her out of her spell as they stood in the living room and she stared at the couple without saying anything.

"Hey sweetie!" answered Jane, throwing her arms around her best friend and embracing her in a hug. She couldn't help thinking to herself that it felt somewhat odd hugging another girl when they were both in bikinis. She could feel her ample breasts mashing against her friends somewhat smaller yet extremely firm breasts. There was no doubt, she had her friend completely beat in this department, she thought with a touch of smugness. 

Jane ushered her guests to the backyard where they had setup a beach volleyball net, there were lawn chairs set all about, a couple of kegs, as well as an open bar with all kinds of harder alcohol to be flowing the whole night long. Jem was busy at the grill cooking up the burgers already, and Mike strolled over and introduced himself. 

"You must be Tina's famous new boyfriend that I keep hearing so much about," joked Jem.

"If it's good stuff you are hearing it's all true. If it's bad, it's all lies," countered Mike. And the small talk continued from there, centering around grilling, then turning to sports, and eventually moving to cars. Jem found Mike amiable enough, though his size was certainly intimidating. He didn't seem to be the type you would want to be on the wrong side of.

Many of the other guests began arriving at that very moment. It was the perfect night for a barbeque, and everyone who had been invited had made it. There were a dozen couples in all, not including Raquel who came without a date.

The alcohol started flowing immediately, with the majority of the party guests becoming moderately tipsy fairly early on as the music was turned up and the party started jumping a bit. Couples were scattered about here and there, drinking, dancing, talking, and singing. 

Mike and Tina were definitely the center of attention wherever they wandered to. It seemed that like Jane, nobody seemed able to take their eyes off of Mike's ebony skin contrasted against his striking red suit. Guys and girls alike found their eyes glued to the fabric that scarcely seemed able to contain his obvious enormous manhood.

Soon the meat was cooked, and Jem set it on a picnic table along with all the other food items. The guests lined up to get their plates and grab burgers and hot dogs, potato salads, chips, etc. The whole spread was laid out, and the guests descended upon it like vultures, filling their plates, then finding their places to sit at the various patio furniture arranged for the event.

Tina, Raquel, and Jane shared a table, and their husbands all eventually joined them. The couples ate and made small-talk for the next half hour. As various couples finished eating, they continued to consume large quantities of alcohol and many went from tips to just plain drunk.

As the hot part of the day came to an end, as the sun passed over, and there were longer shadows on the backyard scene, many couples began to gather at the beach volleyball setup, and a small game began.

Tina's table finished, and joined the others. Two teams were made up, and a friendly game started up. Tina and Mike were on an opposite team of Jem, Jane, and Raquel.

As the game commenced, it became rather obvious that the team which Mike and Tina had gone to was considerably more athletic than Jane's team. In fact, Jane became painstakingly aware that her husband had absolutely NO skill at the game of volleyball whatsoever as each time a ball was hit to him, he would wildly smack the ball out of play, if he managed to make contact with it at all.

Pretty much the opposite could be said of both Tina and Mike. They both moved like seasoned athletes, returning anything their opponents managed to get over the net (which wasn't much). Jane's team was getting their asses handed to them, and as they became more & more drunk, it became more and more comical!

AS the game wore on it also became more and more evident that Mike was seriously checking Jane out in her yellow bikini. The bikini top definitely accentuated 'her best assets', as Jem liked to say. The young wife's large tits protruded very nicely from her petite frame, making them hard to miss. And evidently, Mike didn't miss them.

During one round, Jane found herself in the front row, standing directly in front of Mike. As her team was serving, and she was waiting for the serve, she rested by bending over and placing her hands on her knees – crouching, waiting for the serve. When she glanced up, she noticed Mike staring directly down at the young wife's ample cleavage. Without looking up at him, she glanced down and could see that she was presenting him with the best view possible – with only her hardening nipples hidden from view. 

When her teammate served the ball, it went straight to Mike, who wasn't paying attention at all. The ball literally hit him right in the head.

This gave Tina a really good laugh. "No fair," she chided, "No fair distracting our players Jane!"

"Hey, I gotta do what I can when I can," laughed Jane. As she glanced back at Mike, she could see that his tight red Speedo trunks appeared to be getting a bit tighter. They were already straining to hold what was inside, and Jane wondered if he got a hardon if the whole thing might not tear away. She got an image in her mind of this huge black hard cock, tearing away cloth – like the Incredible Hulk. Suddenly the alcohol seemed to be getting to her, and she found herself getting giggly. She also found herself becoming extremely aroused.

Jane turned her back on Mike to watch her teammate fire up the next serve. As she turned, she bent down again, this time giving Mike a great view of how her tight bikini bottoms clung to her perfect ass. There was no doubt about it, Jane was probably the best looking lady at the party, and she seemed to capture and keep Mike's attention. All this attention the young wife found extremely flattering, and a more than just a little bit exciting.

The game came to an abrupt end when Mike went up to spike the ball, and Jem jumped up and abruptly blocked the spike – with his face! Before he knew what had happened, Jem found himself laying flat on his back, all sprawled out, and hearing strange sounds – that could only be strangers voices, all around him.

"I think his nose is bleeding," he heard his wife say.

"Oh my God Jem, are you OK?" asked Tina with true concern in her voice.

"Dude, I am so sorry," continued Mike.

Jem sat up. "No, I'm fine," he lied. "It barely touched me." He continued as he whipped the blood from his face and tried to hide it from the others.

His wife had run over to the table and grabbed a napkin. "Here you go Tiger," she said, handing him the tissue. "Maybe we should sit out the rest of this particular game!" Jane crouched down to her husband, holding a napkin to his nose which was still bleeding profusely, and began to apply pressure in an attempt to slow the bleeding.

Once again, she was presenting everyone – but most especially Mike, with a great cleavage view as she bent over her husband doing her best to administer First Aid to her husband.

Mike stood right in front of her, riveted to the view. She glanced up, noticing him staring, but pretending that she didn't notice and not making any move to conceal her self as the huge black man feasted his eyes on her.

"OH, but we were just about to mount a comeback," joked Jem, causing everyone to laugh.

"I don't think you'll be mounting much of anything," returned Tina as she winked at Raquel who was standing next to her attempting not to be too obvious as she kept stealing glances down at Mike's tight red trunks as he openly gaped at Jane's tits. 

His cock was visibly growing inside his tight little trunks, and it was beginning to look like it might pop right out the top of the waistband if it grew anymore. If this happened, Raquel did not want to miss it, so she covertly positioned herself to get the best advantage on it she could without being too obvious! Of course, Mike knew exactly what she was doing. She wasn't the first little white girl to play this game with him, so he did her a favor, and simply pretended not to notice.

"I think we need to make up some new teams," said someone else from Jem & Jane's team. Everyone agreed, and the group attempted to make more even teams.

"You sure there's nothing I can do to help you," asked Mike, as he continued to openly stare directly at the young wife's nearly naked breasts.

"NO, I think I have this under control. But thanks for offering," the young wife smiled innocently up at him. "I think your team needs you anyway." Jane beckoned to the new game that was about to begin. "Aren't you going to join them?" she asked, doing her best to tear her eyes away from his straining bulge.

"Can't let my teammates down! Sorry again little man! You sure you're ok?" laughed Mike, reluctantly taking his eyes away from Jane and running back to the sand volleyball game.

"ME? Oh yeah, I'm fine. You go ahead and go back and have fun while the sunshine lasts," answered Jem, feeling a bit emasculated.

Jane helped her husband over to a nearby picnic table where they were they decided to sit out the remaining volleyball games. Even though it was exciting teasing Mike, it was also a relief getting away from the volleyball game.

"Jane you look positively amazing today," complimented Jem.

"Why thank you good sir. You do know that flattery will get you everywhere," teased Jane in her best English school girl accent.

"I don't think your hot outfit's lost on our guests either," continued Jem.

"Huh?" asked Jane.

"Mike is having a hard time tearing his eyes off those amazing tits of yours!"

"Oh come on Jem. You have a pretty active imagination! I haven't seen him looking at me. Besides, Tina will keep him in line!"

"Me thinks the lady doth protest too much," answered Jem, taking up the English accent where his wife had left off with it.

They both laughed, continuing to watch the game.

"I don't think Tina has too overly much control over WHAT he does or doesn't do," said Jem as they both watched Mike staring at Raquel's ass, which was conveniently bent over directly in front of him as they all awaited their own team to serve.

"That Raquel, what a tease," noticed Jane.

"Oh and you have SO much room to talk," kidded Jem.

Jane reached over & smacked her husband on the back of the head. "You better watch it Mister! I can make that nose bleed all over again," she answered.

"Husband abuse!" laughed Jem.

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The sun starting setting, and it was fast becoming too dark for the volleyball contests to continue. As the game had gone on, everyone continued to drink, so pretty much no one was feeling any pain as the games wore to a completion.

Everyone was singing, laughing, and talking a bit louder than necessary. They were also all pretty hot & sweaty from playing, so when one person dared another to jump in the pool, it didn't take long for nearly everyone to jump in.

Jane continued sitting with Jem, the young couple enjoying watching their guests having such a great time. Pretty soon Tina and Mike came over and sat down with them. Mike sat directly next to Jane on the picnic table, and Tina sat next to Jem.

"You guys having a good time?" Jane asked Tina. 

"You bet! Thank you guys so much for asking us!" answered Tina.

"I hope I didn't hurt you, did I?" Mike asked Jem.

"Oh no, I'm totally fine-"replied Jem. And the conversation between the men continued on. However, Jane felt herself very distracted. As she tried to carry on a civilized conversation with her friend, she found herself having the strongest urge to glance down at the straining fibers of the red trunks containing Mike's crotch. She had to force her eyes to remain instead on his handsome face. 

Sitting close to him, she found that he had typical negro features: flat nose, somewhat large lips that fit his face perfectly. He stood approximately 6'4" tall, so he pretty much towered over Jane and Jem as if he were a giant in the land of munchkins! 

He also wore very short hair, almost a buzz. His abs were tight and hard looking, and Jane couldn't believe the overwhelming urge she had to see the man's penis! This urge was so unlike her. It was completely contradictory to her personality. She had a hard time understanding it. It must be due to all that talking and bragging Tina had been doing, she rationalized to herself. All that personal talk and explicit description must be taking its toll on her. Her curiosity had been awakened, fed, flamed, and was now completely peaked-as was her arousal!

Jane knew that her love for Jem was eternal and non-ending. It wasn't like she wanted to have sex with Mike – she just wanted to see what his cock looked like. She wanted to see if all this fuss Tina was making about it was really warranted. She would give anything to see the man's cock – completely hard! Standing at full mast, in all its glory!

"Are you even listening to me?!?" demanded Tina, after she had repeated the same question to her friend for the third time. 

Jane snapped out of her daydream and blushed as she, and the entire table, realized she had been staring directly at Mike as she fantasized about his cock! Mike just smiled a knowing smile and continued his conversation with Jem.

"I'm sorry Tina, I'm kinda spacey today," confided Jane.

"Uh-huh. I think I understand why," she smiled.

"Hey Mike, can you help me move that grill back into the garage?" asked Jem.

"Sure, no problem," answered Mike, as the two men got up, excusing themselves.

As soon as they were alone, Tina asked, "So, what do you think?"

"About what?" asked Jane, teasing her.

"About what?!? Come on, you know very well! What do you think about Mike? You must be somewhat impressed with him, you've been staring at him all evening!" exclaimed Tina.

"Oh I have not, you little brat!" laughed Jane. "But he is amazing. He's a very handsome man."




A Faithful Wife Ch. 02



"Honey, you don't know the HALF of it," teased Tina.

"Well, I can almost imagine, the way he looks in those tiny trunks!" grinned Jane.

"Oh you noticed how he fills them out, huh?"

"How could you MISS it?!? It looks like it could tear it's way outta there!"

"It probably could. That thing gets so big – and it gets hard as steel! I'm not even exaggerating – I'm pretty sure he could pound in nails with that hammer!" said Tina, slipping back into her tone she used when sharing details with the girls at work.

"Hmmm," moaned Jane involuntarily.

"You know, if you promise not to get too carried away, I bet I could convince him to show it to you," smiled Tina.

"Shut up Tina! You are insane," exclaimed Jane.

"I'm totally serious. If we could get rid of Jem for awhile, I'd show it to ya," said Tina completely serious.

"Get rid of Jem? Why?"

"Come on girl. Get serious. That would totally crush Jem's ego, don't you think. Men have very fragile egos when it comes to their dicks, and I sense that Jem's probably not the largest in the world..?" said Tina, phrasing the last few words more as a question.

"Well-to be completely honest. No, he's not. But he's still awesome. Do you think it'd upset him?"

"It would literally crush him. That's why we have to get rid of him!"

"I have no idea how we would do that," said Jane. "Besides, he wouldn't show me anyway, how embarrassing!"

As soon as Jane had said it, she found herself wishing that Tina would find a way to get Mike to show her.

Her curiosity was simply RAGING! And, though she would never admit it-her pussy was literally gushing.

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It had gotten completely dark. As the booze began to dwindle, each of the couples started departing from the party. Finally, the only ones left were Mike, Tina, and Raquel. They were all swimming around in the pool, playing a game of water basketball. They were playing girls against the guys, and were complaining that the guys weren't letting them win.

Jem could tell simply by looking at his wife that she was pretty uncomfortable. In fact, unless he was mistaken, Jane was definitely distracted in some way. Just as he was about to ask her what the problem was, his pager went off.

"Damn!" both he and Jane said at the exact same time, as if each of them were one of Pavlov's dogs. They both realized that the party was pretty much over for Jem – this also caused Jane's heart rate to quicken. Could this be the excuse that Tina had mentioned earlier to get Jem away from the party so that she could catch a look at Mike's huge cock?

Jem stood up in the shallow end of the pool, and moved to try to squeeze by Tina and Mike. There was simply no room to get by them to climb up the ladder. At this point, Mike did something that completely made the girls laugh out loud.

He grabbed Jem by each of his arms, and lifted him up and out of the pool as if he were a small child.

"There ya go little man!" he laughed, as he dropped Jem on the outside of the pool. For the second time that evening, Jem felt extremely embarrassed, but at the same time, his pager continued to sound, and he had a feeling it was probably something very important.

"Sorry guys, I gotta take this," said Jem, as he looked at his pager, grabbed his towel, and headed for the sliding door that linked the deck with the back of their house.

"That's OK Jem, we understand," said Tina, seeing the opening she had been watching for.

"What shitty timing!" complained Jane to the back of her husband's head, acting more disappointed than she actually felt at the moment.

"I know babe, and I'm sorry," replied Jem as he walked away, feeling guilty for leaving his wife alone to entertain the guests, and probably have to clean up the mess on her own.

"Don't worry about us Jem," called Tina to him, "we'll find a way to keep ourselves entertained, and we'll help Jane with the cleanup," it was almost as if Tina had read his thoughts.

Now everyone had gone, including Jem, leaving only Raquel, Jane, Tina, and Mike. The four had gotten bored of the water basketball game – and a little bit cold, since the sun had gone down, so they decided to get out of the pool. They satn chairs by the pool, and continued to drink, chat, and laugh.

And most of all, Mike continued to gape at Jane. He finally decided to breach the subject. "Damn, you look hot in that yellow bikini," he bluntly stated, eliciting surprise from the girls as they sat there.

"I knew you were staring at her all night," said Tina, laughing.

"I can't help it baby, don't you think she looks amazing in that suit? It's like she's a super model or something."

"Yeah, she does look hot. I have to admit it. Should I have not brought you over here? Is she going to steal you away from me?"

"Being the sex animal that you are, I doubt that anyone could compete with you baby," replied Mike to his girlfriend, making her smile in the process.

Nobody noticed that Jane reddened at the comment. Actually, she thought to herself, she bet that she could be just as wild as Tina in bed, and suddenly felt a little jealous that they were so easily discounting her. They might just be surprised at what she was capable of, given the opportunity!

"No, I was just admiring how she looked, that's all baby," replied Mike.

"Well baby, I can tell you – she's been doing the same thing with you all night!" replied Tina, in a sultry teasing voice. 

All three girls laughed a little bit at this. They could tell that Tina was getting ready to get wound up. When she started talking, there was no telling what outlandishly personal thing might come out of her mouth!

"Yeah, Jane's been staring at your crotch all night long," she continued.

"Tina! I have not!" lied Jane.

"Oh you have too. You might as well admit it. I've caught both you AND Raquel staring at his crotch half the night, wishing you could see what's underneath that tight little red Speedo he's wearing!"

"I have not!" insisted Raquel, even less convincing that Jane had been.

"Oh yes you have! I've definitely caught YOU," laughed Jane.

"Well I caught YOU doing it too!" laughed Raquel, pointing an accusatory finger back at Jane. Every time Jem wasn't looking, you were like a kid in a candy store!

They all laughed again.

Tina quieted all the laughter and kidding immediately when she said, "Baby, why don't you just take away all the mystery for these girls?" The night was suddenly dead silent. Everyone just stared at Tina as though she had lobsters climbing out of her ears.

"Why whatever do you mean dear?" asked Mike, just a little bit too coyly. It was as if he were acting out a script that the two of them had planned out for him to say if the opportunity were to arise. He was definitely a hunk, but not such a great actor.

Tina, on the other hand, seemed to thrive on situations that helped put her at the center of attention in any way necessary. "Well, I've been bragging up your giant black cock to my friends for months now, every since you started fucking me. Half the time, I think they think I'm just making it all up. Don't you girls?"

"Well, Tina does tend to exaggerate," answered Raquel, obviously liking the way this conversation was turning. Jane just looked on, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment and excitement. She intuitively knew that she should be shutting down this conversation. She was happily married, loved her husband, and should simply state that and put an end to this silliness. The truth of the matter was, however, her raging curiosity and excitement simply would not allow her to.

"So you guys think my girl here is a liar then, is that what you're saying?" asked Mike, with a devilish grin beginning to appear on his face. He had the look of an ornery young man on the playground that had just been given an irresistible dare, and was not about to back down.

"I think they also doubt your manhood baby," grinned Tina, continuing to egg him on, no matter how unnecessarily it was.

The three girls were sitting side by side on the patio furniture. Mike stood facing the three of them. He hooked his thumbs under the front of his suit, pulling it away from his body slightly, the girls held their breath.

Jane and Raquel sat staring at the large, muscled black man, unable to so much as blink, as Tina stared at her friends, smiling knowingly. She had them, and she knew it. Mike stood before them, as if he were a paid stripper.

"Whoop! Whoop!" Shouted Tina, encouraging her built boyfriend, her voice sounding every bit as drunk as she actually was. 

"Come on baby, give my girlfriends the treat of their lives, and let's see it already!" shouted Tina impatiently.

But Mike was not about to be rushed. He obviously had some other agenda in mind first. 

"I want to hear them say they want to see it first," replied Mike, suddenly showing feigned shyness.

"I'm dying to see it already!" replied Raquel without any qualms, causing everyone to laugh. Mike's confidence seemed to be growing. He knew they all wanted to see, and he knew this was going to get VERY interesting. 

He had never had a married white woman before, and the idea was starting to make his heart rate quicken a bit, especially one as hot as Jane. Tina was indeed a good bed partner, however, he had taken her in every way possible, and she was honestly beginning to bore him a bit. 

This married little thing would be the biggest accomplishment of his life. He wouldn't rush it tonight, he would remain patient. However, he WOULD test the waters with her a bit. Before giving up the hot piece of ass he already had, he would make sure she was a definite possibility. He already knew he could (and probably would at some point) have Raquel. He might even start doing all three girls at the same time, without them knowing it. Now THAT would be a conquest.

"What about you Jane?" asked Mike, still playing the shy part.

"Hmmm. I dunno. I'm a little afraid Jem might find out, and then I'd be in trouble. I wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea," said Jane quietly, as though thinking out loud.

"Get the wrong idea like you'd like a little big dark meat," thought Mike to himself. Instead, he said out loud, "It's not like you'd be cheating by just looking."

"Yeah, what's just taking a quick peak gonna hurt Jane? Don't be such a wuss!" exclaimed Raquel, obviously very eager to see the rest of the story for herself. All of Tina's stories were coming back to her too, and she was getting impatient with Jane's reluctance.

"Well, OK," said Jane.

"Oh no, no no, that's not good enough! You have to say, 'Mike, I want to see your big cock' to me before I'll show."

"Oh my God, you guys are all crazy!" exclaimed Jane, laughing as she felt her cheeks redden from blushing.

"Mike, I would LOVE to see your awesome, big black cock," said Raquel, again trying to get things moving along.

"OK, now see? That's pretty good now. You, little girl, will definitely get to see now," answered Mike. Jane again felt a slight pang of jealousy that Raquel was stealing Mike's focus from her. She still felt very reluctant, due to wanting to remain completely faithful to Jem, but she also didn't like being shown up by her friend.

"Well, what about you Jane?" prodded Tina.

"Mike, can I see your cock?" asked Jane, tentatively.

"Well, we'll have to work on the enthusiasm," said Mike, causing all of the girls to burst into nervous giggling.

Once again, Mike hooked his thumbs under the front elastic of his shorts, struggling to pull the tight garment out far enough to clear his bulge. Next, he began to slowly slide them down.

Just as his thick, long, black pubic hair was just begging to come into view-and just as the three girls sat, transfixed by the show, he stopped again.

"You sure you wanna see Jane? I mean, I don't wanna force you into anything you don't wanna do," he asked.

"Mike, can I please see what can only be a truly amazing cock that you just barely seem to have tucked away in there? I've been dying to see it every since Tina started telling us what a magnificent fuck machine you are, and how huge it is!" said Jane, without taking a breath.

"OK, that works," said Mike.

With that, Mike pulled his short down to his knees in one quick motion. The largest and thickest cock either of Tina's friends had ever seen instantly sprang into view before their feasting eyes.

"Oh my God," said Raquel with a nervous crackling in her voice. "That is the biggest goddamned dick I've ever seen in my life!"

"I had no idea penises got even half that big!" said Jane.

Both Raquel and Jane were leaning forward on their patio chairs, straining to get the best look they possibly could.

"Isn't Little Jem's this big?" asked Mike, with a smirk on his face.

Jane couldn't help allowing an audible laugh to escape her mouth on that one. The laugh ended with a slight snort, which caused them all to share a good laugh.

"I guess that's a no," laughed Raquel.

"You think this is something, this is about half the size it gets when it's hard," bragged Tina, as she gestured toward Mike's cock, smiling at her friends.

"OK, I showed you mine, I think you guys should show me yours now!" said Mike to the girls.

"Now wait a minute," started Tina. "I don't think..."

"Now I didn't ASK you what you THOUGHT, now did I?" scolded Mike, harshly. "And I don't recall phrasing it as a request!" he growled. "I showed you mine – now it's YOUR turn – take the top off!" It was true, it was more of a commandment than a request. 

Tina closed her mouth, and tilted her head slightly to the side. For a moment the girls thought she was going to tell him to fuck off, get mad, cry, or do anything other than what he told her to do. They were wrong.

Tina shrugged a bit, reached behind her and felt for where her bikini top tied in the back. In a moment, she found it and pulled on the string, causing it to come loose. She stared him directly in the eye as she pulled the garment away from her, exposing her bare breasts to him – and the other girls.

Jane thought that her friend Tina did have very nice breasts. Not overly large, but very perky, and her nipples small and completely erect.

"Your turn Raquel," said Mike absently.

Raquel didn't even hesitate. She reached behind her, grabbed her string, and jerked it loose, causing her small breasts to immediately come into view. As Jane looked at her friend, it was obvious that she was excited. Tina's nipples were hard, and you could tell she was excited, but it was obvious that it was a bit MORE than that with Raquel. Her breasts were a little larger than Tina's and her nipples were also erect, and if you looked close enough at her, you could see that she was literally panting. 

All of them now turned to Jane.

The sexual tension was thick enough by the pool that you could literally cut it with a knife! Jane was the only one with her entire bikini still on. Mike stood before the girls completely naked, amazing, large, and commanding. Tina and Raquel were now topless.

Mike turned back to Tina, surprising them all by not demanding to see Jane's tits.

"The bottoms now," demanded Mike.

Tina just smiled. "Boy you are a naughty boy, aren't you?"

He grunted an inaudible response. No further words were necessary. Tina untied the bottom of her suit, and let it fall away – never taking her eyes from his captive gaze. Her pussy came into sight for all. Her heart-shaped, neatly trimmed, brown pubic hair shown for all to see.

He turned again. "Raquel," he said.

"Yes sir," she answered, nearly tearing off her bikini bottoms in an effort to please this large buck. Her dark black bush came into view, and everyone could see it was glistening with her excitement.

Jane suddenly felt VERY out of place, and wished she could just simply disappear from the scene. She was just wondering how she could inconspicuously slip away and leave them alone, when his steely gaze turned to her. She felt all resolve to disobey ooze from her consciousness.

"Your turn," he said simply.

"Huh?" was all Jane could stammer.

"Now Jane, take it off," Mike commanded, leaving no room for further questions.

Jane suddenly had no desire to question this man. She would do whatever he told her.

"You wanna see my tits Mike?" she asked him, suddenly emboldened.

"Yeah, I want to see you married tits. I want to see the erect nipples on those married tits, knowing full well that they are hard from seeing a real cock for the first time in your life," Mike answered, surprising all three girls.

Jane heard an audible moan escape her lips at this response. It was as if he had looked into her fantasy world, read it, and was acting it out before her.

Jane felt her heart pound. She was so turned on, she knew she would do whatever he commanded. Suddenly she understood exactly what Tina was talking about. That whole thing about being powerless to resist him, no matter how much of an ass he was-Jane now understood what she meant. There was something so shearly masculine about him, it was simply hypnotic.

Jane took her turn fumbling behind her for the tiny string that held her bikini top. Suddenly the idea of showing her breasts to this mammoth fantasy man had completely taken hold of her. It seemed that simply the idea of this overwhelming stud seeing her tits, and being the ONLY man besides her husband to have seen them - was completely overpowering to her.

She groped for the string a moment longer with trembling hands, and suddenly found it. Before she released it, her mind turned once again to Jem. Even though she was hornier than she could remember being in her entire life, she still had no intention of cheating on her husband. But just the same, at this point they were really just teasing each other, and she didn't consider this cheating. She would tell Jem about it all later, and she knew that they could laugh about it together.

With that, she pulled at the string, it freed, and her large tits seemed to spill out of the bikini top! Just like her two friends, her nipples were completely erect and protruded proudly from her perfect breasts. Her friends were both beautiful in a girl-next-door way, but Jane was simply cover-girl beautiful. And this fact wasn't lost on Mike.

"Damn!" said Mike.

"You like?" she asked, smiling. For this first time this evening, she felt in control. She felt like she was the center of this large man's attention, and she loved it. She felt somewhat intoxicated by it.

Without having to be told, she slid her thumbs into her bikini bottoms, smiling, she said, "So Mike, do you wanna see? If you do, you have to tell me? You have to ASK me."

Tina looked doubtfully at her man. She was beginning to feel a little uneasy with the power that Jane seemed to have over her man.

Mike smiled at her boldness and said, "Show me that sweet little married pussy baby. That tight little pussy would feel like virgin territory to a cock like mine!"

"Mmmmm," Jane moaned. She didn't need any more encouragement as she began sliding them down, she turned it into a bit of a strip tease, turning her back to them, shaking her ass a bit, and slowly sliding them down and stepping out of them.

Next, she turned and faced her friends and Mike. She smiled as their eyes took in her completely shaven pussy, bald as the day she was born. She stood in front of them completely exposed for all to see. She saw Mike's cock twitch at the sight. She smiled.

"He seems to like what he sees," smiled Jane, pointing at Mike's already stiffening cock.

"I don't know. I think you girls need a closer look. I think you should kneel in front of me, and take a closer look."

None of them seemed to have any inclination to argue. All three girls immediately dropped to their knees in front of him, staring aptly up at his bulge, turning their heads, straining to see his amazing cock from all angles.




A Faithful Wife Ch. 02



Jane could smell the shear masculinity of this man, and it threatened to overwhelm her. For the second time that night, she had the strange feeling that it was nearly hypnotic.

"I can't believe how huge his balls are too!" exclaimed Raquel, jarring Jane back to reality.

"If you lift it up, you can see them better," he told her.

Raquel didn't hesitate. She quickly reached her right hand out and grasped his quickly stiffening rod, lifting it up, so she could look at his HUGE balls dangling beneath his cock. As she lifted up his cock, her hand involuntarily began stroking his shaft. She could feel it hardening in her grasp. She leaned her face in closer, inhaling his aroma as if she were inhaling the scent of sweet ambrosia.

"Oh my God, it's getting hard," she exclaimed, and let it go.

"I don't think Jane was done looking at those," said Mike. "Jane, lift it up & take a good look."

Jane again obeyed, lifting his now nearly hard shaft up. It was actually a bit heavy now, and pretty much rock hard.

"Oh my God, I can see what you mean about how hard it gets now Tina," said Jane as she suddenly forgot about his balls and began gently stroking the huge cock that her hand would not completely encircle.

"Ever seen a dick like that baby?" asked Mike, smiling down at her.

"No, I haven't" she answered honestly, as she brought her other hand up and began stroking it with both hands.

"You really can't appreciate it until you actually taste it," said Mike.

"Hmmm?" asked Jane, feeling as if she were in a fog and not completely comprehending what he was saying to her-it was as if nothing was in front of her but this amazing dick. It was her complete reality of the moment.

"Oh really?" asked Raquel rather abruptly, somewhat pushing Jane away so that she was directly in front of Mike.

This pissed Mike off a bit, but he did have to admire a girl who knew what she wanted, and he would have to reward her for it.

Raquel bent her head forward with her mouth completely open. Mike reached behind her head, and pulled her face up to his hardon, shoving it directly between her parted lips as the other two girls stared on jealously.

Raquel's eyes got wide as his massive cock forced it's way into her mouth. Wide with surprise that he would allow HER over the other two girls the extreme honor of sucking his amazing cock! She felt no shame, no hesitation, no remorse for sucking Tina's man's cock right in front of her – no to mention in front of their married friend who they so loved to tease in every way. This was the ULTIMATE tease, and she intended to make the most of it.

She moaned out loud as she took as much of Mike's huge cock into her mouth. In spite of her enthusiasm, she could barely fit the head into her mouth, and not really knowing how to relax her throat, suddenly, she felt herself choking!

Tina and Jane both laughed out loud at their over-eager friend, who dropped her head in shame. It was nothing like sucking any of the other little dicks she had ever experienced. In all those cases, she could easily fit their entire hard cocks into her mouth...with room to work her tongue around.

"Can I show them how good I am honey?" begged Tina.

"Yes, you may," answered Mike, as if he were doing his girlfriend a HUGE favor.

Tina quickly positioned herself in front of her man and like Raquel had to do with Jane, it almost appeared that Tina had to push her friend away from Mike's cock. It was obvious she had spent a lot of time in this position, as she began relaxing her throat. She then took at least twice as much as Raquel had into her mouth, again relaxed her throat, and took at least 6 inches of the thick cock into her mouth and throat. Even with this amazing display of talent, about half of his huge cock was still not in her mouth.

Then she began bobbing on it. She was a true pro. She was making smacking and slobbering sounds and she feverishly worked to please her man and amaze her friends. The girl definitely had talent; there was no debating that fact! She strongly desired to make him cum in front of her friends so that not only could they see the amazing volume of cum he produced, but also to demonstrate her superior cock sucking skills and show why her man belonged soley to her.

"Now don't be a dick hog baby," scolded Mike to Tina.

"I suppose. You all get this chance ONLY, so you might as well enjoy it. I'm never sharing again after this," said Tina sternly, looking up at Mike as she said it.

He smiled, indulging her, then he swiveled his hips toward the only young wife. His cock bounced up and down several times directly in front of her face, giving her that all-too-common hypnotic feeling again.

She stared cross-eyed up the length of it as if she were examining a rare piece of exotic jewelry. She had studied her friend's technique closely, and felt that she could equal Tina's abilities. She couldn't suppress a certain natural rivalry that had surfaced deep inside her. She knew that Tina was showing off for them. As she thought about it, she thought that Tina had stage this whole event. She thought that the young wife was way too naïve and shy to ever be able to deal with a situation such as this.

She would show her! Jane swallowed, closed and opened her eyes a couple times, relaxed her throat, then bent down to take Mike's amazing cock in her mouth!

Tina and Raquel both stared – shocked at their friend. Neither of them ever thought she would cheat on Jem in a thousand years! Jane's mind was single threaded at the moment though. Showing her two friends that she wasn't simply some old spinster who was too uptight to do anything crazy!

As she relaxed, she found that she had a talent that she never even knew about! Sure, she had always been able to deep throat her husband's tiny dick. However, as she went down on Mike, more and more of his cock disappeared into the young wife's mouth. 

It began to be almost comical. 

"Where the hell's she putting it all?" whispered Raquel.

Tina just shrugged, shocked as hell.

Jane kept pushing and pushing and pushing...until her nose just touched the longest pubic hair sticking up a few inches from the base of Mike's cock.

Even Mike was shocked! He stared in amazement down at the hot little wife. Mike felt fairly impressed. Here he was towing above this hot little married babe, his cock buried in her throat, while his girlfriend and another fine white chick stared hungrily up at his cock. At that moment, he decided that he would have this little married piece of ass. Not tonight. Not with the other girls there. But sometime very soon.

Jane pulled back suddenly unable to suppress the gag reflex any longer. Both of the other girls applauded, quite impressed. Jane felt so proud.

Her feelings were short lived, as Raquel again pushed her out of the way, almost roughly.

"My turn again! Can I have his cum Tina? Pleeeease?" begged the young Latino.

"I guess. Just this one time," conceded Tina, not really wanted to be completely shown up by Jane, and realizing that she was, if nothing else, better at this than Raquel.

"Is it OK Mike?" pleased Raquel.

Mike thought that was a fantastic idea. Without saying a word, he grabbed the back of Raquel's head and roughly forced his cock back into her mouth as Tina and Jane stared in rapt fascination.

Mike began roughly fucking into Raquel's face, encouraging her as she did her best to keep up, "You like that big black cock?" he asked, turning his gaze over to Jane, staring down at her amazing tits, then looking up into her eyes while Tina was distracted watching Raquel's inferior approach to blow jobs.

"You like the way that big cock tastes? He asked out loud, making Tina and Raquel think he was encouraging Raquel, when in actuality, he was staring deep into Jane's eyes as he asked.

"Do you want to feel it deep in your tight little white pussy?"

Jane stared back, and suddenly realized she was nodding her head up and down emphatically in answer to his questions. Tina again didn't notice, as she was watching her friend working hard on her man's cock.

Thinking all this talk was for her, Raquel completely lost control. Her hand slipped between her legs, and she began to openly masturbate herself in front of everyone.

At the same time everyone noticed she was doing it, and nobody could really blame her. The sight was truly erotic, so they reasoned that actually doing it would be beyond amazing. They could all hear the squishing sounds coming from Raquel's lewdly spread legs and she stroked herself with the same tempo that she was sucking on Mike's hardon. She could only fit about 2-3 inches of his huge cock – occasionally fitting the entire head & maybe a little more into her mouth. But, she had watched Tina and Jane very closely, and was using her tongue very well to stimulate the tip of Mike's cock.

In the end, it was the sight of Jane that pushed him over the edge. Jane and Mike both knew it, regardless of what Raquel was working so hard to accomplish.

Mike tapped her gently on the head and said, "You little slut, I'm about to cum, you either better stop, or you are in for a BIG surprise!"

Rather than deter the young girl, this only spurred her on with an even greater sense of purpose. Raquel was thrilled at the notion of being the one who coaxed the semen out of this amazing cock! She would have bragging rights forever!

So, with that sole thought in mind, Raquel sucked at a feverish pace. True to his word, within 30 seconds, Raquel could feel the huge cock in her mouth grow even LARGER. The head swelled to a point where even that would hardly fit in her mouth.

Then the torrent of cum began shooting down her throat. Nothing could have prepared her for the amount of semen Mike was pumping into her. She swallowed three times in rapid succession. As Jane watched in awed fascination, it looked like she had just run a great distance and was pouring a huge cup of water down her throat.

Jane could see her swallow several times quickly, then the cum started literally shooting out her mouth in all directions as her mouth become completely full!

It immediately ran all down her chin, all over her chest, completely covering her stomach. Jane watched in fascination as the cum bathed her young friend. As it ran down to her pussy Jane wondered if it were possible for her to become pregnant just by it running down her in this way! 

Just at that moment, Raquel's valiant effort came to an end. She began sputtering, coughing, spraying, and shooting cum from her mouth all over as she convulsed and nearly began choking! Cum dripped all over in front of her, but still more of it dribbled all down her chin, chest, and stomach.

Mike turned to his girlfriend. "Clean that off of her," he commanded.

Tina knew what it meant. Again, the girls sensed her hesitation. They sensed that she might resist. Mike raised his eyebrows at this.

Before he had to say another word, Tina began licking Raquel's chin-swallowing as she went along. Jane watched in rapt fascination as her best friend licked her man's semen off another woman's chin.

Mike grabbed her head, forcing her face downward. Tina didn't resist as he positioned her face over her friend's right breast. Tina licked the semen off of Raquel's hardened nipples, and nobody present missed the moan that came deep from Raquel's throat.

The smell of Mike's huge amount of semen was overwhelmingly strong, and Jane had to fight the urge to place her hand on her own pussy and scratch the strong itch that was there. She probably would have done it, but Mike was staring directly into her eyes as he forced his girlfriend to clean up his seed.

Tina wasn't really all that thrilled, but she knew it would please Mike, so she decided to go with it. She continued to lick her friend's nipples and breasts until they were completely clean of cum.

At that point, Mike again pushed her lower. Tina didn't resist. She simply continued to lick up her man's cum from her friend's stomach. It was obvious that Tina was completely aroused now, and focusing soley on pleasing her man. As she licked, she stared down at her friend's soaking wet pussy.

Then, without Mike forcing her lower, she positioned herself between Raquel's legs, she looked up and smiled at her friend.

"Hmmmm, your pussy is all wet for some reason," said Tina as she inhaled her friend's scent deeply. Next she shocked everyone there, which was obviously her intent, as she and began lapping Mike's cum directly from her friend's pussy!

This would have to be the only thing that could have gotten Jane to tear her gaze away from Mike. She looked down, completely shocked to find Jane performing oral sex on Raquel.

"Oh Gaaaawd," moaned Raquel, as Tina began enthusiastically licking and sucking her pussy, intent on cleaning any evidence of cum from it.

Jane just stared, unable to tear her eyes away from a sight that she never in her entire life ever expected to see. Her best friend licking her other best friend – right there in her own backyard! She had to continue to fight the urge to play with her own pussy. It was on fire, and she was aching for release!

Tina paused and looked up at Raquel, addressing her again. "You might as well just admit that sucking off my man was the most exciting thing you've ever done in your life," exclaimed Tina.

"Mmmmmm," moaned Raquel.

"Say it, NOW!" demanded Tina, diving her face back into Raquel's waiting and eager pussy.

"Oh YEEEESSSSS...best ever, gaaaawd," Raquel responded incoherently.

Raquel was obviously way to far gone to even consider resisting or arguing with her friend. In fact, she spread her legs apart, wrapped her knees around her friends head a bit, grabbed at the back of her head with her hands, and shoved her pussy up into Tina's open mouth!

Tina pushed her tongue deep into Raquel's pussy, slurping and sucking lewdly on her juices as she completely lost herself in the act of devouring her friend's pussy. Loud smacking noises could be heard as she licked and sucked and totally devoured Raquel's pussy.

Still in shock by the recent turn of events, Jane tore her eyes from this sight, looking over at Mike. He was naked, and his mammoth cock had softened from just having orgasmed but it was still amazingly huge. 

He was staring with rapt fascination as his girlfriend went down on her friend. He glanced up, and met Jane's glance. They stared into each other's lust filled eyes for a moment, and at that exact moment, Jane felt as if this man could see right through her into her most bizarre fantasies. 

A groan from Raquel returned both of their attention back to the scene at hand.

Tina responded to Raquel's obvious surrender to her desire by inserting a finger inside her friend's pussy, locating her G-spot, and toying with it as she continued her aggressive assault with her tongue and lips all over Raquel's clit.

The result was obvious and predictable. It only took about a couple of minutes before Raquel screamed, lurched toward Tina, bouncing around until Tina could no longer maintain mouth-to-pussy contact, then it was over. Raquel was pushing Tina back and away because it was sensitive and the licking was now tickling her beyond what she could tolerate.

Jane stood, continuing to stare, unable to believe what her two friends had just done. It was beginning to dawn on her this unusual power that Mike DID have over women. It seemed that he could get them to do pretty much whatever he wanted. This thought sent chills down the young wife's spine as she looked over at him, only to find him staring back hungrily at her.

Jane suddenly remember that she was very naked, as were all her remaining guests and that Jem could be returning at any moment.

"I better start cleaning up," she lamely stammered to her guests.

"Ummmm-yeah, and I guess we better help," said Raquel, as she got up and hurriedly began gathering her clothes. She was blushing profusely, obviously embarrassed not only by what had happened, but also by the fact that the others had watched.



A Faithful Wife Ch. 03



Notes to readers: Thanks for all the comments both positive and negative. As Abraham Lincoln said, "You can please some of the people some of the time, and fuck the rest," of course, I'm paraphrasing a bit.

Bottom Line: If you like stories of young/innocent/married damsels being seduced into doing naughty things, please read and enjoy. If you don't, just skip this whole series. If you do choose to read, please remember, these are all fictional fantasies of mine. I'm just sharing them with you for fun. I hope you like them, but I certainly understand if you don't. I know it's not at all realistic, but I'm just having fun - so try not to take it too seriously.

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Jem had to work late into the night on the problem that had taken him away from the party. It was so severe that he couldn't even work remotely from home, he had to go into the office to help resolve the issue. 

It was 3:45 in the morning when he got home. Jane was fast asleep in the bed, though from what he could tell, it appeared to be a fitful sleep. His wife appeared to be having some sort of nightmare or dream. She was moaning a lot, as if she were in pain. 

Jem decided that he wouldn't disturb her, so he crept quietly into the bathroom, got undressed and quietly slipped into the bed beside his sleeping wife without waking her. 

Jem had not been asleep for more than 45 minutes, when he was awakened. Jane had her tongue shoved deeply into his ear and was jerking hard on his cock, which she had already stimulated into an erection before he was even fully awake. 

"What the?" asked Jem, struggling to fully awaken. 

"NEED-pant pant-TO-pant pant-FUCK," was all Jane could get out in her current condition. Jem wasn't sure if she was awake or not, as his obviously highly aroused and somewhat drunk wife climbed on top of him and began riding him hard! 

This was the hardest she had ever done this, it was as if she were in a fight or something. Jem just lay underneath of her, not moving, letting her take what she needed. 

It took less than 2 minutes. Jane screamed loudly, like some kind of wild animal or something, came very hard, and collapsed on top of Jem. He was right. She was indeed, still completely asleep on top of him! 

He gently rolled her over, and laid her back on her own pillow. He adjusted her hair, brushing it out of her eyes, wiped the perspiration from her forehead, and gently kissed her. 

"I love you baby," he whispered to him. 

She just smiled, still in her dream, and never woke up. 

"Wow, I'm jealous," said Jem quietly to himself. Must have been one hell of a dream. 

He had no idea. 

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The next day, I had absolutely no recollection of what between Jem and I when he got home. I did, however, vividly remember the events that transpired in the backyard during our backyard barbeque on the previous night, and though I had expected waves of guilt to overtake me, I was more than a little surprised when I really didn't so much feel that way. 

How did I feel, exactly? I was still trying to put my finger on it. When I got up, these thoughts were rampaging through my brain as I lay in bed smiling a bit. Jem was already up and getting ready for work as I lumbered out of bed to see what he was up to. 

I was trying to figure out exactly what I should do about the way Mike had made me feel last night. Should I tell Jem that we went overboard? I had never kept secrets from him in the past, but at the same time, I didn't want to hurt him.

And what about my friends at work, and Mike – oh God, Mike! On the one hand, I was still determined to remain faithful to Jem, and never allow anything of that sort to occur again. Sure it was amazing, and I found myself beginning to get wet just from thinking about it. 

In fact, I found myself seriously considering joining the gym where Tina had met her dream lover so that I could at least look at him from afar and allow my fantasy life to run wild! 

I knew from the early stories from Tina that she had met Mike on a Monday. I knew that Tina had to work today – and Mike would be at the gym. Maybe I'd just drop by and look into getting a membership, just for the hell of it. 

I looked through my clothes for the outfit that wouldn't be too outrageous, but at the same time, wouldn't get me overlooked. I picked out my tightest and best ass-showcasing jeans, and a tight t shirt that wouldn't hide my 'best assets'. In fact, truth be told, I was wearing my best ass jeans and my best tits shirt. 

This tended to be one of Jem's favorite outfits, and when he spied me wearing it, he decided to get a bit frisky, and sneaking up behind me, kissing my neck, and cupping my breasts in each hand, he whispered in my ear, "Aren't you looking HOT this morning?"

I was also *feeling* extremely hot, and didn't mind his display of excitement. I whirled around, grabbed his already hardening cock through the thin fabric of his work pants, and told him, "Just for that mister, you better watch it, because tonight you are IN for it." 

I could see the excitement growing in his eyes. And in spite of the fact that I was pretty sure I was going to continue my over the top flirtation with Mike, I really wasn't feeling much guilt about it. Sure, I was being turned on by another man, but Jem was definitely going to benefit from it all! 

"Mmmm-sounds wonderful," moaned Jem. "I gotta run right now though Babe, can't wait 'til tonight!" He said as he reluctantly moved away from my fingers groping him.

"Me too baby," I answered back as he quickly gave me the routine peck on the cheek before rushing out the door. 

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As I was driving to the gym, I felt positively naughty because I knew that deep down that I was totally lusting after Mike. He had been all that I had been able to think about since Tina started going on and on and on about him, and after the other night, getting just a slight taste for myself seemed to completely wet my appetite! I couldn't get the thought of his huge cock out of my mind. I had never seen or felt anything like it, and it had pushed my curiosity into overdrive! 

"Now I will remain faithful," I mentally scolded myself.

"But that doesn't stop me from continuing the fun and flirtation," my mind argued back, totally rationalizing. 

I got this hilarious picture of an angel over one should whispering one thing to me, and a devil over the other. The only question was, which would win out? I was determined to try to keep both extremes happy, by not completely shutting the feelings down, but instead, keeping them under control.

This whole situation was making me feel so excited; I just couldn't force myself to completely put an end to it quite yet! Oh, sure, I was being a bit obsessive, but that was part of the fun and excitement of it all too. Once I had a little bit more fun, I would shut it down, and nobody would get hurt. 

So, after much psyching myself up to go to the gym where Mike works, I finally worked up enough courage to go through with it. When I arrived, I drove around the parking lot looking for his car. Of all the rotten luck, I didn't see it. However, I simply would not be denied, so I timidly went into the front door, and just kinda meekly wandered around the front of the gym, all the while hoping to see him. No Luck. Shit. 

Finally, I decided that God had somehow intervened and saved me from myself, and decided that it was time to simply turn around and head for home. I left the gym, and headed for my car; feeling relieved and disappointed both at the same time. 

At that very moment, I caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye! He walked briskly up to me, and like the first time we met, greeted me like a long-time friend, as if he had known me forever. He reached out a hand, gently taking my arm, and bent in to give me a light peck on the cheek. 

"I didn't know you worked out here too?" he asked, trying to hide a somewhat knowing smirk on his face. 

"Oh, I haven't joined yet," I stammered like an idiot, "I was just considering it-joining, that is."

"Where's Tina," I asked, knowing full well that she had a full shift ahead of her at work. This was part of my devious little plan. I knew if I ran into Mike that Tina would be nowhere around. There would be nobody to answer to. 

"This is the best gym in the world, you should join!" he replied, completely ignoring the question about Tina. We both knew that I knew where she was, it was just part of the game. 

With that, he stepped back slightly, appraising me from head to toe, openly gawking at me. I felt the blood run hot through my veins; yes I was blushing like a school girl. 

"It's a lot easier to check you out without Tina hovering over my every move, watching me like a damned vulture" said Mike. "And just like the other night, you look damned fine." 

I could literally feel the color filling my cheeks. I was getting more and more embarrassed, but at the same time, more and more excited. He was so charismatic, while at the same time being so incredibly masculine and assertive. I could feel his power over me literally grow as we stood there. My desire for him seemed to be taking off beyond the point where I wasn't entirely sure if I could keep it in check! 

"Are you heading in to work out right now?" I asked. 

He continued eying me from head to toe. He wasn't trying to be coy or shy about it. He was being blatantly obvious. From the way he continued appraising me, it seemed his desire for me was growing also. 

"You know, Jem gets off in a couple hours, so I don't really know if that's enough time to get started in a new gym," I casually mentioned to him. 

"Hmmm-probably not," he answered, obviously taking my hint. "Tina's hung up too for awhile, and I don't really have much to do, wanna just hang out for awhile? I could show you what we've done with the place since I've moved in." 

"Sure, sounds fun," I answered, trying to hide at least part of the eagerness in my voice. 

"Hold on for a minute, I gotta run in and let them know I'll be detained for awhile." 

"I won't get you into any trouble, will I?" 

"Ha, I'm pretty sure we don't have to worry about that! No, it'll be fine," Mike answered. "And besides, who says she has to know anything?"

"Not I," I replied, feeling naughtier by the minute. 

I stood waiting for him in a flustered state. We both knew good and well that something was going to happen at his house. My curiosity was still in a peaked state, but I wasn't really ready to break my marriage vows. I wanted to play some more, and quite frankly, I wanted to see his big cock again. Possibly play with it a bit, and if he made me (and I hoped he would) I wanted to show him that I was as good as Tina at pleasing him, and WAY better than Raquel had been. 

"Yes," I thought to myself, "I will probably suck his cock again, given the chance." I wanted to taste his cock again. I even found myself wanting that flood of semen that Raquel got last time and Tina so kindly cleaned off of her. That would be the limit. I would suck him off, but wouldn't really let him touch me, and certainly not let him fuck me. That I would reserve for Jem. This was the way I rationalized that it was ok. Sure, it was thin, but it would have to do. 

Mike didn't leave me waiting very long. He finished up his errands inside, and met me again in the parking lot. I hoped that I looked as good to him as he looked to me. As he walked me to his car, he gently placed his hand on my back. I felt chills race through me at this initial touch. As we neared his car, I felt him slid his hand down, and nearly squealed as I felt his hand gently grip my butt! He only did it for a moment, just long enough for me to know that his intentions were likely far from pure, and I actually found myself wanting more. However, there was no way I could take the role of the aggressor that would have to come from him. I did, however, find myself hoping he would continue to push the limits. 

On the way to his place we chit chatted a bit. He asked me about 'my little man', and I said he was just fine. He again apologized for hitting him with the volleyball, and stated that he hoped he didn't do any permanent damage. 

I have to admit that found it a bit brazen that he continued to talk about my husband. Normally, I would expect a guy who wanted to flirt around or play with a married lady to avoid the husband topic all together, to avoid throwing any emotional complications into the mix, to avoid possibly sabotaging his chances. Mike, on the other hand, was too confident for that. It seemed like he WANTED me to think of Jem, almost as if he were taunting me with it a bit. Like he wanted me to think of him, and STILL want to go through with whatever lay ahead of us. The scary thing was that was exactly what was happening! Regardless of any thoughts I had of my husband and our happy marriage, I was going to go through with this. True, I would keep it under control, but I had no intention of backing out now. 

Soon he steered the conversation around to my looks. He kept telling me what a hot little white chic I was, how lucky my little man was, and that he hoped I wasn't too much for him. He also went on to tell me how he had noticed me right away, the moment he saw me and how interested he was in me from that first time.

Now don't get me wrong. I'm not completely naïve. I have had guys feed me these kind of lines many times in the past. I remembered full well that the first time he met me he had just gotten done having his throat down Tina's throat, and scarcely noticed me sitting there.

I've turned lots of guys down who did a better job BSing than Mike. He was trying to sweet talk his way into my pants, and he was far from the first guy to try this. Normally I would have shut a guy down long ago, but for some reason, it was working very well for Mike. Perhaps it was because it didn't really matter WHAT he said to me. Though he was quite charismatic, I was pretty sure it was something a bit more primeval that was propelling this situation further. 

About that time we arrived at a subdivision of condos. He didn't have to tell me that it was his and Tina's place as we arrived. I had been to Tina's place before he had ever met her. I continued to surprise myself by not really being all that reluctant, as I followed him through the front door, though I did feel myself getting goose bumps as the cool rush of air conditioning met with my warm skin. I looked down at my arms, at the fine hairs standing on end, then glanced down at my chest and noticed my nipples were prominently poking out of my tight t shirt.

As we entered, he held the door open for me and I walked past him. As I was passing, I felt him place his hand squarely on my ass. He used his other hand to grab a belt loop on my jeans and pull me back into him! I felt myself crush against his huge frame – it didn't budge. He lifted me slightly as he bent down to me, I have never experienced anything like it – being lifted from my feet as though I weighed nothing. At the same time, he drew me to him, covering my lips with his in a huge, sensuous kiss! I was kissing someone other than Jem for the first time in years. Before I even considered what was happening, I felt his tongue in my mouth, and what's more, I was kissing back and lightly moaning for all I was worth.

It was so different than kissing Jem. With Jem, it was always very gentle and loving. With Mike, it was hard, and urgent, and scary, and demanding-all at the same time. I felt as if I was falling. 

Though my eyes were closed tightly, I heard him somehow manage to close the door. He lifted me up higher, spun me around, and pinned me hard against the door. I felt completely at his disposal. He was moving me around like a little rag doll-like a plaything. God, that was such a hot image in my mind, and I moaned a little louder back into his eager mouth. He knew he had me. Hell, he may have known he had me the moment he saw me that day. 

My mind was pretty much made up at this point. I had been thinking about, obsessing about, and fantasizing about his cock every since Tina started telling Raquel and I about it. She had gone on and on in great detail about it, until her obsession had seemed to somehow transfer to me. I had listened to her, envisioned it, envied her, fantasized about it, and then finally she had been so brazen as to display it before me – to wave it under my nose at our barbeque. She had even allowed me to briefly experiment with it, expecting that to be enough. Well, it wasn't enough- I wanted MORE! 

All at once, his hands were all over my body. Instinctively, I moved my hand to the front of his athletic shorts and began rubbing the massive meat inside them. It was only partially hard, but it felt so huge and heavy through his shorts already! I was panting into his mouth, I wanted it – and he knew it. 

My desires seemed to completely overtake me at this point. I became single-minded. All I wanted to do was please this man, to make him realize that I was so much better than he had originally anticipated and joked about the night of our barbeque. I wanted to go down on him, only this time, I wanted his sperm. I didn't want to share it with my friends – I didn't even want them to know about this. Regardless of how I felt about Jem, the man who was so effortlessly lifting me in his arms had become my sole fixation! 

I pulled back from the kiss, panting out loud now. "My God, you are so huge," I exclaimed honestly. I wasn't at all trying to mask the fact that I wanted what was inside his shorts. 

"All the better to please a pretty little married lady such as your self," he replied smugly. "You need to take it out, before I hurt myself in these shorts!" 

Again I noted that it wasn't really a request. He was telling me exactly what he wanted me to do, and I required no further coaching. This is exactly what I had come here for, wasn't it? I mean, all that staying faithful stuff I had been trying to tell myself, it was really just a phasod-a silly excuse to enable me to summon the courage to come over here in the first place. 

Doing as I was instructed, I dropped to my knees in front of him in a similar fashion to what I had done in my own back yard on the pervious evening. I eagerly grabbed his shorts in both hands, on each side of him, and tugged them down. He was wearing no underwear, so his erection sprang out at me, almost menacingly! There is was, the thing I had been dreaming about; the cock that I pretended was inside me the last time Jem and I fucked and Jem thought I was asleep. I looked at my hands which I had placed on each of his thighs, and marveled at how attractive my white skin looked against his dark black skin. 

As I stared up cross-eyed up his long, thick, slightly bent, black cock, I noticed a large, thick drop of fluid oozing out of the tip. I could resist no longer as I swooped in, greedily licking the hot liquid into my mouth. I could taste his strong but wonderful seed. 

Any hint of hesitation melted away from me as I took him as far into my mouth as I could fit. I was determined to impress him, so similar to last night, I relaxed my throat and surprised both him and myself by taking well over 2/3 of his massive cock into my mouth and throat. 

I could see his surprise when I looked up into his eyes. I could tell he was not used to women being able to do this, and a huge surge of pride suddenly overtook me, giving me a bit of confidence and further fueling my excitement. As I tasted him, I thought to myself that I was determined to make this the best he had ever had-to show him that I was so much better than Tina. Then, when Tina bragged on and on to me later, I could know that it was actually me who had bragging rights! 




A Faithful Wife Ch. 03



At that moment, I suddenly felt him grip the back of my head firmly with his right hand. It was as if he thought I might change my mind and stop if he didn't hold me tightly. Fat chance of that! I reached my right hand up, and with three of my fingers, began to gently tickle the bottom of his balls. I was pulling all the way back and off his cock with a bit of a popping sound, then I would immediately go as far down on him as I could. I repeated this several times before I began to try to get into a bobbing rhythm with my mouth on his cock. 

He must have liked what I was doing, because he let out a huge sigh. When I glanced up, he had a look of total control and complete satisfaction on his face. There was no way I would be able to say no to anything he asked of me today. Tina's boyfriend now controlled me completely. I would do whatever he bid me, regardless of my husband. 

"Suck it you little married white slut," he said, as I began to taste huge amounts of pre-cum. My God, he produces more pre-cum than Jem produces in a complete orgasm, I realized in astonishment. I also noted that the taste of it was amazing. Jem's cum was always bitter and awful tasting, even though there was never very much of it. Mike's had an almost sweet and completely palatable taste, and it was having the effect of making my pussy drool-as if it were an aphrodisiac or something, and was spurring me on to make this giant of a man flood me with his cum. I wanted it. I wanted ALL of it! 

"Do you like it baby?" asked Mike. 

I pulled his cock from my mouth, stared at it lovingly, and replied, "Oh God yes," then resumed sucking immediately, as if I were afraid he might take it away from me.

"Do you want it bad baby?" 

"Mmmmm-hmmmm," I replied, not really wanting to take it out of my mouth again. I felt like a small child with it's favorite giant pacifier. I wouldn't give it up without a fight! 

"Well baby, I'm about to give you the best fucking you've ever had," he continued, causing a moan to escape my lips around his member. He knew he had me, there was no doubt about it anymore. "But there's going to be one condition, baby. You're going to have to do just exactly what I tell you to do." 

I pulled back from him, resting back on my haunches, looking up into his eyes. I saw nothing but adventure and fun there. I had to know what he was up to! 

"Sure," I replied simply, nodding my head enthusiastically, if not a bit over eagerly.

"Well my sweet little married white slut," he began, "I'm going to give you the fucking of your life, but I'm not going to cum in your pussy."

I gulped, trying to fully comprehend what he was saying to me. "You're not?"

"No. Instead, I'm going to fuck you again, and again, and again. I'm going to make you cum so many times you will lose count. Hell, you may even lose consciousness. But every time I cum, I want to cum in your mouth." 

"OK," I replied again maybe a bit too quickly, surprising even myself. Did I just agree to let this man fuck me over and over again? It sure sounded like it. 

"When I cum in your mouth, you are to swallow as much as you can. I am going to give you a cum bath. You will be completely covered with it and totally smell of it. You aren't allowed to clean up, brush your teeth, or even get a drink until you go straight home to Jem, walk right up to him, and give him a long, slow, sensuous kiss right on the mouth!" 

I don't know why, but I nearly had an orgasm as he described what he wanted! I was totally shocked, but at the same time completely transfixed by what he was telling me. Again it was as if he had delved into my deepest, most secretive fantasy, and was reading it out loud to me! I never knew I had these fantasies, but something within him was waking them within me!

I also completely understood the ramifications of these actions! Mike would fill my mouth with his cum, and only a few minutes later, I would be power kissing Jem! My husband would be tasting the spunk from this super stud! 

"I don't think I can do that," I said, doubtfully. 

"The hell you can't," he said authoritatively. "There isn't any turning back now you silly little girl," he said as he tapped his huge member against the side of my face. "You're in it now, and you are going to do exactly what I tell you to do, exactly the WAY I tell you to do it, is that understood?" he demanded. 

The scent of his erect penis was so masculine, and his voice so stern and commanding, I completely faltered. Any resolve I had seeped from me at that moment. 

"OK," I said. There was no denying it, he was right. I was in it, and I had absolutely no desire to turn back now. I lifted one hand up to cup his massive balls, and lifted his huge member with my other hand, completely admiring them. I did have to have them now, he was right. 

Mike's cock twitched. As I looked up into his eyes, I could tell that he was completely taken with the idea of not only getting to fuck me, but also the idea that not long after he was finished with me, Jem would be kissing my mouth – after my mouth had been completely filled with his sperm! Jem would smell and taste the cum that he completely covered his wife with. 

Whether I liked it or not, the idea turned me on too. 

Mike lifted me into the air. HE carried me up the stairs to what must have been his and Tina's bedroom. He set me on the bed, grabbed my T shirt in both hands, and pulled it over my head, exposing my white, lacey, half bra to his view. For the second time that day, I admired the way his dark skin contrasted against my completely white skin as his large, strong hands squeezed my big white breasts through my bra, causing a moan to escape my lips. 

"Nice," was all he said, as he reached between the cups to the clasp, freeing it with ease I've never experienced before. Jem normally struggled for at least half a minute with it. Mike was so different in every way. 

As my breasts spilled into view, I could feel his eyes drinking me in, his desire growing. He quickly worked the buttons on my jeans, and began pulling them off, somewhat roughly. My panties caught on the jeans and went right down with them, exposing my cleanly shaven pussy for him. 

He immediately dropped to his knees and began licking me, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, and nearly lifting me completely off the floor as he did this. His tongue was huge, and seemed to cover my whole pussy all at once as he found my clit and began working his magic on it. I felt myself on the verge of a huge orgasm already, and we really hadn't even begun. 

I had no desire to cum this way though. I wanted him inside me, and the sooner, most definitely the better! 

"Fuck me now Mike!" I begged him. "I need to feel you inside me."

"Hmmmm-I can't be certain, but I think my little white married wifey just asked me to fuck her. Is that right?"

"Ohhh God yes," I answered longingly.

We were both so turned on, I couldn't imagine him lasting very long. I knew I wouldn't. He lifted me up onto the bed, lifted my legs apart, and aligned his incredible cock with the entrance of my pussy. I was already soaked, and his licking served as an excellent lubrication. 

Just the same, it did hurt as his enormous head entered my pussy, then his massive girth that was unlike anything I had ever felt before began pushing further and further inside me. He sensed that he was hurting me, and slowed his pace just a bit. I knew this must have been maddening for him, because it was for me. I was impatient, and wanted to be fucked. The thought occurred to me that I wasn't the first white woman who he had fucked this way. In fact, he was fucking me on my best friend's bed, and rather than upset me, it only fueled my desire and made me want to further show him that I was the better lover than Tina. 

At long last, he had worked it all the way in. Our pelvises finally met, and he rested in that position for nearly 30 seconds as he kissed me deeply and sensually. He next pulled nearly all the way out. I looked down between us, and could see his amazingly thick and long cock, with just the huge head inside me. He then lowered back down all the way again. He repeated this for what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes. He was certainly taking his time, and the desire in both of us continued to grow! 

I finally grew tired of him being gentle. I looked up into his eyes and said, "Are you gonna fuck me or what?" 

I saw a brief flash in his eyes. I knew he was not accustomed to being challenged, and for a moment the look in his eyes frightened me. But then I could tell that he liked it. I was different than what he had been with before – maybe a bit more brazen, a bit spunkier. 

I sensed he was also determined not to disappoint me. He took my legs, and put them up on his shoulders and began fucking me deep, hard, and fast. He fucked me with a fury that I had never seen in my life! The bed's headboard banged hard against the wall, while the legs of the bed bounced hard on the floor, and I was moaning to the point of nearly screaming. In short, we were making some noise! 

Mike's cock was reaching places that Jem's never could. If he didn't already know, it was clearly evident now, I completely belonged to him. He owned me, and I would do whatever he told me. 

The next few hours is actually a bit of a blur to me. I had one orgasm after another, and there were periods where it seemed to be one long, continuous orgasm. Saying that it was the best sex I had ever had in my life is such an understatement-but it most certainly was. I had cum several times, and he still had not. This was about to change! 

Suddenly he withdrew from me. He moved quickly, straddling me and positioning himself on top of me such that he could press his large cock against my lips. He let out a guttural grunt and almost seemed to growl a bit as he held back nothing. 

I was so excited that I was actually about to make him cum! That is truly what I had come here to do today. I opened my mouth, relaxed my throat, and attempted to accommodate his as well as I could as he began pumping his cum into my eager mouth! 

To say that it was a lot of cum would again be such an understatement. It was just like last night with Raquel. He was cumming huge quantities into my mouth and I was swallowing for all I was worth, determined to do so much better than she did. I would swallow as fast as I could, feeling my mouth and cheeks filling. It began running down my chin, and I continued to struggle to keep up with his flow. I got nearly all of it, and I was so proud of myself. 

He didn't get soft at all! This fact completely amazed me! He laid me back on the bed and went back to fucking me. It was slower and gentler this time, with less need for completion. I had another orgasm as he kept up a slow and steady pace that seemed to almost over stimulate my clit since his huge cock rubbed directly on it due to the angle we were laying. 

This went on for what seemed like hours when he suddenly pulled out, grabbed me, and rolled me over. He lifted me up, and began fucking me doggy style, grabbing my tits beneath me and really pushing hard. This was definitely the hardest fucking I had ever had, he was being rough – I had never had anyone be rough with me, and I loved it. 

"Oh Gaaaaawd," I moaned. 

"You like that you little slut?" he asked. 

"Ooooo—oooooo-oooo-yeeeeees!" 

"Then ask me to fuck you!" 

"Oh Gaaaaawwwwwd, FUCK ME MIKE! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" 

"Is this better than that little wimp does?" 

"Yeeeeesssss." 

"Tell me he's a wimp, SAY IT!" 

I knew it was all part of the great fuck, but at the same time, I felt hesitant to say it. This only seemed to encourage Mike who fucked harder and faster and with more fury than I ever thought was possible. And it was definitely working, I was nearing another crashing end. 

"SAY IT! SAY IT!" he demanded, fucking me harder than I had ever thought possible. He squeezed my dangling breasts hard in his strong hands as he plowed me like I had never been plowed in my life! 

"My husband is a wimp....ahhhh...ahhh...ahhh...and you....ungh ungh ungh...fuck SOOOO much betteeeeeeeer," I groveled as drool began leaking from my mouth down onto the bed, as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I very nearly lost conciseness from the intensity of it. 

This must have worked for him to. The idea of not only getting to fuck a married woman, but also pretty much owning her seemed to be what fueled his sexual fire. He pulled out quickly again, positioned himself above me, and shoved his cock back into my mouth! 

He started cumming again. This time it wasn't so much a thrusting overflow as just a continuous large flow that again filled my mouth completely. When he finished, I looked up into his eyes, opened my mouth a bit, and showed him a huge amount of cum on my tongue. As he looked at me, I closed my mouth and swallowed it all for him. He just smiled and began rubbing his cum covered cock all over my lips, nose, and forehead and even in my hair. My face was completely wet, sticky, and covered in his seed. 

"OK, let's do it now!" he said. 

I knew exactly what he meant. It was time for me to fulfill what I had agreed to do before we started. I began putting my clothes back on, wondering if I could really go through with this. 

He told me to call my husband and lie to him, telling him that I was at the grocery store and my car wouldn't start. He would take me back to my car and each of us would drive our own cars over to the grocery store. He would find a place out of sight to watch...and he wanted to see me kissing him, and that I better not wimp out on him or this time would be our last! 

Guess this took away the idea I had of cleaning up a bit before doing it without telling Mike. He must have sensed this plan, and he was going to make sure I lived up to my agreement! I had to kiss him on the mouth with Mike's seed all over my face. 

Half an hour later, with Mike inconspicuously parked several aisles over, but still with a great view, my husband pulled up to rescue his little wife whose car was stalled at the grocery store. 

As he approached, it occurred to me that he probably wouldn't know what he was tasting, but at the same time, the smell of cum was strong on my face, and I knew my breath was absolutely thick with it and even some of my hair was a bit sticky from it. I was going to have to distract him to keep him from getting suspicious. 

I felt my mind racing trying to figure out what to do as Jem approached me at my car. I thought about just giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, but I knew that was not at all the intent of Mike and my agreement. And hell, let's be honest, it wasn't at all what I wanted to do either. 

As he approached, I pretended to be the flustered young wife who was scared of being stranded at a grocery store with a car that wouldn't start. As he approached I thanked him for coming over, and when he got to me I threw my arms around him, and began kissing him HARD on the mouth. I felt myself very nearly cum and I could tell he was getting aroused from my kiss. I forcefully shoved my tongue into his mouth, harder than I had ever done before. He seemed to love it as I licked my tongue along his lips, then forced it back deep within his mouth. 

We continued this hard kiss for nearly a full minute, with me shoving my tongue nearly down his throat! As I did this, I heard Mike's voice in my head, encouraging me to tell him that my husband was a wimp. No since pretending it's not true I thought. He is.



A Faithful Wife Ch. 04



Notes to readers: Thanks for all the comments both positive and negative. 

Same as always:  If you like stories of young/innocent/married damsels being seduced into doing naughty things, please read and enjoy. If you don't, just skip this whole series. If you do choose to read, please remember, these are all fictional fantasies of mine. I'm just sharing them with you for fun. I hope you like them, but I certainly understand if you don't. I know it's not at all realistic, but I'm just having fun - so try not to take it too seriously.

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Jem was so relieved that I was all right when he came and picked me up that he didn't even think to question me about the car or to even attempt to determine what was wrong with it. After our sultry kiss, we regained our composure, and I saw Mike's car pulling out of the grocery parking lot out of the corner of my eye. We both simply got into Jem's car and headed for home. When we got home my husband arranged for a tow-truck to pick up my car and for a mechanic to have a look at it.

When the mechanic arrived, he obviously found the car with nothing wrong with it, so he called Mike and informed him that his silly wife had simply forgotten to take the car fully out of gear, and therefore it started right up for him.

Jem immediately began teasing me about something about women and cars to which I simply had to endure the ribbing. I mean, it was either that or tell him the real reason-that I had just received the fucking of my young life and become somewhat owned by a large stud of a black man, and was following through with some insanely kinky instructions he had given me to demonstrate his control over me. I decided to go with the teasing.

Later that evening, after diner, we went back to the grocery store and picked the car up. On the way over, my husband and I were chit chatting about everyday things, when it occurred to me that the next day I would be working a full shift with Tina. Raquel was scheduled off for the day, so it would be just Tina and I. I couldn't help wondering to myself what kind of stories about Mike she would have to share with me! I wondered if he would have the balls to fuck her only shortly after fucking me. Would he make her suck the huge cock that only hours before had been buried in my pussy? I had to admit, even though the thought caused jealousy to spring up inside me, it also made me a bit wet as I sat there in my husband's car, desperately trying to listen to him well enough to at least keep up with the conversation.

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The next day as I prepared for work, Mike telephoned me. He asked me if I wanted to get together again anytime soon. I, of course, said that I most definitely would. I'm pretty sure he had anticipated my answer, as he seemed to have the next line rehearsed.

"OK, but the next time it's going to be at your house – in your bed," he informed me.

I felt my legs go weak at this suggestion. He wanted to fuck me on the bed that Jem and I shared-our marriage bed. It was yet another demonstration of Mikes, intended to show me that it was he that was in total control now, and it was he would not only completely dominate me-an attractive married white woman, but he would also push me to my utter limits in anyway he could imagine.

"OK," was all I could muster as a response.

"And there are going to be some additional conditions this time," he continued. I could hear the edge in his voice.

"What kind of conditions," I asked, feeling a wave of nerves overtake me. What else would he demand this time? I had already shared an intimate kiss with my husband only moments after swallowing volumes of this man's cum. I just got done to agreeing to allow him to come to my house and fuck me on the very bed that my husband and I shared. What would be the next idea he would have to prove his control over me – to push me to the limit?

I had already forced myself to come to grips with the fact that I had made the transition from being faithful to being a complete cheater. In just a matter of a few moments in time I had changed from being completely honorable and trustworthy to becoming a total tramp simply to please my new lover.

Regardless of these facts, I really couldn't bring myself to feel too awfully bad about it. As long as Jem never found out, I wasn't really hurting anyone and the plain and simple truth of the matter was that sex with Mike was too good for me to pass up. Being honest with my self, deep down, I was just too selfish to give him up. 

Yes, Tina was right in what she had told me about this man; I felt no real intimacy, love, or any other touchy feely feelings for him. I just wanted his cock, deep inside me. And it was something more than that too. Something competitive had awakened inside me. I wanted to show Mike that I could be the best he had ever had. In spite of the fact that I had no desire to keep this man for myself, I was drunk on the here and now, and was not ready to relinquish it.

Obviously Mike must have had some similar feelings for me, since he took me to his live-in girlfriend's house and gave me the fucking of my life. While he wanted to show me how much of a wimp my husband was, to completely dominate and own me, I felt some similar desires to give him the feeling that he was getting the best he had ever had also - to show him just how much better I was than Tina. I'm sure these feelings were born from the fact that Tina had spent so many evenings seemingly gloating over how good her new lover was. It was as if she were throwing it in my face the whole time.

I realized that even though at one time being faithful to Jem had been the most important thing in my life, something had recently changed in me. Tina thrusting Mike into my life had been the catalyst that seemed to have changed all that. I didn't really ask for it to happen, but when it did, I was powerless to prevent it. So now I was determined to make the best of it.

Sure, cheating on Jem hurt me; there was no denying that, no matter how much I rationalized. At the same time, the fact of the matter remained that I had just had the best sex of my life, enjoyed it more than anything I could have ever imagined, and I was just going to have to focus on the positives and keep the negatives buried in my subconscious!

Mike satisfied me in ways that Jem could never hope to. Jem was very sensitive, and a complete gentleman. These were the reasons I fell in love with him. For these same reasons, I wanted to remain married to him, keeping what went on between Mike and I a complete secret. I was in love with Jem – I was in lust with Mike. Mike brought out primeval urges in me that Jem could never awaken. Yeah, he had a great cock and was amazing in bed, but he also brought out the slut in me. The debased, naughty, sneaky slut that I had no idea even existed in me.

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That night at work was a hectic and busy one. I had precious little time to think of my current situation of cheating with my best friend's boyfriend behind her back. Finally, when our shift was nearly three fourths of the way finished, Tina went on break and I was dying for some alone time with her.

I still hadn't really talked to her about what happened that night at my house. There were so many things I wondered how she felt about that night. Sure, there were the obvious things about what happened with Mike – but I had also not really been able to ask her about what happened between her and Raquel.

Though I had been awfully preoccupied with what was happening with Mike, there was also the fact that my two best friends had shared a sexual experience together. And while I've never considered myself to have any gay tendencies whatsoever, not even being slightly bi-curious, the fact that my two best girlfriends had had sex with each other, each were extremely attractive, and I had witnessed the entire episode did get my heart racing a bit whenever I thought about it! 

I was dying to ask Tina about it – how it felt, if she found it hot or if she simply had done it for Mike's benefit. But we had to have complete privacy and more than a few moments alone to have that conversation!

I was really too busy to take a break when Tina took hers, much to my frustration. Finally, after nearly 20 minutes into her half hour lunch, I just *made* the time for it. I simply had to talk to her. I was burning up with curiosity of what happened between her and Mike, so the stuff about Raquel would simply have to wait. If nothing else, I needed to make sure she had no suspicions of what all had been happening between Mike and I!

Now as I have stated before, Tina has never been shy about sharing the most intimate details about her and Mike's sex life. I had been hearing about his amazing cock and superhuman fucking abilities every since the first time she had sex with the man. Tonight she seemed a bit different though – she was definitely considerably more reserved than ever before. She never brought Mike up at all, and I found myself watching the clock, fearing her break would end and my questions would never be answered!

Finally, I decided I had to take matters into my own hands!

"I still can't believe what happened at my house the other night," I offered tentatively.

"Yeah, I guess we all had a bit too much to drink," replied Tina, looking as if she was experiencing regret from it all.

"It didn't cause any problems between you two, did it?" I further fished.

"Oh, no, not at all," she answered, still not offering anything of any substance up. This getting to be a lot like pulling teeth, and it was beginning to get on my already raw nerves.

"OK Tina, just spill it already," I said, finally losing patience.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, oblivious (or at least so she put on) to what I was talking about.

"Every night we've had breaks together you've shared you and Mike's crazy adventures. Now you're either mad at him, or Raquel and I, or something. What gives?"

"Oh don't be silly," she replied, completely seriously. "I'm not mad at him at all. I do think he was a bit tired last night though. And that's saying a lot, because my man is NEVER tired," she continued.

Now she had me. I could sense that she wanted me hooked again. This was the relationship between Tina and I; it was how all this craziness had all began; with her sharing all of her wild and crazy adventures with the naïve-old-married lady, the one with the wimpy little no-dicked husband. I knew that's what she thought. It brought her up knowing she had something so much better than I ever would. It made her feel superior or something.

"What makes you think he was tired?" I asked, hoping her tale would get really good at this point. 

I wasn't disappointed.

"Well, normally we fuck all night long. He has that tremendous stamina-ya know." 

Boy, did I?!?

She continued, "But last night, we get into the bedroom, and it was a bit different."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he takes off his clothes, and as usual, I am captivated. But when I ask him if he feels like a good hard fuck tonight he says:"

"Baby, tonight I want you to give me head like you mean it."

"Of course, I can never resist that, so I climb onto the bed between his legs, and start sucking him. Right in the middle of it, he pulls my head back and demands:"

"How do you like the way my dick tastes tonight baby?"

I had to struggle to suppress a moan at this. I WAS getting to him at least a little bit in the same way he was getting to me! He wanted his girlfriend to taste my pussy on his beautiful cock. He wanted to throw it in her face a bit.

"What'd you tell him?" I asked, completely unable to mask the fascination and excitement in my voice. Of course, she just thought I was getting worked up from hearing about her sexcapades as I usually did. She had no idea the source of my actual excitement!

"Well I told him of course I loved the taste of his beautiful cock, just like I always did. And I KNOW he was liking what I was doing, because I could tell he was real excited because he had a great deal of precum running down it earlier, as I could task the pungent flavor of it."

"Mmmmm-" was all I could manage.

"Now at least you'll know what I'm talking about when I tell you about his amazing cock," she went on gloating, finally getting back into her normal swing of conversation "now that you got to see it and even experiment with it a little bit at your barbeque. Hopefully it won't spoil you for poor little Jem!"

"Yeah," I answered, biting my lip to avoid giggling a bit. I didn't know what else to say. I really didn't need to say anything else anyway, she was more than happy to drone on. As usual, input from me was pretty much optional as long as I was completely captivated by her tale.

"Anyway, he kept telling me to suck his cock completely clean and to lick every inch of it, which as a good girlfriend I diligently obeyed, as always. He did fuck me some after I let him cum in my mouth, but it really seemed like his heart wasn't so much in it. Not that it really mattered. A half hearted fuck from him is still enough to make this old lady cum hard!" she bragged.

"I bet," I answered.

"Well honey, my break's like 5 minutes overdue now. I better get back or they're gonna dock my pay!"

"OK Tina, talk to ya after our shift's are over," I said, trying not to allow her to see me squirming in my seat. I had the overwhelming desire to touch myself, but I forced myself to refrain, wanting to save the sexual energy for my next encounter with Mike. 

I wanted to give him lots of pussy juice on his amazing cock for him to feed to Tina later. My only hope was that I'd get to hear all about it from her again!

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The idea of having Mike come to my house gave me a huge case of the willies. Don't get me wrong, nothing could stand between me and a repeat performance of our last get together.  But still, I had some serious mixed emotions about the risk of having him come to our house. 

But let's face it; Mike was not to be denied when he had an idea in mind. I had already come to the realization that he got a huge amount of sexual excitement from the idea of not only fucking an attractive married white lady, his girlfriend's best friend nonetheless, but also in the process of doing so, forcing the married white lady into humiliating her husband in any way his deranged imagination could come up with. So far, it had been capable of some fairly elaborate things, and I was guessing he planned to step things up this humiliation process even more during this meeting.

Just as these images were milling around in my mind, my thoughts were interrupted by my front doorbell ringing. 

"Oh God, he was here!" I thought, feeling that bad case of cold feet worsening at the prospect of him standing outside my front door for the entire world to see.

I peered through the security keyhole and saw him standing there, big as life. My mind momentarily screamed at me not to answer the door – to pretend I wasn't home, and maybe he would go away. 

The realization that it would be really easy either for Jem to return unexpectedly or for someone we knew to see him coming over had given me second thoughts. I felt panicked for a moment as a million scenarios flew through my mind. Maybe I could just pretend I wasn't at home? 

"Yeah, right," I told that fleeting thought.

I flipped the deadbolt, unhooked the chain and turned the door handle with as much poise as I could muster. As the door opened, he threw his arms around me, lifted me into the air as he had done the last time we met, and began kissing me just as he had done before. My hesitation instantly melted away as soon as I was in this huge man's strong grasp. My chemistry instantly reacted to him, causing my body temperature to rise and my heart rate to quicken. 

I decided to cut to the chase, no sense beating around the bush. Between kisses I breathed to him, "Oh God, Mike, I need you to fuck me so badly!" I was literally panting as I reached my hand down, groping for his erection. I was not disappointed, just as I hoped and suspected he was hard as a rock, and huge as ever!

I was again overwhelmed by his size and strength as he literally carried me over to the couch, throwing me down on it, and we continued our power kissing. I couldn't remember the last time someone had kissed me with such urgency, and it was having an immediate effect on me.

I suddenly felt each of his strong hands squeezing my breasts through my tight half-shirt, with no effort; he lifted it above my braless tits, and resumed squeezing my already erect nipples, somewhat roughly turning my sensitive nipples.

At that point, whatever fears or reservations I had felt before were instantly forgotten. He parted my legs slightly with his strong hand, and slid his long middle finger up the leg of my shorts, finding my already drenched pussy.

"Today I'm going to fuck you on your marriage bed," he told me, causing me to moan as I imagined it. I knew he was going to step things up a bit, and I was already feeling overwhelmed.  "Not only that, we are going to make the whole bedroom smell of sex and cum before your little wimpy husband gets home. We are going to completely drench your guys' bed in your cum and mine, leaving wet spots all over it. Then, when wimp gets home, you are going to take him up there and fuck him on the exact same bed. What do you think about that idea my little white married slut?"

I responded the only way I felt capable at that moment. I shoved my tongue roughly back into his mouth. He continued kissing me in this fashion for a few moments, then broke the kiss. He continued rubbing my clit with his long finger, but he put his mouth right next to my ear and began whispering into it as I worked my hand down the front of his shorts, again finding the object of my desire, hard and throbbing.

He whispered into my ear, "Have you ever heard of classical conditioning?"

I found myself in a bit of a sexual fog. I was having trouble focusing on what he was saying to me, as I was so eager to get on with what I wanted to do, which was have a repeat of the amazing fuck I had just had with him. I needed it bad, and that made conversation a bit of a challenge for me.

What did he ask me? What was classical conditioning, of course I had heard of it. I was a nurse for God's sake. The definition flashed through my brain, reminding me momentarily of Professor Garvey, the perverted old lecher of a teacher I had as an undergrad who was constantly trying to see down my shirt whenever I would bend over to hand him a paper or assignment at his desk.

I had taken Psych I and Psych II during my undergraduate studies in college and done very well in it. I was well versed in both Classical and Operant conditioning, but had very little desire to think about, much less discuss, either one of them at this particular moment.

I was still confused by where he was going with his questions, and eager to just get on with what he had come here to do, namely, give me the fucking of my life! 

Whatever he had dreamed up in his perverted mind that he wanted me to do I knew I would do, but couldn't all this talk wait until later? I tried to get back into our heated kiss, and more urgently caressed his hardon in an attempt to get his focus returned where it belonged, but much to my frustration, he held me back.




A Faithful Wife Ch. 04



"Listen to me!" he commanded, in a voice that captivated my attention. I stared into his eyes and nodded that I was listening.

"Have you heard of classical conditioning?" he repeated, with more urgency in his voice. It was obvious that this afternoon would go no further until we had this discussion.

"Yeah, I know all about it," I answered impatiently.

"Well I want us to begin the process of conditioning your little man into something interesting. I want him to eventually watch me fuck you."

I knew he could sense my immediate reaction as fear and hesitation poured back over me. For the first time since he had entered my house, the fear of discovery returned, and I considered putting an end to all this craziness. Sure, he was an awesome lay, and I was having a great time with all this, but I did NOT want to lose my marriage over it. I had always assumed that this would all remain secret – hidden from Jem and Tina. Was he out of his mind, getting Jem to watch us?

I was shaking my head, unable to form complete thoughts when he quickly continued, "not only will he watch us, but by the time you are done working with him, he will be convinced that the whole fucking thing was HIS idea in the first place."

"I don't think that will work," I replied doubtfully, thinking of how protective Jem was. I was fairly certain that if he had any idea, jealousy would be what he felt, not sexual arousal.

"Oh it'll work," he replied with that shit eating confident grin on his face. 

"You are going to go from being a hot little married white nurse, to a horny little psychologist. You are going to begin planting ideas into his little brain – directly through his little dick. You are going to use your amazing beauty, sexiness, and brains to convince him first that the idea of other guys finding you hot turns him on."

I was listening as if spellbound as he laid out his elaborate plan. He had obviously thought all the way through it from beginning to end.

Mike continued, "Anytime you get him really-really excited, you will begin talking dirty to him. Starting slowly at first, you'll begin by dropping subtle little hints here and there-just testing the water."

"OK," I said, beginning to get the picture he was laying out for me, but still feeling extremely skeptical, and not at all convinced that I wanted to take such a large risk with the future of my marriage.

"Anytime you allude to another guy checking you out, or possibly making inappropriate advances toward you, you will be power making out with him. You will wait until you are absolutely certain that he is completely aroused, and you have his little dick completely hard and nearly ready to cum. You will *condition* him to associate sexual excitement with other guys checking you out. Later, after he has had a chance to become used to this idea, you will begin telling him that they are making advances toward you, which you of course reject, and are outraged by – but you will point out to him over and over how these ideas are obviously exciting him because you can see how hard and ready he is."

As Mike continued to describe this to me, he resumed stroking my clit with his hand wedged into the leg of my shorts. I knew if he did this much longer I was going to cum right there on the couch, and I didn't really want my first orgasm to go that way. This could likely have been what got me to agree to this insane plan so easily.

"So what do you think?" he asked.

"I think, whatever you say!" I replied.

This was obviously exactly what he had wanted to hear. He lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me up to my bedroom, kicking the door all the way open.

I felt completely submissive to him as he pretty much threw me on my bed. We both began ripping our own clothes off as quickly as we could manage. My skirt and half shirt were discarded and tossed to the foot of the bed, leaving me completely naked. I had this huge desire for him to see all of me. I wanted to show him my most intimate parts, to give him complete access to all of my most intimate places.

I got up on all fours facing him on the bed as he approached with his massive hard cock bouncing menacingly with each step.

He reached down, grabbing a breast in each of his big-strong hands. My eyes fluttered, but I found myself staring down at his amazing cock as he stimulated my already hardened nipples. I found myself murmuring incoherent gibberish, my excitement building as he tweaked each nipple, then began running one of his hands down my stomach to my crotch. A knowing smile came on his face when his large middle finger made contact with my already soaking pussy and slipped effortlessly in.

I felt myself swooning as he pulled me forward somewhat roughly into his arms. I could feel my whole body pressing firmly into his solid body. I felt safe there, and very aroused, with his long hard cock nestled between us. As I looked down, I saw that it reached all the way to the bottom of my breasts!

As he held me, he gently but firmly rubbed my back as my tongue gingerly licked his. I felt his hands slide down my back to my ass, where he squeezed and lifted me effortlessly into the air to him. I found myself dazzled by his strength once again. I had never in my life been with someone so incredibly strong! I was reveling in the feeling of his hard, solid, muscular body.

Suddenly, I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing me downward. I knew what he wanted. I found myself eye-level with his incredible cock which was far beyond compare with anything I had ever seen prior to meeting him. It was, exactly as Tina had described to me, time and time again as she bragged about what she knew I would never have access to.

"See this, you little married white slut?" he asked.

"MMMM-HMMMM," I purred.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It's your big cock!" I answered.

"What else?"

"It's your incredible, big, black, wonderful cock," I answered, knowing what he wanted, and feeling my excitement rise with the idea that he wanted me to talk to him about it. I reached for it, but he pushed my hand away.

"You have to ask for it," he commanded, as he stood before me with his amazing erection just inches from my face.

"Please Mike, let me suck your incredible black cock," I begged.

I reached out and grabbed the end of his mammoth tool with my hand. It felt so unusual in my hand. Jem's penis was always completely engulfed by my hand, but the head of Mike's completely filled my palm. I found myself squeezing it, marveling at the fact that it was so completely hard and unyielding.  As I felt his warmth, it also occurred to me that his cock was throbbing, like a creature with it's own heartbeat. I felt that familiar thrill of excitement running down my spine.

I ran my hand up and down his length, then spit on the tip, in the middle, and up toward where it met with his balls. It took a ton of saliva to lubricate his cock, but this did the trick. I could now run both hands up and down his length easily, and soon his precum added to my saliva, completely lubricating my hands.

I moved in, inhaling deeply as my face approached his cock. I began by running my tongue along the tip of it, savoring the taste and again marveling at the hardness. As I tickled the tip of his cock, it jerked upward, signaling his excitement. God, it felt good knowing I had that control over such an amazing cock! I wanted it so badly. I moved my way down his large girth, running my tongue all up and down it, attempting to moisten it.

When I arrived at his balls, I lifted his huge cock up and licked at each nut, gently tickling them with my tongue also. 

He became impatient and pushed my head back to the end of his cock. I took this to mean that he wanted me to focus there, however this what not what he had in mind.  

Suddenly Mike pushed me back gently but firmly onto my back on the bed. As I looked up at him, he placed his hands on my knees, and forced my legs apart, staring at my bald white pussy with a growing hunger in his eyes.

He reached up and began running his index finger along my pussy lips, gently up and down. I was already worked up from making out downstairs and Mike's horny little plan, so I could feel my hips begin rising up off the bed to meet his finger. As I looked down, I could see it was already glistening with my juices.

I found myself relaxing as he continued to gently tease me with a very light touch. Suddenly I jumped a bit, as I felt him making contact with my clit. I found myself moaning and wiggling around the bed as he pushed his finger in deep, locating my g-spot.

"Oooooooh-Aaaaaah," I began moaning, as I felt an orgasm approach.

Each time I felt like I was getting close, he sensed it, and stopped doing what he had been doing, continually keeping me on the edge. I realized when I did cum, it was going to be huge.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked.

"Oooooh Gaaawd Yeeeees," I pantingly replied, hoping he would go ahead and take me over the edge. I needed so badly to cum now. This was not at all his plan though.

He completely stopped for a moment, readjusting himself, and bringing me back from the precipice. I was headed back there pretty quickly though when I felt his tongue licking at my labia, working it's way all around my pussy, and suddenly flicking on my clit. I felt myself swooning as he sucked my hard little nub between his lips and continued tickling it with the tip of his tongue!

While he was licking me, I suddenly felt his finger penetrate me. I was fairly certain that Mike's finger was at least twice as large as Jem's cock, and it felt like I was being fucked at the same time as he was licking me.

That was all I could stand! I felt the orgasm completely overwhelm me. I didn't even realize that I was screaming until the orgasm had nearly subsided. I sounded entirely like a crazed porn-star, who was faking the biggest orgasm of her life. Only I wasn't faking. 

As Mike had indicated, I could feel his saliva, mixed with my first cum drooling out of me and onto my marriage bed. I knew that this was only the first of several times that it would be soaked before this day was over.

Then Mike was climbing on top of me.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said. "And I won't stop until you ask me to. You are going to cum again and again."

He moved forward, nestling the head of his hard-on into my vulva.

"Do you understand?"

I nodded dumbly, feeling the head of his huge cock sliding into me. It didn't hurt like the last time, perhaps I had adjusted to him a bit. That had to be bad new for Jem, I thought to myself, and almost chuckled. Mike pulled up slightly so that I could watch as he pushed his cock into me.

I folded a pillow up on the bed to rest the back of my head on so that I could watch as he penetrated me. An audible groan escaped my lips as he continued pushing into me, stretching me to the limit. I just lay there, staring in amazement, my pussy squeezing tightly around him.

After less than half of his cock was inside me, he asked, "Does this feel better than little Jem? Ready to go way beyond where he can take you?"

"Oh Gooood, it's already way past that," I panted, as he continued to push into me.

Still he continued to enter me. When I thought my pussy wouldn't take any more, he slid it in even farther. The hugeness of his cock completely filled me. At last I felt the hardness of his pubis bumping against my mound and I knew that he was completely inside me.

The thought that my best friend's boyfriend was completely buried inside me in my own marriage bed filled me with a sense of danger. However, his promise to fuck me until I begged him to stop forced all other thoughts from my mind. I wanted this – that was pretty much all I knew - and I wanted it bad! 

Mike moved as if we had all the time in the world, sliding his cock almost all the way out of me before reversing direction and pushing it all the way back in again.

His thickness had my vaginal membranes stretched as far as they could go, but the tightness of the fit increased the friction, making the pleasure of his thrusts even more intense. When he sank all the way inside me, I could feel the hairs on his scrotum caressing the skin of my ass. I rocked up against him, crying out involuntarily as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

He increased the tempo of his movements slightly, knowing instinctively what it took to please me. Each time he drove inside, his rock hard chest brushed against the tips of my erect nipples, sending tingling bolts of electricity from my breasts to my pussy.

He was fucking me steadily now, without stopping between strokes. It was impossible to tell where the out strokes ended and the in strokes began. It seemed to go on and on forever. His ability to keep up the steady pace without slowing and without reaching his own peek made him the perfect sex partner.

I groaned as I felt my second climax of the day approaching. I could tell that this orgasm was going to be far bigger than the last one.

"Oh God Yeeeeees," I screamed as the power of the orgasm ripped through my loins. I threw my legs around Mike and held him tightly into me as I could feel more juices running down me and onto my bed. 

The thing of it was, Mike still hadn't even cum yet!

As I was still reeling from my orgasm and wondering when he would go, Mike said, "Tell me that you are going to do it."

I had no other choice but to surrender to his command.

"I'll do it," I said.

This spurred him on all the more. The fact that I was submitting to his demands seemed to be a total turn-on for him. He began fucking me hard and fast – nothing even remotely compared to gentle love making – this was shear animal mating!

Mike continued to plough me, hard. When I felt his entire cock continue the maddening pace in and out of me, I knew that I had absolutely no resolve left. It wouldn't have mattered if Jem and all the neighbors had walked into the room at this moment, I would not have asked Mike to stop.

It became crystal clear to me at this moment that I completely belonged to this big black stallion. I didn't love him or feel any feelings of endearment toward him. I was simply in lust with his fucking. 

Mike's cock was pretty much the only thing that mattered to me at this moment. He knew exactly how to use it to his complete advantage. I have never been fucked for so long nor so perfectly as this time. He pounded and pounded me and all I could do in response was have orgasm after orgasm.

"You ready for me to mess up you and your husband's bed completely now?" he asked.

"Yes, unhg-ungh, yes-" was all I could say, over and over again. This seemed to be the trigger point for him-my total submission.

"You want me to cum all over your bed?" he asked.

"Yes," I grunted. 

I felt him tense up as I was turning my head back and forth. The idea that he was about to cum triggered another orgasm from me.

I thought he was going to fill me completely with his cum as his cock began to tremble and swell inside me. I would have loved that, but that wasn't what he had in mind. Mike quickly pulled out of me, much like a porn star, and instead of showering me in cum, he shot his load all over the side of the bed next to me. Of course it was the side Jem sleeps on. And what a huge amount of cum it was too. I have seriously never seen so much in my life. It shot from the top of the bed to the foot, completely covering it.

Watching him cum refueled my arousal. When he had completed, he had begun to grow soft. I crawled up to him on all fours on the bed, and took his softening cock back into my mouth. I noted that even softening, his cock was actually still much longer and thicker than Jem's.

"You just can't get enough of this big black dick can you, my little white married slut," he goaded me.

It's not like I could argue with the man. In spite of my multiple orgasms, I wanted more, and Mike didn't seem to mind at all. His stamina was, as Tina had told me time and time again, absolutely amazing. With just a little coaxing, I had his cock completely rock hard and ready for action again.

After awhile, he must have grown bored with this, as he grabbed me, and rolled me over. Much like he had done the last time we were together, he lifted me up, and began fucking me doggy style, once again grabbing my tits as they dangled beneath me as we fucked. 

It was at that moment that I decided that this may very well be my favorite position. From this position he was able to fuck me so roughly and with such a vengeance that the bed was banging roughly against the wall.  "Oh Gaaaaawd," I moaned, knowing that another orgasm was not far.  "You like it like this don't you?" he asked.  "Ooooo—oooooo-oooo-yeeeeees!"  "Tell me that Jem's a wimp and that fucking him is a joke compared to fucking me."  "Oh Mike! Jem's a total wimp and I would much rather be fucked by you," I exclaimed, realizing that in my lust the opinion of my husband was growing less and less.  As always, the talking was pushing me over the edge. I was nearing still another amazing cum, and Mike showed no signs of wearing down.

When I came I very nearly passed out. I don't know how much longer Mike fucked me; it seemed like hours. I was actually beginning to worry that it may be getting time for Jem to return home. At that exact moment, the way I was feeling, I don't think I would have even cared if he would have.

The next time Mike came, he didn't pull out and shower the bed; instead he completely filled me with it. This was the most amazing feeling. Even after he had already cum, his orgasm was not really diminished from the first time, and I could feel him completely filling me.

With that, he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, and sweating profusely. I was too exhausted to move, and felt so secure that at some point, I fell completely asleep!

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I was awakened some countless time later by the sound of Jem calling to me from downstairs!

"Honey – I'm home!" he called.

"SHIT!" I was in a total state of panic. I was bare assed naked, had volumes of cum dripping from my pussy, the bedroom was a complete wreck, and fucking Jem was home.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," I whispered to myself as I got up and started running around the room like a possessed woman!

"Honey -?" Jem called from the stairs, as he began climbing them, looking for me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I had put my panties on backwards and had to climb back out of them, as I was reaching for my skirt I fell over!

Abandoning that, I ran over to the door bare assed naked and locked it with a click.

"What the?" said Jem as he arrived at the door and began working the handle. "Jane, are you in there?"

"Yeah, I'm in here baby," I called back to him, giving up on the panties and throwing them under the bed. I grabbed my skirt and pulled it on faster than I had ever thought possible.

"What are you-" he began.

"I have a surprise for you, but I need a minute," I answered, throwing my half shirt on and quickly stuffing my tits into it, trying to arrange them-the damned thing was snagged though – I had to take it completely off again, then pull it back on.

"What are you doing?" he asked. I could hear concern in his voice now.

"Just give me a minute," I answered, looking at the bed. I could see the stain all up and down on the sheet! That wouldn't do. I grabbed the comforter from the side of the bed, throwing it over the stains from earlier, and noting with dismay that I could still plainly smell the sex from Mike and I earlier.

I ran into our adjourning bathroom, and threw on some deodorant. As quickly as I could I fixed my hair in the mirror and splashed on the expensive perfume Jem had bought me for our last anniversary. I sprayed it on my neck, dabbed some on my cleavage, and on down my stomach.




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I looked hot. I was pretty much still aglow from the amazing fucks I had received earlier, and all this excitement seemed to get me aroused all over again. I knew how I could distract Jem.

Just as he was getting ready to knock on the door again, I whipped it open, and grabbed him.

"I've been waiting for you to get home all day," I lied to him, grabbing him roughly and shoving my tongue deeply into his mouth.

"What happened to you today?" he asked when I came up for air briefly and began pulling his clothes off him.

"Wouldn't you like to know you small dicked wimp," I thought to myself. What I said was, "I've gotten myself all worked up thinking about my big stud man coming home and giving me the fucking of my life!"

He needed no further encouragement. We made our way to the bed, me noting that he didn't lift me from my feet and throw me on it as I was becoming accustomed to. He entered me, and started fucking at his one pace – overdrive. It was over in like 2 minutes. I faked an orgasm for the first time ever. I couldn't even tell he was inside me. Mike was completely ruining my husband sexually for me.



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Jem let out a groan. I realized that I have scarcely ever shown this kind of sexual aggression and he must be enjoying it. I also realized from experience, if I kept it up this approach for another 10 seconds, he would cum right in my mouth, and be pretty much done for. There was no way I wanted it to end that way! I NEEDED to be fucked. I grabbed his elbow, and nearly drug the poor man up to the bedroom – hastily tearing off my own clothes as we went. I could see the dazed and surprised look on his face, but he also seemed to not have any complaints.

"Fuck me, ya big stud!" I exclaimed to my still shell-shocked husband. He didn't need to be asked twice. He lined his hard cock up with my drooling pussy, and started fucking me. Within seconds I was literally screaming out an extreme climax. Jem's climax followed seconds later.

As my amazed husband collapsed on top of me, he began laughing.

"What's so funny?" I laughed with him.

"You are going to have to work more often if it makes you feel that way!" he exclaimed incredulously.

"Baby, it's YOU that makes me feel this way," I lied to my husband for the first time in my life.