41 comments/ 134165 views/ 74 favorites Ginger Goes All The Way. By: WatchesGinger I guess I knew it would be a good day the night before, when she told me to lay out her clothes for her. I chose a mid-thigh black skirt, a silky cranberry blouse, black jacket, and textured black stockings. She came in as I was choosing her shoes, cranberry pumps that complimented the blouse. She crossed her arms and sighed heavily. "What the fuck is this?" she said, walking to the bed and picking up the stockings. Her tone caught me off guard, and I felt a not at all unpleasant "thud" in my chest as she turned her eyes to me. "Uhhh...they look great on you baby...they're sexy." Lame. I hadn't expected the tone. She smiled...no...she grinned, and stepped toward me. "Baby..." she whispered as she drew near, "I can't look like a total slut at work...you know that by now. Subtly slutty...isn't that what we say? Save these for another day, OK?" Her tone had softened, her eyes danced...she knew what she'd done to me, and she knew we both loved it. I went to the dresser and chose plain back stockings, lace topped at least, and put the others away. "Nice baby...thanks." She planted a soft lingering kiss on my lips. My cock bobbed in my shorts...I wondered if she knew the power she held over me. She was up before me in the morning, I heard the alarm through the morning haze, the shower running. Smelled her perfume as she moved about getting dressed. It was Friday drinks at her work that evening, they did it once a month, and she'd go in early to get a jump on the day since they'd leave the office a bit early that night. She'd never had me lay out her clothes for work drinks, but our play had been escalating over the past several months. She was learning to pull my strings, gauging the effect. No sex last night, she'd claimed the early morning as her excuse with a wry smile, then slid over and pressed against me, feeling my stiffness. She knew, because I'd told her, that little things like last night's harsh tone would stay with me and inflate my cock throughout the day as my mind inevitably drifted back to the moment. "Really??" she'd asked, not quite believing. "Really" I'd said. "Hmmm." she'd said, a thoughtful smile on her lips, and I'd enjoyed a flurry of those moments ever since. Drifting back to sleep, I jumped slightly as she touched my stomach, thought she was leaning down for a kiss goodbye, but then felt her nails trail lower, inside my shorts as she began to stroke me. I stiffened, and she withdrew her hand. I watched in the dim light of the clock LEDs as she hiked up her skirt and slipped out of her panties, then straddled my head and lowered herself over me. She pushed my shorts down and took hold of me as I sprang in to the cool air. She smelled great...soap, perfume, the delicate rosewater drawer liners, all mixed with her scent. She was wet already and I groaned involuntarily at her taste as I pushed my tongue into her slit. She sighed, stroking me softly, as I pushed my tongue inside, flicked it over her clit, and found a rhythm. She began to pump me as I worked at her now slippery lips and I felt her legs tense against my sides as she drew closer. She cried out softly when I nibbled her clit, then sat upright and let go of me as I sucked it between my lips. She always came easily when I licked her and I had her at the brink now. I released her clit, pulled my tongue back, planted a soft kiss on her lips, teasing her back for her letting me go. I felt, more than heard, a low growl in her throat, then her hand on my head, nails scratching my scalp as she pushed her ass more firmly on to my face. Holding my head in place, she began rocking, and I obligingly replaced my tongue on her clit. She came hard after only a few fervent thrusts of her hips. Ginger isn't a regular squirter, she's more of a flooder because her pussy seems to flood inside when she cums, her juices ultimately dripping or splashing out depending on her stance. She's squirted on occasion, but this was a flooding orgasm. I heard my name, she always says my name when she cums and I love it. I lapped at the juices that dripped from her as she tensed and relaxed above me. She lifted her ass and sighed. I let my tongue slip over her asshole, evoking a giggle and a shudder, then she was up and standing next to the bed. My cock still throbbed, bobbing loosely in the darkness. She pulled on her panties...me wondering what was going on as she'd never left me hanging before. She leaned down, stroked my cock as she kissed me deeply, running her tongue over my lips as she pulled away. "Mmmm...I taste good." she said, then "I'm late...you'll have to finish yourself, you lucky cuck." And she was out the door. I lay there a little stunned, turned on beyond belief, and savored her lingering scent and taste as I quickly brought myself off. I was distracted all day, thinking about last night and the morning, anticipating tonight. Ginger had been promiscuous, to say the least, after her divorce and still so after we'd met. I made no secret of liking it, even encouraged it, while we got to know each other. She had not fucked another man since we'd started dating seriously though, and had resisted my pleas to do so steadfastly. The topic came and went over the 3 years since we married, always a nice way to spice up our sex life, but always limited to naughty talk between the sheets. I looked forward to more of the same tonight, counting myself lucky to have such a beautiful partner to indulge me. Our play had escalated recently as I mentioned, however, and my curiosity at what tonight would bring filled me with a pleasant anxiety. My mind drifted back to the early spring. The air smelled of sex, of sweat, faintly of whatever the cyberskin dildo that lay by my leg is made of. It had arrived that day. She'd made a real game of it, first suctioning it to the wall and kneeling before it, her brown eyes locked on mine as she sucked it. It's slightly bigger than me and her lips looked amazing stretched around it, sliding over its veiny shaft. "C'mere baby..." she'd whispered, beckoning with a lacquered nail as she took it back in her mouth, parting her knees to show me where to go. I lay back and slid beneath her, looking up as she sucked it and lowered herself on to me. Things got really good after that. Later, as we lie panting, the sweat drying on our skin, she propped up on her elbows and asked, "So how would we go about finding someone to fuck me, anyway?" It wasn't a sincere question, rather a chiding one, as if it couldn't happen. I laughed involuntarily. Ginger is 5'7 and about 155 pounds, a nice full C cup and ass. Not skinny, curves in the right places including a bit of a tummy that I find incredibly sexy. She complains about it, but she's 36 to my 39 and all in all I think we look good for our age and sizes. Dirty blonde hair naturally, which I find gorgeous coupled with her dark brown eyes. She dyes it now and then, another change to add some spice, but then it was her natural color. She laughed with me but cocked her head questioningly. "Sweetie, you could get just about any guy, any time you want." I'd said. "Riiiiggghht." "Well," I said, thinking about it, "There are probably a dozen ways to go about it..but for me, the best way, the sluttiest way, would be for you to pick up a stranger in a bar and take him somewhere." She shook her head. "Guys think it's so easy...I didn't get laid every time I went out to a bar, you know..." "But you could have." "No way." she retorted. We went back and forth a bit, ultimately making a bet of it. We'd go Saturday night, hop around to a few bars, and see how many guys she could leave with if she were so inclined. I secretly hoped this would be "it", that she'd really do it, but it turned out pretty well regardless. That Saturday night was the first time she had me pick out her clothes. She'd been doing some web reading on cuckolds and found this was something that some guys who were in to it did for their women. She was duly impressed with my work. She looked great and it was all I could do not to call the night off and take her for myself before we left. At the bars, I'd go in first, she'd come in a few minutes behind and go to the opposite side of the bar. If someone hit on her, she'd play along for a drink, then we'd exchange texts and she'd beg off to meet a friend she was expecting. If the guy said anything about the two of them getting out of there, a point for me. Otherwise, a point for her. Honor system. After one drink or the proposition to leave, she'd text me, pretending to text the friend she was waiting for. I'd reply and she'd beg off as if her friend were just arriving, then we'd move on to the next bar. In the first two places, two guys approached, she had two drinks, and I scored two points. In the third, someone approached her, but she abruptly stood and walked toward the ladies room, nodding at me to join her and leaving the guy standing there. In the restroom hall, she claimed that I'd obviously picked three meat-markets as the last guy hadn't even offered her a drink, just asked if she wanted to go someplace more private. I laughed and shook my head, but agreed to move on and picked a string of rather sedate pubs to put an end to her argument. After five more places, we tallied the score as I started the car. My lead was insurmountable, six propositions to two "nice guys", as she called them. She was drunk. She'd taken to sipping her drinks and had only a club soda for her last drink, but she'd had plenty. She eyed me in the dark car, placed her hand on my crotch. "One more place, one more guy..double or nothing." she said. She hates to lose. "I don't know...six to two...I think I need odds here babe." I replied. "Odds? You fucker." A slight slur in her voice. "OK...you can do what you want for the next week...anything you want." "Anything?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "No...I won't fuck another guy...we've covered that...but YOU can do anything you want. To ME." She then added quickly. Not really great odds, she knows I like to lick her more than anything else, so it was a win-win. But I was getting to see her hit on by a host of other guys, and besides, it was a win-win, how could I refuse? Inside the next place, I saw the bartender approach her after a while, nod his head across the bar. We both looked as a striking black guy tipped his drink toward her. She was flustered, started to look my way, so I looked away, but nodded my head a few times. I waited a beat, then looked at her. She was looking at her drink, thinking, then she looked up, bit her lip nervously, nodded, and smiled at him. Ginger grew up and had lived in the south her whole life. She isn't prejudiced toward anyone, but certain things just weren't done in her experience, and flirting with black guys is one of them. Her ex would have gone nuts. She looked at me as he made his way around the bar toward her, so I gave her a wink and nodded again. A table opened up across the room, so I moved. It gave me a view from behind them, but I looked on at them sideways since they'd turned to face each other while talking. I texted her as she sipped her drink. "Let's see some leg, sexy..." I saw her react to the phone, she started to gather her things, probably wondering why I was calling it off early. She looked at her phone and laughed. He had a questioning look, she said something, and they relaxed again. After a minute she shifted on the stool, letting her skirt ride up a bit, glancing at me sideways with a wicked smile as her stocking top came in to view. She really was drunk. He noticed. After a bit, he touched her arm, and she didn't pull away. I saw his other hand slide over to her knee. It drifted higher as they talked. She pulled back the rest of her drink quickly though, then looked over at me, which I interpreted to be surrender and a call to end the bet. She picked up her phone and sent the text, then looked at it to make her point, but she couldn't fake a return message arriving as he'd already heard the tone once. She looked at me again, a beat longer. I just smiled, shook my head. Her eyes narrowed slightly, she turned back to him. Then an almost imperceptible glance at me followed by a slow shifting of her weight, allowing her legs to open further. My cock nearly broke through my slacks as his hand slid higher, fingertips disappearing under her skirt. She looked at me again, so I pulled out my phone and sent the text. She grabbed her phone, touched his arm, and made an awkward exit. He looked shattered. In the car she growled, "You are such a PRICK!" But not angrily. I laughed. "Wait..wait...so I guess I win?" "Fuck you..." shaking her head. Did I mention she hates to lose? "Hey", I said, my voice growing serious, wavering a bit. She looked at me. "You...uhh...you can if you want, you know. Go back in there." The car grew quiet, she thought for a beat. "You really want that...would really like that?" She stared at me and I didn't reply. "God..you really would...I can see it in your eyes." She reached over and took my hand. "Baby, listen. We play at this...it's a fun game and I like it, even tonight. It's a game though." She paused, then continued, "I don't want to go back in there, and I wouldn't even if I wanted to. What I want is for you to take me home and do what you want to me. You did win, after all...you shit." That was as close as we'd gotten to the real thing, but that night sparked an escalation and the past few months had been all the better for it. The ringer on my cell brought me out of my reverie. I looked to see Ginger's cleavage on the display screen. Over the summer, she'd come out ready for an outdoor party with a plunging button down blouse coupled with a push-up bra that really showed her assets. I'd looked and said "Nice cans...", smiling. "Too much?" she asked, seriously. "Nahhh...you should undo the top button, in fact." She sighed heavily, then "Dammit...I'm changing." And she turned. "Hey, hey...." I touched her shoulder..."Joking...it's not too much, you look fantastic, really." Later, she gave me a somewhat exasperated look as a friend of a friend openly ogled her tits while we stood talking in a group. I just smiled. Her eyes narrowed (I get that a lot from her), she spun on her heel and excused herself. She rejoined the group minutes later, staring at me for a beat with a smug grin. I looked, and saw she'd undone the top button. I think I saw the guy actually drool a bit after that. Later that week she called, and there was the picture on my phone. She'd grabbed it at some point, snapped the pic and set it to her name. I love it. "Hey Gin..." flipping open my phone. "Hey..." she said, then was quiet for a bit. I asked "How's your day...everything OK?" "Yea...listen...I'm sorry about this morning..you know, leaving you hanging like that." "You're sorry?" I stood, pushed my office door closed, then in a lower voice said "You'll make a lousy cuckoldress if you're going to apologize when you're mean to me." I said, trying to impart a smile in my voice. "So you liked it?" "Definitely...it surprised me, but it was...it was hot. And I've been thinking of you all day." "Hmm." she said, then "Well, that WAS the intended effect. I was feeling bad though." "Well, you shouldn't...no need. I can't wait to see you later. How's my outfit working out, by the way?" "Ha...well...I'd say it's having your intended effect. Guys stop talking when I walk by." "Ahhh, nice." I replied, then "Any potential f-buddies in there?" I heard a deep breath...not quite a sigh of exasperation, then she said, "ANYWAY...meet me at Jake's after your dinner? We should be wrapping up drinks by then." "Yea, sounds good. See you there." She whispered, her voice husky..."See you baby...", then click. Such a damn tease. Interesting choice, Jake's. Innocent enough at first glance, it's a pub in a hotel, one of three bars / restaurants spread around the lobby. Her work drinks were in another of them, a steak place with a bar, big standing tables and good appetizers, and it's an easy walk for me from the place I was taking a client to dinner in. But, she'd picked the spot for work drinks this time, and she knew where I was having dinner. And, Jake's is the last place we went for "the bet" as it has come to be known between us, where the black guy bought her the drink. I think she was playing with my head, and I'd tell her so later. She'd feign surprised innocence, of course. As it was...I never got the chance. My mind drifted again, the first really nice Saturday of the year, a couple of weeks after the bet. I'd broken out the hammock and set it up under the deck, the underside of which I'd covered to catch and drain the rain to the side yard. We could lay under there all summer, any weather, it was a favorite for me. I was lying there reading when she came down the deck stairs and around the corner. Her hair was up in a cute pony tail, she was wearing one of my white dress shirts, no bra, and short cut-off jean shorts, bare feet. I only knew of the shorts from the dark blue showing faintly through the shirt, as my shirt hung to mid-thigh on her. She dresses like that, wearing barely anything, when she wants sex. She came over to the hammock and told me to scoot over, though, so she had something else in mind. We'd tried sex in the hammock once when we first got it, and wound up wondering whether we needed to go to the emergency room. She'd fallen and hit her head hard on the patio, bending me sharply as she fell off me. We'd both recovered, but from then on the hammock was off-limits for anything more than heavy petting. She pressed against me, swung a leg over mine, her head on my chest, and sighed as we swayed slowly. She smelled like vanilla. I was instantly aroused, I couldn't help myself. She has the softest skin I've ever felt. I commented on it after we were together the first time and she told me she rubbed baby oil all over after every shower and bath. When I'm near her, I need to touch her to feel that softness, and it inevitably arouses me. She seemed a little tense, though, so I just held her for a bit and waited. She sighed again, then spoke softly. "I have to tell you something, Thomas." Then silence. "OK..." I said..suddenly nervous. Another sigh...then "It's just...I don't think it's too big a deal, but..." "But what baby? You're worrying me here..." "I'm sorry...it's just...the night of the bet...something happened that I didn't tell you, and then I lied...and...I just wanted to tell you but it didn't seem the right time, and then it was over...but it's just eating me up." I lifted her chin, looked in her eyes and kissed her forehead. "Ginger...I don't know what it could be, but we can work out whatever it is so long as you want to work it out." She put her head back down on my chest...her voice quavered when she spoke again. "That last guy...he touched me." I was relieved. "I know he did baby...I saw his hand on your leg, I saw it slide up under your skirt." She shook her head slightly. "Yea...but you didn't see him move it higher...he slid it up, and I looked at you because I thought you'd like it, but you pulled out your phone to send me that text and you didn't see. His fingers touched me...through my panties. And I was wet, and so they were a little wet from the whole night, and he felt that, and it felt like an electric shock up my spine when I felt him there. We both jumped. And then my phone went off..and that was it." "OK...ok..." I said. My heart was beating hard. She was right, I would have liked it...I sort of liked it now, but I didn't know where she was going with it. Ginger Goes All The Way. She started again. "Then, in the car...you said I could if I wanted...that I could go back in...and I said I didn't want to." She sniffled a bit...starting to cry. "But I lied. I did want to...right then...I could still feel where he'd touched me, and I wanted him to do it again...and so I lied to you. I'm sorry baby..so sorry...I just didn't know what to say and didn't know if wanting it would be OK, and..." "Shhhh..." I hushed her, pulled her tight. "That's nothing to cry over honey...it isn't..I promise." I stroked her hair, said "Listen...it's OK...I'm OK with it...I'm OK with anything like that, as long as you always want to come back to me." She looked up. "Yea?" I nodded, then said "I'll only worry if you DON'T tell me things...then I'll think you're wanting out." She shook her head, kissed me..."Huh uh...you're all I want Thomas." We lay there, and I thought she'd dozed off when she said, "So I notice that interracial sex seems to be a big theme in cuckolding.", right out of the blue. "Hmmm..doing some reading, are we?" I asked. "Mmm...browsing is more like it..pictures too." she said, then giggled, and "Do you like that?" I chided back, "Do I like you looking at porn? Of course..." "Noooo..." she said, smacking my chest. "Do you like the interracial stuff?" she asked. "Mmmm...yea, yea I do." "Why?" she asked. "Because it's a taboo or something?" "No..not so much, although that's probably part of it. More the visual aspect...the contrast, dark skin on light. And...I don't know, it's hard to describe, but the women...some of them seem to really WANT it, more so than what I see when it's a white guy with them...those two things turn me on the most about it." She said "Hm..I hadn't really noticed. Want to go get the laptop?" I did. When I came back she'd unbuttoned the shirt all the way and also undone her shorts. One breast was exposed, her nipple hard in the soft warm breeze. She smiled at me. I took off my shirt, then lie back next to her and brought up a browser over the wireless connection. She'd bookmarked a site, the bad girl. There were several picture galleries, all of black men in various acts and positions with white women, but all professionally done and looking staged. We clicked through a few, definitely hot, but not exactly what I liked. I said "These are good, but some of the amateur stuff is hotter to me." "What do you mean?" she asked. "Well...the women seem more excited...I don't know...hard to explain like I said, but they're not staring at the camera with a fake look of shock or ecstasy..they're just IN to it." "Show me some." she said. I went to a favorite site that had pics and videos. There was a cuckold video section, but you had to search for cuckold in the pics. I did and brought up an amateur gallery with assorted shots. "Like this." I said, opening one where a pale middle-aged woman lie back as her lover pushed in to her, her eyes shut, mouth open, red painted finger nails digging in to his dark skin, pulling him deep. "Mmmm...yea, I see..." she said, slipping her hand down to undo my shorts, then pulling my cock out. She stroked it gently as I found another, a blonde with nearly translucent skin being fucked on what looked like a cheap hotel bedspread. She was staring down at the dark black cock pushing in to her, fingernails digging for purchase in the blanket. I said "Here...see how you can see her juices on his cock..." His shaft was darker with wetness about two-thirds of the length, a bit of dull white cream marking the depth line he'd reached. Ginger's grip tightened slightly on me, pace quickening just a little. I slipped my free hand between us..it was awkward, a tight space. She shifted so I could slide my hand inside her shorts. No panties. Nice. I pushed my middle finger just inside her slit...slippery wet already, and she moaned softly, eyes fixed on the screen. "See? Better, right?" I said, and she nodded. I told her, "In some of the videos I've watched, the women are practically begging for it...they can't wait to get it inside them, or in their mouths, or just to even touch it. Right in front of their husbands or boyfriends who are filming it...they don't care..they just want that cock..." Her voice was thick, husky, as she said "Show me." I clicked back to the videos, found the section...browsing the pages until I saw one I recognized. I clicked on it, and a slim brown-haired woman lie back on another motel bed, daylight visible through a slit in the curtains over the AC unit. I said "See that? She's fucking him right in the middle of the day." Her lover stood over her, and she sat up to take him in her hands. He knelt on the bed, pushing her back down, sliding up between her splayed thighs. She moaned, and he put his head at her lips, pushed slightly, then froze. She moaned again, then said please. He smiled, withdrew. She wrapped her ankles around his waist, tried to pull him in. Ginger, mesmerized, said "Damn..she wants her some of that." in her soft drawl. Her lover finally pushed in to her, all at once, and she seemed to levitate off the bed for a moment. I clicked back to the video gallery. Ginger stroked me harder, and I pushed my finger all the way inside her. I said "One more"...then found a favorite. A red haired woman in what looks like a black leotard that snaps at the crotch, tight on her torso, unsnapped, exposing her tummy and trimmed pussy. She's kneeling on a couch, it looks like she's at home in her living room. Her lover is leaning back on the couch and she's undoing his pants when it starts. Her husband moves to catch different angles. She groans when she tugs his pants off, then louder as she gets his cock out of his shorts and in to her hands. Taking it in her mouth, she moans lustily as she sucks on it. Ginger says "Oh damn..." and we let it play on screen as we play with each other. In a bit, the woman pulls his legs out straight, then mounts him, crying out as he penetrates her to the hilt. She starts riding him noisily, her husband moves behind her to capture the black cock as his wife pumps it in and out of her, each upstroke revealing more of her juices as she coats the thick shaft. Ginger tightens her grip again, shifts, looks up at me..."Is that what you want for me, baby?" I'm caught flat-footed, I just look at her. She continues. "Is it? Huh? You want to see a black cock inside me like that?", nodding her head toward the screen but keeping her eyes locked on mine. I nod..it's all I can manage. She draws closer still, whispering, inches from my face now, "You want to watch me fuck a black cock, baby?" I explode in her hand, the first spurt of my cream spraying across her exposed breast, almost reaching her neck. She gazes at me as she continues to pump, she moans softly, "mm...mm...mm" at each warm splash of my cum as she empties me on to her stomach. When I'm drained, she smiles wickedly. The woman is still moaning on the laptop. Ginger bites her lip, then says "I'll take that as a "Yes"." My mind is nearly blown but I recover, realize my finger is still in her, so pull it back and push it in with my index finger. She moans again, still staring in my eyes. I start to move my fingers up and down inside her, like beckoning someone to come here. She holds my gaze at first, then her eyes begin to flutter shut as I increase my pace. She opens her eyes once more...whispers "oh...oh Thomas...Thomasssss..." then leans back. I kiss her exposed neck and I feel her juices flood inside her. Squeezing her thighs on my hand, she comes down from her orgasm, grips my wrist with her hand, and pulls my hand to her stomach. It is wet with her juice, and she presses it in to the thick pool of my cum, smearing it in small circles over her body. She kisses me, our tongues entwine as she works our hands up over her breasts, coating them in our sticky mixture. I close the laptop, put it on the patio, and we lay back, the warm air drying her bare skin. Christ...I was going to have to hit the bathroom for a quick one if I didn't stop. I'd barely gotten anything done at work the entire day. The memories just kept coming. That next Friday, I'd worked late at the office and then gone straight to a regular poker game at a friend's. I called her on the way to the game, and she'd told me her best friend Sarah was coming over for some wine and girl-talk. I asked whether they'd be re-kindling any old flames, to which she responded, "No, you perv...that's been over a while now." Like I said, Ginger had gone a little wild after her divorce and met Sarah during some experimentation with girls. It waned as both of them found their way back to men, but Ginger would sometimes give me a hot little recollection from that time, and I hoped to prompt her in to one for this weekend. "Well, a guy can dream..." I said, to which she teased, "Well, I don't think we'll drink that much wine, but I'll let you know if we do. Besides, you might like my other surprise better...if you're not out too late." Ah, a terrible tease. These card games went well past midnight if you were to win. "What if I win...don't you want me to win?" I asked. "Mmm..if you win, then it can wait...but even if you lose...you'll win...hahahaha. Sarah's at the door, bye babes...mwaa!" and she was gone. As it was, I was the first one knocked out. I pulled in to the drive just past 11. There was a light in our bedroom, but it blinked out as I closed the car door. Otherwise, the house was dark, quiet. There was a car on the curb in front, I didn't recognize it, didn't think much of it. Inside the foyer was dim, just light filtering in from streetlamps outside. I saw something on the stairs, stepped toward it, and almost turned my ankle tripping over something on the floor. Looking down, I saw a pair of Ginger's strappy black high heels laying haphazardly in the foyer. The thing on the steps turned out to be a skirt, one of Ginger's, I recognized the print pattern, lying across a few stairs. Hmm. Pretty skirt and heels...sort of sexy for girl talk...unless... I continued up the steps, my pulse quickening. Two-thirds of the way up, a blouse lay on the steps, unbuttoned. Then at the top, in the hall, a black bra. Her panties lay just outside our bedroom door, and a pair of black stockings hung on the doorknob. I opened the door, the bedroom darker than the hall. I heard her gasp, then, "What the FUCK!? Don't you know how to knock, dammit?!" I just stood there, dumbfounded. That was the first time she'd spoken so harshly to me, and I hadn't expected it at all. "Don't you remember what a sock on the door means from college?!?", her tone still biting. "Ginger?" was all I could manage. "Listen," she said sharply from the darkness, "we're going to need some rules if we're going to do this." My heart tripped in my chest. She continued. "First rule...if I have a friend over, you're going to need permission to come in...you can't just come barging in...got it?" "Uhh...sure...sure babe. Is someone here?" I asked. She giggled softly then, waited seconds that seemed like an hour, then turned on the small lamp on her bed stand. She sat there on the floor, nude, legs to her side, a coy look on her face. "Oh, that's right...you'll probably want to watch...hmm? Well..still baby...you'll need to knock from now on...I'll let you in...eventually. OK?" The bathroom door to her right was closed, we usually left it open a little, and I thought about the car out front. She saw me glance at the door, saw my mind working, giggled again. "Oh...hmmm..don't you wish baby. The car out front was a nice touch though, huh? I thought of it as Sarah was leaving, she just got it and I knew you hadn't seen it, so I told her I thought she shouldn't drive and I drove her home. Made you think..huh? Still, I think you'll like my new friend just the same." With that, she reached behind her and brought a black dildo in to view. It looked the same as the other one I mentioned before, realistic, thick, veiny...but black, the head slightly lighter than the shaft and balls. She held it in both hands, placed it between her breasts and lowered her head, touching the tip of it with her tongue before looking up at me again. She gazed at me as she brought it to her mouth, covering it with her spit, working it in and out, and she moaned around it softly. She was on her knees next, slid across to the full length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. She wet the suction cup with her spit, then stuck it to the mirror. She turned, on all fours now, backed to it, gripped it with one hand, moaned softly as she pushed back against it. At my angle, I could see it suspended there. She watched me watch it as it disappeared inside her slowly. She moved forward again, and it was darker, darkened by her wetness. I swallowed hard, dryly, moaned myself. "Come on over, baby...you're gonna want to see this..." she said. I obliged, I lay prone at her head, slid myself around so that my face was directly under her pussy. She moved her hips back and forth, taking it in to the balls, then out almost to the tip, slowly. It made a squelching sound inside her as she sunk it to its hilt. She said "Hear that baby? Hear how wet he makes me?" as she picked up her pace. She started to rub my throbbing cock through my slacks but made no effort to release me. I didn't care, I was hypnotized by the thick black shaft penetrating her tight pink slit. It was as if she'd read my mind. "You like watching that baby? You like seeing that thick, black cock in your wife's tight little white pussy?" "Mmmmm" I managed, then lifted my head, trying to lick her clit. "Oh yea...like that baby...that's it...lick my clit while he fucks me." She reduced her movement to short thrusts so I could latch on to her clit, but I couldn't keep it between my lips, resorted instead to licking at it as it passed over my mouth. She sped up, still short thrusts, squishing each time the balls hit her ass. Something warm dripped on to my forehead as she pulled away from it and I moaned again. She cried out, gripped my legs through my jeans, her nails digging in to me. "Baby...oh baby...I'm gonna need you to fuck me hard with it...do it baby...fuck me with it..." she said. I reached up, pressed her stomach when she was all the way back on it, pried off the suction cup with my other hand, then grasped it's base and pushed her forward and away from the wall. I slid it out slowly, watching it, pulling it all the way until the head was visible. Her juices pooled at her opening and I managed to snake my tongue in there, drawing her bitter taste on to my tongue and evoking a gasp from her. I plunged it back in to her hard and fast and she screamed out, collapsed forward on to her forearms. I began to fuck her relentlessly with it, raising the angle so the head would slide over her g-spot with each thrust, her crying out each time the balls slapped against her. She closed her mouth on the next thrust, stifling her scream, and her legs quivered by my head. She seemed to push against it as I began to pull it back, causing me to pull it out entirely, and she cried out loud when the wave crashed over her. Her pussy gushed with the force of her orgasm, one of the times she's squirted fully, her hot juice splattering onto the mirror. Her legs spasmed, another less forceful gusher splashed on to my head and ran down in to my eyes. I raised my head, the next spurt splashing in to my mouth and across my chin. I clamped my mouth over her, causing her to cry out softly, then sucked on her lips as more of her essence flowed in to my mouth. Her legs gave out and she collapsed on to me, making sounds..."mmm...mmm..mmm..mmm" with each breath. Her soaked pussy lie in front of me, her scent strong in my nose, and I stroked her ass and lower back as she came down from it. When she'd caught her breath, I extracted myself and stood. She lie there her stomach, looking at me sideways but otherwise limp. I stripped off my shirt, wet with her cum. Undid my pants, kicked off my shoes, then pulled off my pants, shorts, and socks all at once. Still looking at me, my cock huge and throbbing, she said "Is this how you want me, Thomas? Freshly fucked? You want me now baby?" I could only grunt in response, dropping to my knees, moving behind her and putting my hand under her stomach to raise her ass. She kept talking. "It is, huh? You want your sloppy seconds, now, cuck boy? That's what you've wanted all along, isn't it?" I pushed inside her quickly and she moaned again. She was soaked, I'd never felt her so wet inside. "Mmm...that's it baby...is it sloppy enough for you now?" I began to thrust. "Mm hmm...that's it...yesss...fuck my sloppy cunt..." The "c" word did it, she barely ever says it. I came hard and fast, too soon...sooner than I'd wanted. I'd intended to fuck her properly, to really go at it, but she'd kept talking, so dirty, and I couldn't hold it back. I collapsed breathless on her back, and we lay there quiet for a few moments, my spent cock deflating inside her. She stirred beneath me, whispered to me..."Baby..I need some more..." "Yea?" I said, my mind foggy. "Fuck me with it again baby...please...make me cum with it again." I pushed myself up, a wet sucking sound as I slipped out of her. I coaxed her up to her knees, then pulled her standing. Her legs were shaking. I moved her to the bed, sat her on the edge, then retrieved her new friend. I propped myself up against the headboard and pulled her back against me, resting between my legs and on my chest, her head on my right shoulder. Reaching down with the cock in my hand, I pressed it against her. We both watched as it slipped easily inside. "Mmmm...you see it baby?" "Mm hmm, I do Ginger...I do..." I said. Thick white cream encased it as I pulled it slowly back out. "Oh god...Thomas...I can see your cum on it...so fucking hot...you like that?" "MMM..." I responded, then quickened the pace. She lay her head back on me, made small soft sounds as I worked it in and out of her, not too hard, not too fast, fucking her with it the way I'd intended to fuck her, coaxing her toward the edge. After a several long, erotic minutes, she took my free hand in hers, squeezed it as she got closer. Her back arched, her neck was damp with sweat and I lit my tongue on her skin to taste it. Squeezing my hand hard, she called out my name again, once...twice..softly a third time. I slowed the pace gently, slower, softer, until finally slipping it slowly out of her. She sighed, relaxed against me. I whispered in her ear..."So good to me, Ginger...so good...I love you so much babydoll...you're so good for me..." stroking her face, neck, and shoulders with my fingertips. I felt her breathing go steady, and she twitched slightly. I lay there, feeling her weight on me, wondering what to do. I usually pressed the question after she indulged me in such games...are you sure you don't want to try it for real? It turns you on...I can tell. Each time she'd shrug it off, it's just a sex game after all. Still, her admission last weekend on the hammock, and now this. What to do? I pondered it, finally decided to let it be, enjoy it, and let it work it's course. Things had cooled on the cuckold theme a bit after that, or maybe the intensity was just hard to match. I knew she was still reading about it and occasionally checking out pictures and videos on the web from our browser histories, and I sometimes left trails to others that I thought might help coax her toward making it reality. I'd bring it up during sex, she'd talk about it like a pro and drive me crazy, but in the end it was still just a sex game. Hard to complain, those times were awesomely exciting, but I was like the spoiled child who always wanted more. Ginger Goes All The Way. I tried to shake myself out of the haze as the day drew to an end, focused enough to get through a financial report that had been on my screen all day, then freshened up and went out with a partner to meet a client for dinner. While my mind still drifted, I managed to keep it together through drinks and the entrees and was having a good time. When our waitress asked about coffee or dessert and our client answered, however, I felt like the whole world was in on a wicked plot conceived by my ever increasingly hot wife. The guy ordered a slice of coconut cream pie. I grew warm and my face must have reddened, because my colleagues both looked over and asked if I was OK. The waitress had asked if I wanted anything and was waiting. I shook my head, said I was OK, ordered a cappuccino and then went to the restroom to splash water on my face. I couldn't stop the thoughts that tumbled forth as I returned to the table though, remembering back a week and a half, a Wednesday morning, at breakfast in the kitchen before work. Ginger asked me "What about creampies?" as she sliced a grapefruit on the counter. It was completely out of context, but I immediately think "sex" when I hear creampie. Since we were in the kitchen, not talking sex at all, I tried to be safe and said, "Well...sure, I like coconut the best...banana, not so much." She turned toward me, smiled. "Hm", she said, "I'd have expected banana to be your favorite." and she laughed. Then, "I mean...it's another theme I've noticed in the cuckold thing...do you like that?" I was starting to feel like Pavlov's dog. She could make me hard at the drop of a hat, and I think she knew it. I thought she'd know that I liked...no...that I LOVED the thought of creampies. I always talked about having her after another guy, about sloppy seconds...I just figured she knew, but she looked to be asking a real question. I answered "Yea...I thought you knew, but yea, I like it a lot." "Really???" she asked, then sat down across from me. "But you won't lick me after we have sex.", taking a bite of grapefruit. "Oh", I said, "well..that's different." She cocked her head at me, so I went on, "It's mine, and it's right after I cum." "OK", she said, "so you wouldn't right after the guy cums?" I said "Well, no...I mean, ...I'd like that...but not mine..." I was stammering. Oh man, this was difficult, but I'd never really thought of it this much. She was looking at me, a smile playing on her lips, just waiting for me to work it out. "Look." I said, a little flustered, "Before I cum...I think about it sometimes, how I'm going to go down and lick you like crazy after I cum, because it turns me on so much. Then I cum, and it's like someone let all the air out of the party balloons, and the thought sort of grosses me out, and I can't do it." She looked puzzled, and said "So you couldn't lick me after another guy came in me then?" I shook my head, disagreeing. "I think I could...I mean...so long as I didn't cum first. You know? Is this making any sense?" She said "I don't know...I always wondered why you wouldn't right after sex, but then you do it later, I guess." "Right." I said, encouraged, "It's just for a little bit right after...I don't know what it is." Then my turn for the questioning stare. "Why are you asking, by the way?" I must have sounded hopeful. She smiled again. Thinking back, she hadn't given an outright negative response to the possibility of anything happening like usual. Instead she said "Just reading something, looking at some pictures of guys "cleaning up", as they call it. Got me pretty hot, and I got to thinking, so I asked." "Hmm" I replied..."Maybe we can check out some of those pictures later?" "Maybe." she said, standing and gathering the dishes. "Or maybe something better." It turned out to be something better. I walked in the house that Friday, just a week ago, and she called out to me from the kitchen. "Hey babe, come in here, I need a hand." I walked in and found her wearing little slip on heels and a sheer robe over boy-short panties and a spaghetti strap tank that showed her midriff. Good Christ, she was killing me. "Here", she said, "stir." and handed me a spoon as I walked over. "What is this?" I asked, picking up the stirring. She leaned up, kissed me, and said "What does it look like?" It looked a little like turkey gravy, but lighter, and thinner. I said so. She laughed. "Close...I guess you could call it that if you like. Listen now...stir it until the timer goes off, then pour it in to this bowl." she instructed me. "Add a few ice cubes and stir some more until they melt. Check it with your finger..it should be a little warm, not hot. Keep adding an ice cube and melting it in there until it's not hot. Once that's done, suck it in to this, then bring it up to the bedroom for me. Got it?" I thought I was getting it, but the little rubber bulb she wanted me to suck it in to was a puzzle to me. She smiled at the question on my face. "Ha." she said..."You'll love it, don't worry. Hurry baby." And she retreated out the kitchen and up the stairs. I did what she'd said, then carried the thing up to the room. I knocked. She laughed, said "Come innnnn..." in a nice melody. "You're learning..." she told me as I entered. She was waiting on the bed, one leg propped up, the other splayed out, stroking her fingers between her legs. I handed her the bulb..it felt warm. She stood and said "You might want to get in to something more comfortable.", then stepped in to the bathroom. After a minute she came back out, told me to close my eyes. I'd stripped to my boxers, feeling a little silly because I was already hard (again). I heard the bed creak as she climbed on, some shifting and rustling, then a little sigh from her. "OK, open your eyes baby..." I was greeted with her kneeling on the bed before me. She still had on the heels and the tank top, but no boy-shorts or robe. She held yet another thick rubber dildo between her legs, and the head was just pressed inside her lips. The bulb I'd filled wasn't in sight. "Still like to watch me fuck, Thomas?" she asked. I nodded, perching on the edge of the bed. She lowered herself on to the fake cock, sighing as it pushed in deep. "Take out your cock baby...stroke it for me while I fuck..." I was always a little apprehensive to play with myself in front of her, I don't know why. But I did as she told me. "Do you like my new boyfriend baby?" I nodded again. "You seem to like all of my boyfriends...you don't mind that I have boyfriends who fuck me?" I shook my head. "Mmmmm...he feels good...he fills me up good Thomas..." and she rode up and down on it. I stroked myself faster. She said "Careful...don't you dare cum." So I stopped. "Mmm mm baby," she said, "Keep stroking it...you need to learn control...stroke it...just don't cum." My eyes roamed over her, her dark eyes on me, nipples erect and pushing against the thin cotton tank top, sliding up and down on the long, thick cock. "I want to hear you say it, Thomas..." "Say what, baby...I'll say anything for you..." I said. "Say you want it...you really want it..." I asked, "Want what Ginger?" She started to push down harder on the toy. Growing breathless, she panted "Say...say you want me to..." And I thought I knew. I had to cheat a little, relaxing my grip on myself so I didn't explode. "I really do...Ginger...really...I want you to fuck another guy for me...I'll beg if that's what you want, I want it so bad..." She moaned out loud, spread her legs wide and plunged all the way on to it. She beckoned me closer with her free hand, and I knelt in front of her. "Would you...mmm...mmm..would you lick me if I let him cum in me?" Eyes on mine, pumping up and down. "God yes...yes baby, anything you wanted..." She shuddered then, back arching forward slightly, my erection poking against her stomach. I put a hand on her shoulder to steady her. She reached back with her free hand, and I briefly saw the bulb in her palm before she closed her hand and squeezed, rising up a bit as she did. She pulled the cock almost all the way out, pumped the bulb again and again. Pulling herself off it completely now, she pumped it once more, and a stream of the mixture I'd been stirring spurted up on to her stomach and splattered in the thin patch of hair leading to her pussy. "Oh damn," I said..."oh damn Ginger..." She pulled the cock away, and a thick drop of the fluid slipped out of her and on to the sheets. She looked down, then at me. "You gonna get that for me, Thomas?" I was overcome with lust as she lay back against the pillows. I could see the fluid pooling at the bottom of her slit. I dropped to my stomach and crawled up between her splayed legs. She grabbed my head and said "Off the sheets first..." I licked the thick drop that had slipped out of her. It tasted slightly of her, no taste otherwise. It was viscous on my tongue and slid down my throat. "Good baby?" she asked. I dove my face in to her slit in reply, pushing my tongue up inside her, feeling the thick cream slide over my tongue and down my throat. "Easy baby...easy...I want to see..." she said from above me, pushing her hand against my head. I regained control, pulled back, and looked at her. She squealed in delight, a slight shudder coursing through her body. I could feel it on my chin and lips, began to feel self conscious, but she put an end to it. "Dammit baby..that looks so hot...don't stop..just let me see it..." A thought tugged at my subconscious...a memory, a common thread. No time to think now, however. I extended my tongue, ran it along her slit from bottom to top slowly, catching the cream that had begun to pool at the bottom again and smearing it along her slit, then pulling back slightly as I brushed over her clit. A thin string of the fake cum stretched between us like a flimsy rope bridge from her clit to my tongue and I held it there, watching her as she gazed at it, her head shaking back and forth slowly as she murmured, "Oh damn damn damn baby...I want some...bring me some so I can taste it..." My tongue darted back in for another dip, I captured some there, then crawled up next to her on my hands and knees. She pulled my face to hers, pushed her tongue in to my mouth, and I let the slick juice run in to her mouth. She moaned in to my mouth, swallowed greedily, sucked on my tongue. My cock throbbed in my shorts, she seemed not to notice or care. She pushed me away, looked at me harshly, "Now clean me up, Thomas...clean my sloppy pussy up good...hurry!" I couldn't get back there fast enough, dove in and lapped hungrily, pulling back slightly to tease at her clit, to give her a view, before driving my tongue back in deep to capture all that I could. When the juices I could draw out began to thin, I moved to her clit, nipped at it, drawing erotic yelps from her. I clamped my lips over it fully, sucked on it furiously and felt her body shake, heard my name, kept at it, pulling on it with my lips while my tongue lashed across it. She couldn't take it after her orgasm, thrashed, pushed me away breathlessly. I pulled back, but she placed her hand firmly on the back of my head again, looked at me. "Bring me some more..." she said, placing a finger next to the stream that she'd squirted on to her stomach. I placed my tongue in her tightly trimmed hair above her clit, drew it up alongside where her finger still lay directing me, gathering it all on my tongue, then crawled forward again. She held my face with her hand, sucked my tongue in to her mouth, taking it from me, then pulling away. She slid out from beneath me, pushed me backward. I lie back prone as she kneeled and turned to face me. Gripping my chin in her hand, she squeezed, put a nail between my lips, opening my mouth. She leaned over me, a few inches above, and opened her mouth over mine. Thick drops of the fluid mixed with her spit dripped in to my mouth, a long strand stretching again between us as she let it all slide out. Closing her mouth, she squealed with delight again, pushing my mouth closed but whispering, "Don't swallow it...don't you dare swallow, my little cuck...not yet..." I struggled to keep it in my mouth, it was hard lying back like I was, I could feel some of it sliding down my throat. She reached for my cock, stroked me, I twitched in her hand. She shook her head, eyes intense... "No...no no no...don't you cum. You don't swallow...you don't cum...not until I say so..." I started to gag, trying to hold it in my mouth, gravity working against me, her hand sliding over my hyper-sensitive cock head. She gripped my throat, long nails biting my flesh.... "Show me...show it to me..." I opened my mouth, praying it was still there for her to see. She squealed again, shuddered as she looked in to my mouth, then darted her tongue in again, lapped at my tongue. "Ok baby...go ahead...that was good..." I swallowed, took a deep breath. She kissed me deeply, then straddled me, perching herself just over my bobbing shaft. She pulled her hair back, lowered herself, took my head inside. "Ready for your sloppy seconds Thomas?" I was so ready, I struggled not to erupt immediately. Again she read my mind. "You'd better not..." she warned, then lowered herself inch by inch on to me, settling on to me fully, spreading her legs and getting as low as she could. She ground her clit against the top of my shaft. She froze like that for a minute, and my mind cleared a bit as she gazed at me. The urge to explode passed. "You feel it baby...feel how slippery I am with his cum in me?" I nodded, but also gripped her thighs in my hands, holding her there so I could maintain control for a minute. She sensed a change, started to raise up on me, but I held her fast. "You feel it too, don't you Ginger?" She nodded. "And you like it..." Again she nodded. I pressed on. "It feels good...having two cocks in you in one night, doesn't it baby? You love it...love to feel two different cocks fucking you..." She shook her head, but didn't speak. "You can't deny it babydoll...I feel it in you...how wet you get, even when we just talk about it...I know you want it too..." She shook her head again, closed her eyes, wouldn't look at me, just a soft "mmmmmm" from her. I continued. "It's ok...it's ok that you want it...I want you to want it..." Eyes still closed, she spoke softly... "So bad...so bad...so dirty. I couldn't baby...I can't..." She tried to pull up again, she wanted to fuck now. "Admit it to me, Ginger...just admit it, and I'll let you go...just tell me..." Her eyes opened again, she tried to slip her hips forward, then back. I held her tightly. "I do want it, Thomas...I do...I'm sorry...that's so bad...but I do want it..." I relaxed my grip a little, she slid up on my shaft, then back down. I pulled her down to me, may arms around her back, whispered in her ear... "I want you to be bad Ginger...I want you to be my bad little slut wife...tell me what you want baby..." The dam seemed to break then, she whispered breathlessly, a stream of filthy talk as she bucked up and down on me. I could only catch pieces of it, she spoke so softly, the creaking bed, the wet sounds of our sex, our breathing all drowning out most, but not all of it... "Watch me...him fucking...holding me...kiss...while he does...fuck me so hard...such a dirty...cum...eat it...slurp it up...your dirty slut...fuck me...baby...fuck me...fuck me..." I exploded inside her. She shook on me. "Fuck me...Thomas...Thomas...fuck me..." But she didn't stop, lifting her hips, slamming back down on to my spent cock. She kept at it until I slipped out of her, then finally collapsed breathlessly on me. Sometime later, she slid off and lay beside me. I kissed her neck, slid down beside her, and rest my head on her stomach, my fingers trailing a circuit down her sides, along her legs, and back. I felt her eyes on me, and I said, "What was that stuff, anyway?" She giggled... "Flour and water...you'd be surprised what a search on "fake cum" returns...but that seemed the safest." I let my fingers slide along the inside of her thigh, then to her slit, now slippery with my own cum. "Oooooh", she said from above..."I thought that grossed you out..." I sighed, pushing my finger inside slowly. It still didn't feel right, but I wanted to work through it. I said "Baby steps...baby steps" as I began to work it slowly in and out..." "Tom...EARTH TO TOM..." I looked up to see my partner and client looking at me again, empty cups and plates in front of them and an empty coffee cup in front of me. "You sure everything's OK buddy?" my partner said. I shrugged it off, apologized, said the coffee got me to thinking whether I'd shut off the coffeemaker this morning and whether my house was burning down. We all laughed. The client looked at his watch and said "Probably a little late now for that." We laughed again. Hoo boy. We wrapped up, shook hands and said our goodbyes, and I headed across the way to meet Ginger. I called her as I crossed the parking lot, and she explained she'd just ordered another Cosmo and could I wait a bit over the din of laughter in the background. I said no worries. The lobby is nice, I found a comfy wing-backed chair, checked my Blackberry, then browsed through some magazines. I re-visit the events that were about to happen often, and I wonder about things. How much of it did she plan, and how much just happened? Like, I can't recall her ever shaving herself completely on a weekday before work, for instance, but she'd done so that morning. Maybe she'd planned the morning and that's all, but maybe she'd wanted to be ready for the night. And drinks, here, me close by at dinner. Coincidence, or a well crafted plan? It doesn't matter either way, it is still the greatest night, sexually speaking, I've ever experienced. But I do wonder. The one thing I am sure of is that the night was a roller-coaster of events and emotions. And as I heard her laughter across the lobby and stood to go meet her, I unwittingly stepped on to the ride of my life. "Heyyyy babyyyyyyy" she said a little too loudly, her drawl pronounced, sliding easily in to my arms and planting a long kiss on my lips. She was easily three sheets to the wind. I asked if she was OK and she got caught in a giggle fit, then took a breath and said yea, she'd just been having a lot of fun. Her friend Sarah walked up then, said, "Sorry Tommy, I tried to hold her off that last one, but the pigs we work with were trying to get her drunk and she obliged them." "No problem...I can take it from here." I said. Ginger turned over her shoulder toward a couple of guys standing by the door she'd come out. "Byeeee guys..." she said, laughing again. Sarah shook her head and walked away. The guys waved, and I'm sure I heard one of them say "Lucky fucker" as I turned her away and led her across the lobby. I asked if she just wanted to go home, but she insisted on Jake's. We lucked in to a booth along the wall, and I ordered two Jack and Cokes. She'd sip on these so I could slow her down a bit, but I sort of liked her tipsy and wanted to keep her that way. She stood up, said she had to pee, and walked a little crookedly across the bar. She wasn't too bad off, she held a fairly straight line, so I stayed put. As she came back, I noticed a nice looking black guy at the bar eying her all the way. I also noticed a small run above her knee in her stocking, poked at it as she drew up to the table. She looked, explained she'd banged her knee on the corner of a pencil drawer under a desk and that it'd hurt like a bitch, so I gave her a pity party. Her eyes narrowed at me.