32 comments/ 134048 views/ 37 favorites Obsession: Ten Naughty Moments By: AnotherHotWife Note to readers: Thanks again for supporting my writing and providing so much positive feedback. Please continue to send me your emails and post comments and vote. As before, I always enjoy hearing from other wives, especially any who have not yet shared their interracial fantasies with their men. While the vast majority of you have been 'enjoying yourself' while reading my dirty history, some other readers have not been so pleasant. For those of you who are offended by the idea of cheating spouses, black men fucking white women, or dirty talk about the same, I suggest moving on. But once again I cannot help but laugh at the people saying that the story was so loooong and offensive and horrible to read. Why keep reading it? I won't be offended if you click the BACK button right now. Go on, it's okay! Now, for those of you who stuck around, you've been forewarned. Wives, I'm not responsible if you can't get the image of a giant black cock thrusting into your waiting cunt out of your mind. Now hike up those skirts and enjoy the guilty pleasure that is building between your thighs. Husbands, it is time for you to you to tug your little white penises again. You know you want your wife to be just like me… Obsession: Ten Naughty Moments The weekend was just the two of us. We cleaned around the house, fixed the hole in the wall from my shoe, went to the movies, and generally had a normal weekend. We talked a lot about where things were in our marriage and how we were going to be able to work through these changes. She seemed absolutely committed to making it work. I still had my reservations, however. Every time she was alone for more than ten minutes, I found a chance to check her dildo collection. She used at least one of them on Saturday afternoon when I made a quick run for the hardware store. The DVD case was thrown into the drawer with the dong still slick with my wife's pussy juices. When I turned the TV on and hit play on the remote, the scene was a wife fucking a black man in front of her husband. I turned it off and didn't bother to confront her over it. On Sunday I heard her cell phone ring while I was working on the sink in the kitchen. She picked it up and walked upstairs. I heard her say, "We really need to talk. I can't…" and then she was upstairs. It was definitely Jerome; my wife never took a call away from my presence before and it was a strange feeling. I knew she was trying to do the right thing but I would have felt better about the whole thing had I been able to overhear what she was saying. Ten minutes had gone by and she still hadn't come downstairs. I left the job half finished, wiped my hands off and snuck up the steps, pausing every three or four steps to listen for her voice. "-can't keep doing this-" "-shouldn't even be talking to you-" "-just not right-" "-ooh-" "-yes I'm still pumping it-" "-thinking about you fucking me-" "-he's downstairs fixing the OOH sink OOH-" "-ow do you keep doing this to me?" I was by the bedroom door, my hand manipulating my penis through my pants, rubbing it and squeezing it. I could hear her clearly now along with the sound of the bedsprings moving about. "No!" she whispered, followed by a pause. "No! I don't want to say it." "Because…" "Because it makes me feel naughty." "No." Her voice was weaker." "Okay, I'll whisper it but I don't want my husband to hear me." "I love black cock." "I can't say it louder, he'll hear me. He's probably wondering what I'm-" "Yeah." "Yeah. Ohh." "Fuck, yeah I love black cock." The bed was moving faster and I so desperately wanted to see what she was doing. Instead I shoved my hand in my pants and jerked off as best I could. "You fucked me so much better than any man ever did." "My hubby's little white penis can't even compare!" "I've never felt so hot, so sexy, so dirty…Oh, I am close!" Her voice got louder. "Want your black OH dick so bad OOH!" "Want to be your little white whore." "Fuck! MORE, Jerome. Fuck my white cunt. YES! YES! CUMMING! I LOVE BLACK COCK! OOOOHH!" I came in my underwear listening to my wife's cheating words. I didn't have time to mull it over as I heard her getting up off the bed. "Yes…" "You know I came." "I can't." "No!" "Listen, I've got to go. My husband is in the house!" "Maybe. Okay, we'll talk at work. But that's it. Just talk. No, REGULAR talk. No more dirty talk. Today is the last time. Okay, bye." I skedaddled down the steps and back under the sink as quietly as I could. I heard the water running and my wife returned shortly after that. "Who was that?" I asked her, my head still under the sink. "That was, you know, Jerome. I told him I couldn't really talk anymore." "Oh, it took that long to tell him that?" "Well, he was being persistent. But I did tell him I wasn't going to see him anymore. Not outside of work anyway." "Okay, good." I could see her legs as she was standing over me, probably wondering if I believed her or not. Obsession: Ten Naughty Moments "I don't remember nearly as much as I'd like to, but it was fun." "Well, there is always tomorrow night. Or tomorrow afternoon for that matter. Listen, I better go. Leftovers are in the fridge, okay?" "Sure, thanks." He kissed me sweetly and I walked out of the room. On the way out the back door I grabbed a bag I packed with a tight dress, my new sexy shoes, and some thong underwear. I wanted to look good even if I wasn't going to be with Jerome. Maybe it was that slut in me coming out but I wanted Jerome to know what he wasn't getting tonight. Besides, all the younger girls from my office were no doubt going to be dressed much more provocatively than I was. It was disgusting but I managed to change clothes at the gas station bathroom while I filled my tank. I put on a darker lipstick and checked myself out in the mirror. I looked hot, no doubt about it. With some time to kill before the party I stopped by the store, picked up some wine and headed to the cashier. On the way past the pharmacy section I saw a box of Magnum condoms prominently displayed. -On my hands and knees fucking Jerome over my husband's condom-covered shoes- I kept going. When I arrived at the party the street was already lined with cars. I had to park down a block and realized the neighborhood was not so good. I almost turned back but when I saw Becky pull up I got out of my car and walked in with her. She complimented me on my shoes and I told her that her eye shadow was really nice. We got into the party and Ambrose was already there. "Are we late?" I asked one of the girls, Tori, who I recognized from the office. "No," she yelled over the music. "He showed up early and screwed up the surprise. It's okay though, he was still surprised though kinda." Tori was a sexy girl and looked like the kind of girl who played the field. Surprisingly she had been married for three years and --at least according to her- she was loyal through and through. It didn't keep her from admiring the men, however. The music was real loud. I didn't recognize it but it was some R&B performer. It sounded good. I looked around and noticed that all of the women from our office were white and most of the men were black. A few of the white guys dotted the landscape with their girlfriends, but for the most part they were lost in a sea of black skin. My eyes locked with Jerome and he smiled back at me. He had several beers in his hand, passing them to people as he moved through the crowd. "Where's your husband?" he asked. "Oh, he wasn't in the mood to come out tonight. Thanks, for offering to take next Friday's shift, by the way. I'll submit the change form on Monday." I smiled at him as Becky and Tori listened in. "Oh, it will be my pleasure," he responded. One of the beers ended up in my hand and things spiraled out of control from there. An hour later, Becky, Tori and I were in the corner, drunk as skunks, finishing up our fourth round of jello shots. The questions had long past the "Where is your husband?" and "How do you like the new coffee maker?" small talk. The topic was 'men' and Tori blurted out, "I hear Jerome is doing one of the girls from the office." If it had been a quiet room, everyone would have heard her. As it was I barely heard her myself. "How you do know that?" I asked, trying to act innocent. "Just a rumor, but if he is she must be really happy." Becky looked confused, "Why?" Tori rolled her eyes, "Because he's hung like a horse, in case you couldn't tell. Tell her!" Tori looked at me. I was turning red, I was sure of it. My only hope was that the alcohol already had made my face red. "Why are you looking at me? How am I supposed to know about his cock?" I realized my slip up and both girls burst out laughing. Tori put her arm around me, "I never expected to hear the conservative married lady say 'cock'." She turned back to Becky, "So apparently you are as clueless as the old married chick." "Who are you calling OLD?" I said in mock anger, smacking her on the shoulder. They went on to talk about the bulge in Jerome's pants, how hot his body looked, how Becky's parents would kill her if she ever considered being with a black man. Then the talk about the "rumors" about black men and size and stamina. I became more and more self conscious and was thankful when I finished my bottle and had an excuse to duck out of the conversation. I walked away and went to the kitchen to grab another drink when Jerome pulled me aside down the hallway and into the bathroom. I stumbled a bit, not quite used to the spiky shoes and being drunk. He closed the door and started kissing me before I could say anything. I pushed on him to get away but Jerome was back in true form, a brutish lover who took what he wanted when he wanted it. He picked me up and put me on the counter, hiking my mini dress up as he went. He started kissing down my body and I quickly traced the path of his mouth to my waiting mound. Even if he could have heard my "No's" over the pounding music I doubt he would have listened. Instead he pulled my panties to the side and started licking my pussy. His fingers pushed into me and I could feel how wet I instantly became at the touch of my black lover's hands. Seconds. That is all it took for me to give into Jerome's desires and cheat on my husband once again. I had told myself I would never be here again yet once again I had this handsome black man between my legs, licking my pussy at a party where anyone at work might have noticed us going into the bathroom together. Minutes. That is all it took for Jerome to bring me to the edge of a climax before he stopped. He pulled me off the counter and spoke into my ear so I could hear over the base, "Wait one minute then go down the hall to the closed door on the right." He walked out of the bathroom by himself, I thought to keep from raising suspicion if somebody saw us come out at the same time. My head was spinning. Should I? I told my husband I wasn't going to be with him anymore, but my body was aching for some dark meat. I stepped out of the bathroom, walked down the hallway, glancing over my shoulder to see if anyone noticed me. Nobody seemed notice or care that I was going into a bedroom. I saw Becky and Tori across the living room and decided to duck behind the door before she saw me. I closed the door and realized I was in near darkness. Scrambling for the light switch I felt a pair of hands on me pulling me to the bed. Jerome definitely wanted a piece tonight it seemed and I was too far gone to reconsider. My purse hit the floor as my body landed on the bed. My eyes weren't adjusted to the dark yet and I couldn't see anything, but I could feel his cock growing in his pants while he squeezed my tits and rubbed my pussy. I was so desperate for Jerome's black cock I fumbled for his belt buckle and undid his pants. I could feel his giant cock in my grips as I pulled him on top of my chest and sucked his cock. So big, so long, so thick. It was so much better than a piece of rubber. His fingers pumped in and out of my cunt which felt like it was dripping on the bed cover. His other hand grabbed my hair as he fucked my mouth. It was a surprise but I kept myself from suffocating on his meaty cock. I looked up and realized that things were not quite as they seemed. Instead of Jerome's chiseled chest I realized I was looking up at a taller, thinner man. As my eyes focused I could tell it was Ambrose, the birthday boy himself! I suppose I should have fought him. I suppose I should have screamed for help (not that anyone would have heard me). Instead I acted like the whore I was and kept sucking his cock, spreading my legs wider to help his fingers gain entrance to my hole. Now with the knowledge of who I was with, all the differences were touching my senses through my drunken haze. Ambrose had a dick that wasn't as thick (but still thicker than my husband) but it seemed longer than Jerome by a lot -- maybe as much as a couple inches. His body wasn't as nice but his fingers were longer; thin and long like a basketball player's. I marveled that two of his fingers felt as big as my husband's cock in my pussy. What was I doing? Was I really going to go through with this? It was one thing to have sex with Jerome, but here I was with his best friend's cock poised at my opening, ready to fuck me in heaven knows whose bed, and a hundred people outside the door who could walk in any time. And where was Jerome? Did he plan this? He must have. My mind flashed back to last week with Jerome pounding out the last of my energy with his super cock, the words hanging in the room… "I'll fuck anyone you want, Jerome, as long as they have a NICE FAT BLACK COCK." Ambrose pushed into me and I wrapped my legs around him. I had called myself a slut before but now it was official. I was a black cock slut for sure. I had cheated on my husband with black cock #1. I turned my poor hubby into black cock #2. And now I had black cock #3 deep inside of me. His long shaft was pumping me as he squeezed my tits through my dress and bra. Fuck it felt so good! I was giving myself up willingly just as I had screamed out in the throes of passion that one incredible night. "I only want black cock from now on! "I want to be a dirty white whore for every black cock I see! "I love black dicks! "Only a black man can satisfy me!" Oh yes I wanted it alright. It turned me on so deeply to think of myself now, to view myself as the slutty married white woman whose only pleasure came from getting a stiff black dick in her. I was like a porn movie character, singularly focused on satisfying my dark cravings. I pulled Ambrose to my face and kissed him hard and deep. I screamed in his ear for him to fuck me harder, to use my white pussy, to "Fuck my married cunt with your big, Negro cock!" He grabbed me by my hair at that last comment and pulled hard, shoving his dick into me violently and biting my neck. He called me a dirty bitch and I reveled in the label. I slapped his ass while he fucked me and begged for it harder, "Show me what you've got, come on! Do me! YES! MORE! MORE!" I came hard, my body shook wildly as Ambrose continued to pierce me with his foot long rod. I was charged up now. I pushed back on his wiry body and got to my hands and knees. He couldn't hear me begging for him to fuck me but he figured it out real quick. In slipped his cock again and I watched the dark reflection of our coupling in the mirror right in front of me. My eyes had adjusted now and it was so sexy watching myself getting fucked by my new black lover. It felt different in some very subtle ways, certain things I couldn't appreciate until after the night was over. At the time it was all about feeling slutty and I had accomplished that by leaps and bounds. I could barely make out what Ambrose was saying, "-call me a 'Negro', huh bitch? I'll show you 'Negro', you white slut!" He was mad, not nearly as playful on the dirty talk as Jerome. There was a hint of fear building up in me but it just added to the excitement of the moment. He was taking his aggression out on my pussy and the punishment was soooo goooooood. I pushed back against him to meet his thrusts until he clamped down on my hips with his big hands. The pumps were getting closer together, shorter. He was getting ready to cum and I managed to pull myself off his pole and swivel around to face his cock like a pro. I grabbed a hold of that long piece of dark meat and jacked it off as fast and as hard as I could while sucking on the head. "Uh! Uh! Fuck! FUCK!" Ambrose called out, spewing his load into my mouth. I swallowed most of it but then pulled his cock head away from my lips and rubbed it over my face, feeling the rest of his cum shoot all over my face. It was just the way I had always pictured it in my mind -- fucking some black stud I barely knew and doing everything I could to pleasure him. It was my duty; a magnificent black cock like this needed to be serviced. Ambrose looked down at me and grinned, "You are one damn kinky woman, you know that, right?" I just smiled back at him as I sat up on my knees. The cum all over my face was dripping down. "I guess I was your birthday present?" I asked him. He smiled and looked away, looking embarrassed. Now he was embarrassed? I thought. "No, its just Jerome was saying he thought you might be interested, that's all." "It's okay. I enjoyed being your birthday present." I asked him for something to clean up with and he handed me a t-shirt from the drawer just as the lights turned on. I turned around to see Jerome squeezing into the room and locking the door behind him. Instinctively I pulled my mini dress down to cover myself, not paying attention to the cum all over my face. Jerome smiled widely and called out to his friend, "Hey! Do I know how to hook a brother up or what?" They shook hands and then he turned to me. "So, you like my little surprise?" "You are bad, Jerome," was all I could manage. I wiped my face off and tried to clean the drips of cum off my dress. My new panties were torn and I just took them off and threw them to Ambrose. "Here, you can keep them to remember your birthday present." I was still charged up and horny, but the cheap dirty feeling was creeping all over me again. These two men had both fucked me in less than a week and were now talking about how good of a fuck I was right in front of me. It was somewhat flattering to know how much I pleasured them, but I was reeling inside knowing that I had really cheated on my husband. I straightened my hair out, grabbed my purse, and reapplied my make-up in the mirror while my two lovers talked behind me. I couldn't make out everything they were saying but I was certainly the topic of much of their conversation. Jerome explained how he had guarded the door so that nobody could walk in on us. That was somewhat of a relief to know that there was no chance of somebody catching me in the middle of my 'indiscretion'. I started to leave when Jerome stopped me. "You running out already?" "I know, that's bad, but there are a lot of people here from work. I don't need the rumor mill making my life hell." "Why would it be hell?" he asked defensively. "I'm married, in case you forgot. Listen, this isn't the best time to discuss it don't you think?" Ambrose cut in, "Hey man, let the lady go. She did a FINE job for me." "Thanks, Ambrose," I gave him a half-cocked grin, "After what the two of you pulled, I better be described as better than 'fine'." "Damn fine?" I stucked my tongue out at them both like a schoolgirl and turned around. Making sure I was presentable to make the run across the hall to the bathroom, I unlocked the door and stepped out and closed the door behind me. I went for the bathroom but realized it was locked and occupied. Crap! I heard a female voice inside yelling something but I couldn't tell what. So I stood there for what seemed like an hour, my eyes glancing around the room, seeing if people were staring at me or my friends from work were about. Besides the occasional guy checking me out nobody seemed to pay me any special attention. I was ten years older than most of the girls here so it felt nice to just be ogled. When the bathroom door opened I found myself face to face with a very drunk Becky. She smiled and asked where I had been but I told her I needed to use the bathroom in a hurry. Closing the door behind me I cleaned up the cum on my dress with a wet washcloth and relieved myself. It felt very strange walking around with a mini dress on but no underwear. I had to get out of the party. Besides, it was almost midnight and I needed to get home before my husband had any idea I was out in the first place. Stepping out Becky was waiting for me in the hallway. She was trashed and I told her I was going to drive her home. I definitely would have gotten a DUI if I was pulled over, but I was sobering up fast and the drive to my house wasn't too far away. I grabbed Becky, took her outside, loaded her into the car and drove her home. Thankfully she didn't live too far out of the way and the questions I got from her were slurred in the language of too-much-alcohol. "Where diid you disappear to? Tori said she thought you went into one of the bedrooms but I told her noooo way." Becky was sitting on her side, curled up on the front passenger seat. I had to think of some excuse for disappearing for so long. "Oh I actually did go into one of the bedrooms. Somebody spilled their drink on me and the bathroom was taken. I wanted a mirror to look at while I was washing off my dress." It was a good lie, not well thought out but I was impressed I came up with it so quickly. "Ohhh," Becky was lengthening all of her words now. "Thaat maakes sense. Is your dress okaaay?" "Yes, its fine." "So Tori kept going on and on and on and on and on about black guys and how big they are and how she has always wanted to do stuff with them and I was soooo grossed out." She was waving her hands about like she was controlling a marionette. "She said all that? Tori? What did you say?" I asked, trying to keep the focus off of me. "Oh I juust said I could never dooo something like that. My parents would KIIIILLL me if I came home with a black boyfriend or something. Not that I'M prejujudice or something but my parents would freeeeeeak ooouttt. I mean, I don't mind having a black boy FRIEND, but not a boyfriend. You know? You know what I mean?" Her drunk ramblings were funny and I poked some fun at her, perhaps just to see how she would react. "Well, Becky, you know what they say: once you go black you never go back!" She gasped, "Ahh! I can't beeeellieeeve you just said that. Whaat would your husband say if he caught you saying that? Oh myy, the straight laced married lady from the office sounds wooorse than Tori!" "No, I would never do anything like that," I lied to her. "But there were a lot of young handsome black men there. Are you saying you weren't attracted to any of them?" Becky stared off into the distance, "Nooo. Not reeeeally. I mean, I dunno. Maybe. You think they were handsome?" "I guess it is difficult to think of another man when you first get involved with your boyfriend. Are you to, you know, having sex?" I probed her intoxicated mind with my questions, curious if nothing else to see what she really thought. "Nooo! I mean, we did it once. Well one and a haaalf times." "Becky, how do you have sex one and a half times?" "Nevermind!" she squealed as she laughed uncontrollably. "Nevermiiind!" "Come on! Tell me! I don't get to have the exciting life of a single girl any more. I am living vicariously through you." I had talked myself down to a point of non-suspicion and now Becky was the topic for the rest of the drive. Whew! She straightened up a bit in her chair and started talking really low as if she was worried about somebody overhearing her. "Well, the first time we did it he got…Uhm. You know, he got really excited. Tooooo excited if you know what I mean." "Ahhh!" I said, "Now I get it!" We both laughed some more and I asked, "But the second time was better I hope?" "It waas aalriight, I guess. At least I know I excite hiim. Maaaybe I'm juust too good at doing it? I dunnno. I juust wish he would be aabble to taake care of me, you know? You know?" We were close to her place and I decided to throw out a zinger for her. I doubted she would ever remember the conversation anyway. "Have you thought about maybe using a vibrator when you two are togeth-" "NO WAAAY!" Becky screamed and burst out in a belly laugh. "I could neeeever do that! No! NO! NO!" "Oh come on, like you've never used one?" "Never!!" Obsession: Ten Naughty Moments "Really?" "Never! Have you?! You have? You HAVE! OH MY GOD!" Her eyes were wide. "I can't belieeeve we're having this convesseraation." I glanced over at her but did my best to keep my eyes on the road. "Yeah, so what if I have? They are fun! Sometimes you need some help in the bedroom. So have you ever thought about getting one though? Or are you too goody-goody?" Becky looked out the window, "Maybe. I mean I thought about it but I cooould neever buy one. Wellll, maybe I could. I dunnno. I guess it would depend on- hey there's my place!" I pulled into the driveway of her parent's house where she still lived. We went around the back of the house where she could get into her room without tracking past her parents. I gave her a hug, made sure she was okay and closed the door. Then I made a mad dash to get home, careful to stop at all the stop signs and stop lights. At one point a cop got right behind me and made my pulse go through the roof, but he turned off before I got home. In the darkness of the car I struggled out of my clothes and put my work clothes back on. Thankfully the back of the house was not well lit and nobody could have seen what I was doing. I took my party clothes, dumped them in the bag and locked them in the trunk. When I stepped in through the door, it was 12:40am. Not good. My husband was going to figure things out. Before, with Jerome, he gave me permission, so in a twisted way the whole night last week was okay. But now… Now I had lied about going to the party and slept with another man. Another black man. Another big dicked black man who fucked me so good. Thankfully my husband was asleep. I washed up, carefully climbed into bed and snuggled my back against his body. I felt something big pressing against my ass and reached back to find he had worn the black strap on to bed. "Surprise!" he said with his half-sleep voice. "I was expecting you earlier and wanted to give you something special but you got in so late. What happened?" I rolled over toward him and felt the black dildo in my hand. "Oh, one of the girls needed a ride home and I offered to help. She just lives out of the way." "Does she smoke? You smell like smoke." Crap! It is amazing how much smoke clings to your hair and skin. I wasn't even near the smokers at the party but it didn't matter. "Becky? Yeah, she's young but she smokes a lot. Sorry!" "So…" I needed to change the subject and so I started kissing his mouth, "You wanted to give me a big surprise?" I tugged at the toy and jacked it off like a real cock. "Uh huh," he replied, kissing me back. "So you don't mind wearing this for me?" My fingers were rubbing his penis that had slid out of the strap on. My touch made it twitch and stiffen slowly. "It's a little uncomfortable right now, but once I get hard I can slip into it." "Oh I see... And what does my naughty husband need to get him hard? Do you need something sweet or dirty?" I rubbed his thing harder and tugged at it. "Oh, I don't know," he whispered. That was my free-pass to be dirty with him, I could tell. "You need me to be a slutty wife?" I asked. He moaned. "Or maybe a dirty black cock loving wife?" I asked. He moaned louder. "Or maybe a mean wife who likes to say bad things to her husband?" I asked. This time I squeezed his penis harder and he moaned extra loud. I grabbed the lube out of my nightstand and poured it over his stiff little member. I got him nice and hard and then slid him into the strap-on's sleeve. My pussy was juicy, I could feel it. I rolled my husband onto his back and climbed on top of him, grabbing the strap-on dildo and sat back on it. This was definitely the way to ride this thing. "You like that, bad boy? You like me fucking your black cock like this?" He just kept moaning and I kept pushing, knowing that the harder I fucked the toy the more feeling he'd have inside. "How does it feel knowing your wife is a dirty big cock loving slut? You miss me talking dirty to you like this?" "Yes!" he called out, grabbing my hips. "Oh yeah, dirty hubby has a tiny little penis that can't satisfy his wife. You need to wear a black man's cock to satisfy my me, isn't that right?" "More!" he was arching his neck back. I obviously was giving him exactly what he needed. "That's it, fuck me, little man. Fuck your wife the way she needs it. Fuck me with that black dick and wish it was yours. Oh yeah, oh yeah, OH! OH!" I was cumming hard and bouncing like a maniac. My husband was calling out how he was so close and I continued to ride him hard, insulting his little white penis, forcing him to say he was inferior to a black man and how I needed a real cock to satisfy me. He finally came with a series of grunts and moans and relaxed back into the bed. I carefully pulled the strap-on off of him cleaned him up. After the effort he went through tonight I felt he deserved I (that and I was feeling guilty about Ambrose). I even tugged at his member in the hopes of bringing it back to life. My intention was to give him a blow job or even ride him for real, but his flaccid penis told me he was done for the night. While my husband held me in the night, my mind kept going back to that moment of infidelity and how far things had degenerated in our marriage in such a short time. Worse, I felt horny just thinking about Ambrose and his twelve fantastic inches inside of me. Or Jerome with his thick ten inches punishing my cunt. My dreams were a whirlwind of sexual images and dirty feelings all night long and when I woke I found my fingers inside of my pussy. That was something I had never experienced before: masturbating in my sleep. My hubby was long gone to work and so I lay there, wondering how I was going to get out of the mess I had created. Obsession: Ten Naughty Moments "Tell me what you want more than anything? Say it, slut!" My response was "BIG BLACK COCKS!" as I trembled and came again. Ambrose blew his load three times that day -- two in my pussy and one in my mouth. I came five times and almost passed out from the last one. The day was surreal. The next day he showed late in the afternoon but I risked it anyway. We barely had time to be together but I was learning quickly how to accommodate Jerome's size and how to move underneath him. Despite the condom I forced him to wear I was able to work my body right for my black lover's pleasure. I barely got him out the door and the sheets pulled off the bed before my husband came home. His suspicions were mounting and I knew Jerome and I had to cool things off. The fourth day I called Jerome early in the morning so that there would be plenty of time to keep him from coming over. It went straight to voice mail but I left a message anyway, "Jerome, it's me. Listen, my husband is starting to suspect something is up. We shouldn't do anything today. Okay? Call me but don't come by." The door bell rang and I rushed to the door to find a package and no Jerome. The delivery truck drove off as I closed the door. I realized it was the lingerie I ordered and I was looking it over when my cell phone rang. Jerome. "What's up?" he said, sounding like he just awoke. "Did you get my message?" I asked. "Yeah, I was thinking we might have pushed it a little too late yesterday. Did your husband say anything?" "No, not really but… Well, we can't do that again." "No problem. So what are you doing?" "Looking at some sexy lingerie I just got." I was teasing him now, a dangerous thing to do given his libido. I described it, told him I wanted to wear it for him while he fucked me. I told him I wanted to be his little porn slut and him be my 'first black cock'. We talked for awhile and then he told me he had to call me back. He didn't call for almost an hour so I had a chance to eat breakfast, get showered, put on my make up; all the little things the morning required. When he called back he sounded much more alert. Our conversation was immediately on sex and Jerome instructed me to get in my lingerie and put on some sexy shoes. I warned him I couldn't let him come over but we could play on the phone. He seemed fine with that and I got all dressed up in the lingerie except for the panties which he told me to leave off. The next set of instructions was to put on one of my interracial DVDs on the TV downstairs and to fuck myself with one of my dildos. I did it. I did it all. I pumped it slow when he said slow. I pumped it fast when he said fast. He made me put on a scene where a girl was getting fucked by two big black cocks and made me beg for it. "Oh, I want it, Jerome. I want it so bad. I want a big black cock in my mouth and big black cock in my pussy. I want to cum soon. I want to cum so bad-" DING DONG Crap! Another delivery? I thought. "Hold on I need to go see who is at my door." "No problem, I'll wait right here." I went to the peep hole and looked out and saw Jerome with his cell phone smiling at me. There was no way I was opening the door dressed like this! I unlocked the door and walked back into the room, talking as I went. "Didn't I tell you not to come over?" I scolded him. "Yeah but I have a surprise for you. Open up." "It isn't chocolate again, is it?" I was trying to sound disappointed but it wasn't working; it was obvious I was going to let him in. "As a matter of fact it is. Open up, girl." I pushed the dildo up inside of me and started fucking myself again -- Jerome would have a nice view when he walked in. "Fine, come on in. The door is unlocked." I heard the door open as Jerome entered and then noticed there were two sets of foot steps. Turning around I noticed my black lover had brought a friend. There was nothing to cover up with. The interracial scene was running across the TV, my big Lex dildo was sliding in and out of me, wet with my juices. I was dressed like a porn slut with my tits sticking out over the top of my velvet bodice. Jerome had set me up again. His name was 'T'. I never knew if it stood for something or if he didn't have a single letter 't' anywhere in his name. I do know that he had a cock that wasn't as big as Jerome's but sizably larger than my hubby still. Almost nine inches long and dark as ebony. It was thinner than Jerome too but not enough to disappoint. After eight years of thinking six inches was enough, I was finding myself more than satisfied with the three new men I had slept with recently. This newest lover was a complete punk -- he came into my house with baggy pants and a long white t-shirt and a backwards hat that hid his braids. Ten years younger than me, he was the type of black guy that would scare white housewives in parking lots into locking their doors. I barely recognized him from the party. It was hard to judge him as a lover, especially when I had Jerome right there with me, but I wasn't interested in him as a lover at that point. I wanted him because he was about to make another fantasy come true. For you ladies out there, I can tell you there is nothing quite like being on your knees, unzipping two pairs of pants and watching two big black cocks flop out in front of your face. It is not beautiful by any means; it is not a magical moment. It is severely dirty. If you find yourself there you will be feeling as hot as you can feel without ever touching yourself or being touched. The thoughts that run through your head, the things that are about to happen, the acknowledgement that --regardless of what you had ever done with one person- you were about to cross another line that could never be uncrossed. 'Slut' only begins to describe you at this point. And I wanted that so bad. My porn stars were fucking away on the TV screen while I went back and forth, sucking 'T' and Jerome. I rubbed their cock heads on my face and on my tits. I sucked them and rubbed them and focused on completely satisfying them. 'T' and Jerome went from soft to hard in no time; I did notice it didn't take me long to excite these younger men to the point where they would be wanting me upstairs. Still I kept at their cocks, teasing them and doing my best to take care of Jerome's friend. His shaft was much easier to take into my mouth and the super dark skin was very attractive. Ambrose was light brown and Jerome was in the middle, but 'T' was DARK. The fact that he was never the type of man I even considered sexy before my obsession played in the back of my mind the whole time. Convincing 'T' to wear a condom was another challenge but I told him I wasn't on the pill and I couldn't risk getting pregnant. It was a lie but it worked. "Besides," I teased him as I spread my legs and rubbed my wet pussy, "If you wear it I'll let you fuck my white body over and over and over." He climbed on top of me quickly and plunged in fast. There was no waiting to grow accustomed to his big dick, no loving touch. He grabbed a hold of me and started pumping away like a jack rabbit. At that pace I figured he would be spent within minutes, but his energy level would surprise me that afternoon for sure. Jerome jacked off watching me at first, something that turned me on so much! His big black dick in his hand, pumping it watching me fuck his friend. I reached out and grabbed his cock and tugged at it as best I could, but he was too far away. "Put your sexy black cock in my mouth, Jerome!" I managed to say while 'T' slammed into me. We all moved around a bit on the bed so that Jerome could straddle my chest and fuck my face. His big balls were sliding between my tits and I grabbed his ass cheeks with my hands. The whole time I could feel 'T' pumping me and the energy build up deep inside me was ready to discharge. Two men was a fantasy I harbored deeply in my mind for years, even before I got married… Two BLACK men was a more recent fantasy but one that got me off in a big way. Now it was my reality. I dug my nails into Jerome's ass and squeezed my legs together as my orgasm rocked me hard. It was so intense that I actually saw stars as my black lovers continued to service me. We changed positions as I bounced on 'T' and sucked Jerome off. My big lover must have been worked up because he came relatively fast all over my face. A stream of cum launched all over my right cheek, into my hair and --in a not so sexy way- into my ear! We all got a good laugh out of that as I cleaned up my face and then continued. I ground my hips on 'T' and ran my hands over his body. He grabbed me by my wrists and thrust his hips up into me hard. Damn! He had stamina for sure and was much stronger than he looked. "Yes! More! FUCK ME, 'T'!" I screamed. "JUST LIKE OOH THAT! RIGHT THERE! OOOOHH!" I was shaking as Jerome helped me off his friend's pleasure stick. The two of them were still not done with me by a long shot, however. I was on my hands and knees, my body the white creamy filling of an Oreo cookie. I felt like the luckiest woman in the world, able to make my fantasy come true when so many women repressed their desires or never had opportunity knock like this. And oh boy were they knocking! "Damn, she's a good piece of ass!" 'T' said. "That white pussy feelin real good." "Yo, 'T', does Jerome deliver or does Jerome DE-LIVER?" He grabbed a hold of my hair and fucked my mouth with precision. "Mmm, yeah, that's it. You're liking your little surprise today, huh?" I pulled my lips off long enough to say, "There is nothing 'little' about this surprise," and then went back to giving head to his giant cock. It looked so beautiful in front of me but I still managed to steal glances at 'T' as he pumped away. It was too much to hold in and I and screamed, "FUCK! YES! CUMMMING! CUMMING AGAIN!" The orgasm was dragged out by 'T' and his rapid thrusts that never slowed. I couldn't keep Jerome in my mouth anymore. I couldn't talk. I couldn't even hold my body up. I had lost all control and moved about on the bed like a tiny little boat on the rough sea. Jerome held onto me and I rested my face on his stiff dick while his friend kept going. I was barely aware of the sounds I was making while I felt a series of tiny orgasms shoot through me, keeping me in a state of complete ecstasy. Jerome and 'T' were talking but I couldn't tell about what. This seemed to go on forever and then I felt 'T' climbing off of me. He had cum but to be honest I was too wiped out to appreciate it. I flopped on my back and asked them for some water. 'T' said he would go get some as he pulled off the condom and threw it on the floor. Closing my eyes I relaxed for a few seconds before I realized Jerome was climbing between my legs. I couldn't believe it! He had to know how exhausted I was. "Please!" I begged, "I just need a break for a few minutes." There was no waiting. Jerome grabbed my hands and pushed into me. DAMN he was thick! I heard 'T' saying something in the background about giving me a break but it was obvious Jerome wasn't going to listen to either of us. I looked over and 'T' watched for a few minutes before leaving the bedroom and going down the steps. Now I was all Jerome's and I quickly figured out that he wasn't wearing a condom again. His cock was smooth against my pussy walls and it would have been a superb feeling had it not been for the fact I had been having sex for hours. His big black body pressed down on me and enveloped me. I felt his hands everywhere and you could tell he was worked up after watching me get fucked for so long. Perhaps he wanted to show his friend up? Perhaps he was being territorial, making sure that he marked his territory, making sure 'T' knew that I was his? I didn't know. All I knew was my body was lit up with passion and even in my exhausted state I enjoyed every inch of that black cock as it plowed into my open cunt. "Yes! Yes! Yeah! Uh! Uh! Uh!" I croaked as Jerome brought me to the gift of climax in just a few minutes. Surprisingly he let me up as 'T' came back with a glass of water. I gulped it down, the coolness escaping over the sides of the cup and down my hot skin. I couldn't even hold the cup without spilling. I handed it back to 'T' and then Jerome immediately threw me back again. My break was over and I was now back to work pleasuring my black stud. 'T' got into the game. He slapped his dick over my face slightly, teasing me with that ebony tool as Jerome stuffed himself deep in my belly. I could hear 'T' complaining that Jerome got to fuck me without a condom but I couldn't bother responding. To be honest I couldn't muster the energy for it. Everything I had left was focused on remaining conscious, to experiencing as much of this dirty event as possible and even that was difficult. At one point I was riding on top of Jerome, his arms controlling my movements as I had long since been too tired to ride his pole. I was feeling one of many orgasm building as 'T' was busy slapping my ass and calling me a dirty white slut. Just as the build-up was reaching the pinnacle, 'T' shoved his finger in my ass and I let out a wail. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!" My hips moved around out of my control and I felt my pussy clench down on Jerome's cock especially hard. A few moments later he was cumming up inside of me again; his load filling me up and mixing with my own plentiful juices. I had never let anyone do what 'T' did to me before but I was beyond any ability to stop him. Besides, I came so hard that Jerome actually let me be. It was obvious I was worn out and his body betrayed him as well -- the sweat dripped off his beautiful black skin as 'T' stood over me jacking off. It didn't take long for him to cum again, his load dripping all over my tits and new bodice. I looked down at the scene before me. Cum was dripping off my chest and oozing out of my red swollen cunt. Jerome's black cock, now partly soft and slick was in my hands as I just admired it with my fingers. 'T' was fiddling with his cell phone as he put his pants back on. I couldn't tell you want we spoke of but eventually I mentioned the time my husband should be home and they both left. Jerome managed to kiss me gently on the forehead but 'T' was just out the door. I was a fuck doll for him and to be honest I really didn't mind it one bit. Pure physical pleasure at the hands of these sexy black men dominated every thought as I passed out. I woke up startled. The late evening summer daylight was passing through the west window and the clock read 6pm. I was supposed to be at work already! I woke up, took off all the lingerie and put my robe on. Running through the house I looked for any sign that my husband might have been home but there wasn't any. He had to know. He had to have come home and found me covered in cum in our bedroom. I jumped into the shower, washed off, and then jumped out as fast as I could. I called the office quickly and let them know I was running behind. My boss was peeved but it didn't sound like I was going to get fired. I quickly changed the sheets as fast as I could and sprayed air freshener in the room. It still smelled of sex. On the drive to work I called my husband on his cell phone. He answered, "Hey honey." "Hey," I said, not sure where to go with the conversation. "Uhm, where are you?" "I just left work. Sorry, but I had to work late. Aren't you supposed to be working? It sounds like you are in the car?" "Yeah, I got a little behind is all. I'm heading into the office now. Just wanted to let you know what was going on." "No problem," he said. His voice sounded a little off and I wondered if he knew what was going on. I couldn't tell. "Love you," he added. "Love you too," I responded and hung up. The night was an absolute wreck for me and I couldn't concentrate on anything. For one my legs were like rubber and my hip and groin muscles ached. Another was Jerome kept coming by and brushing against me when nobody was looking. Becky asked if she could stay in our guest for a week while her parents renovated part of their house. I automatically said "Yes, of course! Not a problem," but afterwards regretted it. Who knew what would be going on with my husband and Jerome and all of my antics? I didn't need to throw another question mark into the mix by having Becky stay there. She couldn't stay. I walked over to her cubicle to tell her she had to make other arrangements when I heard her on the phone, "Yeah mom, she was fine with it. She and her husband have a guest room and it's closer to work than our place. Yeah, it's cool. She's super nice. Okay, great. Love you, mom!" She hung up and turned around, "Hey, thanks again for letting me stay at your place. My boyfriend lives with his parents too and there is no way I can stay there. My other friends have apartments and their all cramped with roommates. My bff is really sick and I just can't afford to miss work otherwise I'd be there." "No problem," I forced a smile. I got home at midnight. My supervisor had made me do all the paperwork to make up the hour I was late and I think to punish me for having to cover for my position. I left work wiped out and came home to a dark house. The only light on was over the computer and I noticed the computer screen was on, the screen saver bouncing around. A note was taped to the screen, "WENT TO BED EARLY. MAYBE TOMORROW NIGHT WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS." Uh oh. I touched the mouse and the screen lit up. I stared at a picture of me with my lingerie on, my eyes closed and my legs spread wide open. There were several pictures of me; close-ups of my pussy covered in cum, my tits covered in cum, the dried cum in my hair. My husband had come home and taken these shots. It was mortifying. Strange that I would be embarrassed about being photographed nude but I was. Stranger that my husband had done it and I had no recollection of it at all. I couldn't figure out why he had taken them or what was going through his mind when he did. My guess was that a big argument was building for tomorrow but I couldn't be sure. I was wide awake now. I tiptoed upstairs and found him out cold. Crawling into bed I stared at the ceiling for a long time, sleep escaping me for what seemed like the whole night.