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White Wife

By: bobfr



Chapter One

Jake Daniels jumped up and cheered along with a thousand other fans of the Thunderbirds as the new forward made a, "nothing but net" three point shot from the corner. Watching the Thunderbirds play basketball was about the most exciting thing to do in Fargo, North Dakota. The CBA team was struggling in the standings of the small league that had declined and now consisted of only five teams.

Jake always bought bleacher seats on a per game basis. No season tickets for him. As he looked down across the floor at the Thunderbirds bench, he wondered again how Clyde Monroe could afford seats on the floor, the best in the auditorium. After all, they both worked in maintenance at the Air Force Base and made about the same money, which wasn't very much. Unless Clyde had won the lottery, Jake couldn't see how he could do it. He told himself that at halftime he would have to ask Clyde to share his secret. At the midway point in the game, the Thunderbirds were leading the Albany Patroons by 10 points.

Jake loved the game of basketball, especially as a spectator. In high school he wasn't tall enough to go out for the team, or so he told himself. The CBA put on as good a show as the NBA because all of the players and the coaches wanted to be called up to the big league so they played their hearts out. They played for the love of the game and the hope of being recognized for their, talent, determination and enthusiasm just so they had a slim chance of being called up. They sure didn't play for the money. They were paid poverty level salaries. The player's wives and girlfriends couldn't travel with them because they stayed in a rundown apartment building with two men sharing a tiny studio room and just a small fridge and a microwave for cooking. However, the teams owner did have to spend a small fortune renovating the 7 apartments to accommodate the giants that lived in them. Seven foot beds. Higher doors. Even handicapped toilets because they were higher.

At the concession stand Jake worked his way through the crowd until he was standing next to Clyde. "How's it going, man?"

"Great," Clyde answered. "Tell me what you want to eat and drink Jake. It's on me. I don't pay for anything here." He boasted.

"Just a hot dog and a Coors Lite."

"You got it."

When the order was filled they found a table for two squeezed into a corner. "I love the Thunderbirds," Jake said.

"Me too. Them coming to town was about the best thing that could have happened to this place." He took a bite of his hotdog and then washed it down with a swig of beer. "I never miss a game."

"I try to catch several home games during the season but I sure can't see everyone. Costs too damn much with parking and food. Emily, I think you've met my wife, would like to come but that just about doubles everything so I usually come by myself." 

"Fuck man, that's no fun." Clyde seemed like he was thinking about what he wanted to say next to Jake. The mention of Emily, Jake's unbelievably beautiful wife, made him wonder if he should tell Jake more than common sense told him he should.

"I can't afford these nights out any more than you my friend." Clyde paused then said, "Truth is, I don't pay a cent for the floor seat, parking, any food or beer. I don't pay for anything period."

"Okay. You've got me. Tell me your secret so that I can join your exclusive club."

"Wish I could, but I'd get my ass in a sling if I told you what's going on."

"Oh no you don't," Jake said. "You can't tell me that you go to every home game, sit in the best seats in the house, get free parking, food and beer and then not tell me how you do it. That's just not fair."

"You're right. You're right. However, I think if I told you everything you want to know you wouldn't think very much of me."

"What are you talking about Clyde?" He thought about what Clyde had said and then asked him, "Is what you're doing illegal?"

"I don't think so." It seemed as if this was the first time he had wondered about that. "No, I think it's legal but a lot of people, probably you too, might say it's just plain wrong."

"Come on Clyde.  We're not getting anywhere. I don't judge people. Whatever you do is your business. It's none of mine. Tell me what's going on."

"You've got to promise to keep what I tell you to yourself. You can't tell anyone, including your wife."

"Promise. Now go on."

"This arrangement involves others, not just me. Actually, I'm the least of those involved. It's all about the players and the coaches.  You know that they play for peanuts with a chance, not much of a chance, but a chance to make it big if they get called up. Hell, I've heard of a player going from $7,000 for a season to $7,000,000 a year later."

"Yeah, I know."

"So these guys move here for the season. They stay at that crummy apartment building and have to leave their wives and girlfriends back home."

"I know that," Jake said.

"Well, they get lonely. These are guys got all the pussy they could handle in college. If they were in the NBA, or even a major city, they would be mobbed by beautiful women, usually white women."

Jake sat up straighter, leaned toward Clyde. Where the fuck was this going he asked himself. To Clyde he said, "Go on."

"Well, you've seen my wife. Maybe she can't be compared with Emily, hell who can, but most people think she's really cute. At the beginning of the season I brought her to the very first game. We sat in the bleacher section across from the Thunderbird's bench about where you're sitting tonight. There weren't many women watching that game and none that could be compared with Liz. She was smokin hot?"

Jake's mouth dropped open but he didn't say anything.

Clyde went on. "As we were leaving, a young trainer who couldn't have been a day over twenty came up to us and said, "Got a minute?" Liz and I looked at each other and I said, "Sure. What's on your mind?"

"I'm Brad, by the way." He said with a huge smile showing perfect snow-white teeth as he stuck out his hand which we each shook . "Let me get right to the point. The coach and several of the players saw the two of you in the stands and asked me to come and talk with you." He paused for just a second, cleared his throat and went on. "The life that these guys lead is far from the glamour of the NBA or even when they were big men on college campuses." He started walking away from the crowd and indicated that we should follow him. "This is more private. I don't want the whole world to hear what I want to tell you."

"Well Brad," Liz said a little annoyed, "What do you want to talk about?"

"I like that," Brad said turning to Clyde, "a woman who gets right to the point. Okay, I will too. The players and the coaches are alone here. Let's face it, Fargo isn't the excitement capital of the world. These guys don't know anyone. The black population in Fargo is essentially non existent. They don't have their wives or girlfriends with them. Obviously, they get very lonely. One of the under the table benefits that we try to provide for the team and the staff is special companionship."

Both Liz and I were trying to digest what Brad had told us. "What does that have to do with us?" I asked him.

Without missing a beat he said, "Like I told you, some of the players and the coaches saw you tonight in the stands across from our bench." He turned to me and said, "They think your wife is hot. I hope you take that as a compliment and not an insult. They would like to get to know her better while they're here."

"I remembered that several times during the game, players sitting on the bench would look our way, sometimes point and whisper something to the player on their right or left. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time nor did I say anything about it to Liz."

"There it was." Clyde said. " Brad the trainer was a messenger sent to ask both of us if Liz would be willing to fuck the team. I think we were both so shocked we didn't know what to say. Should we be offended? Should Liz have slapped him?"

"So, what do you think?" Brad asked them while flashing his boyish smile again.

"I saw that Liz was beet red and looking uncomfortably at her shoes.  We're small town people Jake. Hell, you know that. We've never fucked around. Liz had been with two guys before me but they didn't amount to anything. I'm sure she was faithful during our marriage. Now, she had just been asked to consider fucking ten players and two or three members of the staff, most of them black men."

I turned to Brad and said, "We're both shocked. I don't know what to say."

I intended to say more but Brad cut me off. I sensed this wasn't the first time he had approached a couple. "Of course you're shocked. I'd be surprised if you weren't. The woman that provided the companionship before just left with her husband when he was transferred by the Air Force. Look, let me give you my card with my cell phone number on it.  Talk it over and give me a call.  If this is something you would like to do we can comp you seats on the floor, free parking and free food and drink. I hope you'll consider it. By the way, what are your first names?" He asked as he gave us his card with the cell number underlined.

"Uh, we're uh, Liz and Clyde." I told him.

"Thanks, got to run." and he was off.

Jake had almost forgotten about his hot dog and beer. He took a swig and said, "Clyde, I'm not a rocket scientist but because of your seats and privileges I assume that you took him up on his offer. Is that right?"

"We did. It's the best thing I've ever done but it wasn't easy. Oh, I like the free stuff here but that's not what I mean. Liz is like a different woman. You can't even imagine what it's done for her. She had no real sexual experience except with me. Now she's fucked all of these big black jocks with cocks that go places in her pussy mine could never go. She gets all the sex she wants which is a lot. She's hotter with me than she's ever been and I get all the goodies. She's not going to fall in love with any of them. Hell, who even knows who is going to be here next week.  The roster on a CBA team changes faster and more frequently than a hooker changes her panties."

"I have to tell you that the ride home after we left Brad was quiet. We were each lost in our own thoughts. We didn't talk about the proposition until we were under the covers in our bed. She brought it up." 

"Wasn't that about the craziest thing you ever heard.?"

"What exactly do you mean?" I asked her.

"I mean to think that they would be interested in me. I'm older than any of the players. I've had three kids. My boobs are starting to sag. These guys could get any woman they want. I wonder what the catch is?"

"I don't think there is a catch. Let's face it Liz, you're great looking."

"Maybe for my age but they could choose from any of the ten Thunderbird dancers. I'll bet none of them are more than 22."

"All of the dancers are looking for a husband, not a fuck. The players know that. Many of the players are already married to someone that they love and who may be the mother of their kids. They don't want some little dancer in Fargoto fuck things up for them no matter how horny they get." I admit I was surprised that she seemed to be considering Brad's proposition. "Liz are you thinking about doing this?"

"Oh no. I guess I'm flattered that out of all the women that were there tonight Brad was asked to approach me, I mean approach us."

"Could you do something like that? Liz, could you go to the apartment building and go to bed with the players and the staff? Could you?"

"Emotionally, no I couldn't. Physically, I guess we're all built pretty much the same, I guess I could. What about you, Clyde, what do you think of the idea?"

"You know me, Liz, I'm just an old horn dog. I've told you a hundred times I'd love to see you fuck another guy or for us to get involved in swinging. I never thought we would have a chance to do something like this right here in Fargo. I thought that if anything like this could ever happen it would have to be when we were on a trip, the farther away the better. But, hell, yeah, I'm cool with it if it's something you want to try."

"I'll have to think about it some more. It would be horrible for the kids if they found out their mom was fucking the basketball team. I'm a big girl and know how to make sure I don't get knocked up or sick. It's more about us. I think it would change us."

"The talking stopped. Liz had something else on her mind. She attacked me. Fuck man, she raped me. I must have been inside her cunt more than a thousand times before but that night it was hotter, wetter and better than ever. I knew that it wasn't me that brought all of that out, it was the thought of all that strange black cock and what the owners of those cocks wanted to do to her."

"By the next morning Liz agreed to do it. She asked me to call Brad on his cell and tell him he had a deal. The rest is history. This has been going on for more than a month. Liz must have been fucked more than a hundred times by the guys. Also, while Brad hadn't mentioned it to us, out of town teams also get lonely. If they know the right trainer, sometimes that loneliness can be forgotten for an hour or two."

"Wow! That's unbelievable Clyde. How many other women are there?"

"Oh there a couple of young girls but the guys hate them. They're immature and just silly little groupies. Basically Liz is doing all the heavy lifting by herself."

By now, I was becoming a little suspicious.  He had warned me not to tell anyone about what he would tell me. I wondered now if that was true. "So, Clyde, why did you tell me this?"

"Shit man. You kept pressing me."

"But you went into detail that you didn't have to. Is there something more that I need to know?"

Clyde looked down at the table. He played with his nearly empty beer glass before he looked at me. "As great as Liz is. As hot a fuck as she's become. She's told me that some of them would like someone new. Recently, a couple of players have asked Liz if she has a friend? She told them she would have to think about it."

"And?"

"Well Jake, what about Emily? Do you think this is something she might enjoy?"

I guess most husbands would have been highly insulted by such a suggestion but I wasn't. There were many ways I could have answered his question.  Deep down, in a place that only Emily had recently discovered, the truthful answer would have been I hope she would enjoy all that big black cock because that's exactly what I have been thinking about for a couple of years. But I didn't tell him that.

"If I told Emily what you had suggested she'd have my head. My guess is my bag would be packed within about ten minutes. I would be shown the door. She would file for divorce."

"You just might be surprised. Liz told me that all women think about fucking other men and especially big black men. Look at the size of these guys, Jake. Their cocks match the rest of them. Hell, they're the best conditioned athletes in the world. Endurance, stamina they can go on forever. Trust me, you would be doing Emily a big favor."

"Not a chance." I didn't say this out of sheer ignorance. For two years I had told her how much I wanted to see her get fucked by another man. At first that just made her furious. After a couple of months went by we used it as a fantasy and it made both of us hot. Nevertheless, no matter how hard I tried, with porn tapes, dildos and promises she said that was something she just couldn't do. She was my wife and no one elses. That type of thinking was counter to everything she had been taught. 

"Well, let's go enjoy the second half. It's probably already started. Come sit with me. That won't be a problem for just the rest of this game." Clyde said as he stood up.

He talked with someone at the Thunderbird bench and a padded chair was placed right next to Clyde's.  Clyde insisted that I sit next to the bench.  The players were all friendly to me. I couldn't help but notice that the distance from the soles of their feet to their knees must have been six inches higher than on my leg. The coach came over and introduced himself. He too was a black guy. I have no idea if Clyde had said something to them about me and especially about Emily but he might have.

The rest of the game was really a blur to me. I couldn't concentrate on strategy and the score. All I could think about was these giant athletes fucking Clyde's wife. Before the game ended, I confess I was also imagining them between Emily's beautiful legs.

Clyde and I said our goodbyes. He had preferred parking so we parted at his car. Before I left he said, "Jake, I really think this might be as good for you and Emily as it has been for Liz and me. Don't say no. Just say you'll think about it. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

The drive home was on auto pilot. I remember none of it. I assume I stopped at all of the stop signs and red lights. Obviously I made all of the correct turns because before I knew it I was pulling in our driveway. 

"Honey, I'm home."

"We're all watching TV," she said.

When I walked in the den she put a finger to her lips to warn me that the kids weren't really watching television because they had fallen asleep.  "How was the game?" She whispered.

"Great," was the same answer I always gave her.

"Who won?" She asked.

I was stumped. I couldn't remember who won. I didn't know what to tell her. 

She sensed something was wrong and said, "Jake all I asked was who won. I didn't ask if you had cheated on me," She said with a smile.

"We did. I'm going up to take a shower and hit the sack." I told her hoping that we really had won and if we hadn't she wouldn't bother to check it out.

When she slipped in bed naked, as always, it was just too much for me. I rolled over to her and pressed my lips to her moist ones. Our tongues touched gently at first and then more intently. Her hand slid down my chest, to my tummy and then lower. My cock was hard as stone. I didn't need any help but our ritual seemed to require that she engulf my throbbing cock in the oral cavity that my tongue had just been probing.  

"Oh baby, take it easy, I'll come in ten seconds."

"Wow! That must have been some basketball game."

"It was just a game," I said, catching my breath as my glans hit the back of her throat. 

My fingers went exploring and found her fine, sparce pubic hair. When my index finger touched her cleft and then went lower until it gently touched her clit, she moaned around my pulsing cock. My finger went lower and discovered that while she is always moist, tonight she was drenched.

"Wow! That must have been some television show." We both laughed.

I couldn't wait any longer. She lay on her back with her legs parted and bent at the knees as I moved between them.  I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit from her little asshole to her swollen clitoris.  And then I pushed into her all the way in a single motion until she engulfed me and our pubic hairs mingled.  As I lay down on her we kissed again. Her arms held me tightly as we slowly began to move in the familiar way that husbands and wives do after they have been married for more than fifteen years.

This was always the time that I would start my chatter. By now she expected it. I just didn't know if she liked it or if she was humoring me. I broke our kiss looked down at her and smiled. "Baby you are so beautiful when you're fucking. You're the most beautiful woman in the world.  I love to be inside you. I love to feel the inside of your cunt, your moisture that you produced just so you could get fucked by a big dick."

"Oh yes baby. Fuck me with that big dick."

"My cock's not so big. Average I would say."

"It's big to me. I love it. I love it in me. I love it in me anywhere."


White Wife Black Balled



This story is totally fiction. It was inspired by a bunch of guys at a bachelor party that had a healthy interracial mix and strong mafia connections. 

*

Dexter Williams strolled through the front doors of the five star hotel like he owned it. Making his way to the restaurant/lounge at the back of the hotel's first floor, he could hear the band playing in the lounge before he arrived at the entrance to the dining area. Known by the maitre d', Dex waived and continued on into the lounge.

Twelve years since he graduated from college, the six foot five inch collegiate basketball player and business administration major had built quite a lucrative stable of mostly white, married socialites servicing his exclusive clientele of sports related black men. He also leased them out to some very selective websites, making the right contacts at the player's annual gathering in Chicago. 

At his relatively young age, Dex had experienced most of the thrills and pleasures life had to offer. However, in his mind at least, nothing quite equaled watching his ten by two and half inch black cock side in and out of a tight white pussy. Or, a white woman's virgin ass. Second to that was watching especially blondes wrap their lips around his cock and suck it up nice and hard. Then get his long black fingers into her blonde hair and face fuck the bitch. Ramming it down her throat until she almost passed out.

Usually keeping around twenty socialites in his stable, he had recently worn out one and lost another. So, in addition to the two associates he had out on the prowl, he had come to his favorite hunting ground looking for a specific replacement. The woman he had lost was one of his favorites. Five foot six inch tall blonde with a fantastic body, she was a wealthy dentist's wife. Dex had bedded her himself for about two months before he turned her out. It had really pissed him off when some john messed her up so bad that he couldn't use her anymore. Dex made sure that the guy would spend at least a couple of months in the hospital and that his ball player days were a thing of the past. He'd be lucky to score a sportscaster's job. Then Dex had three of his friends fuck the guys wife. He installed a web-cam in the bedroom and sent one of his women to the hospital with a lap top computer. Full body cast, and neck brace, the guy could do nothing but watch as his little white wife took it in every orifice for more than two hours. Quite often it was at the same time. She'll never be the same woman she was before those three big black men came into her life. 

Dex stood just inside the lounge, scanned the crowd, thinking, "I don't give a dawn if that nigger was some big name football player. Nobody messes up my women without paying a big price. All of them are high quality women servicing my high rolling clientele." 

Finding a table of three men that he knew, Dex took the forth and vacant chair. "Hey Dex, how ya doin'?"

"Ah ya know, I'm good. I'm always good." responded Dex.

Then looking over their shoulders he noticed a table of socialites about 30 feet away. One of the other men noticed where Dex had turned his attention. "Ah Dex, that's just Jane Hartley's gang of doctor's wives. Most of them are cougars that we have fucked before. Problem is that the whole bunch just want a toyboy, dancing to their tune... I'm just not into that."

"Me neither." said Dex, "But, they're all good for a roll in the sack. Especially that tall black one. Who's the new face?" 

The third man, a hospital administrator, answered Dex, "That's Michelle Jacobson. The wife of Marke Jacobson, M.D. He's the newest member of Doctor Hartley's surgical team."

Michelle Jacobson, formerly Michelle Taylor, was born as a twin into a middle class family of four children. She had dreamed, since she could remember, of living the elegant lifestyle she now enjoyed. After working at a charity function all day that Saturday with these women, she was pleased to be invited to join them for dinner and then hit some nightclubs. Her husband had called her and said that he would be tied up at the hospital until well into the evening. It had made her decision easy to make. At twenty five years old, it was a shear thrill to Michelle when they arrived at the hotel's restaurant and the maitre d' knew all the names of the women in the group. Then to have them introduce Michelle to him as their newest member really turned her on. They were immediately shown to a premium table near the dance floor in the lounge. Totally naive to terms like milf, cougar, toyboy or fuckpet, Michelle looked forward to having her eyes opened by these seasoned socialites. 

During the conversation with his three friends, Dex watched as two men from the other side of the room approached the women's table. One, appearing to be in his thirties, asked one of the cougars to dance. The other, in his early twenties, ask Michelle to dance. Remaining in the conversation, Dex kept an eye on the five foot seven or eight, shapely Michelle. Noticing that among other attributes, she was a good dancer. Possibly better than her partner. After a couple of dances, Michelle and the young man returned to her table and he asked one of the cougars to dance. Dex waited a couple of minutes, excused himself and approached Michelle, thinking, "This fine young thing just might be the replacement I'm looking for..." Dex asked Michelle, "Would you like to dance, or did he wear you out?"

Michelle looked up toward the male voice asking her for a dance. He was what she liked, tall and broad shouldered, but he was also black. She never had much to do with black people. However, after some encouragement from one of the cougars, she thought, "A couple of dances wouldn't hurt." So, she stood up and said, "Sure, why not. I'm just getting started."

Very experienced in seducing white women, twenty to fifty years old, it didn't take long to entice the beautiful, blond, blue eyed Michelle out behind the kitchen. It was a very remote, secure, dimly lit spot he had used often. With his tongue thrust into her mouth, the fingers of his right hand lifted her shirt, dug into her panties and entered her wet, hot pussy. She tried to push him away. But, he held her tightly and their lip lock only allowed her muffled sounds. When his fingers found her G-spot, he removed his lips and all she could do was moan. Pinned against the wall, he had her toes lifted an inch or so off the ground. Her arms hung limp at her sides, The intense pleasure coming from her pussy rendered her helpless. She did not even attempt to stop his left hand as it unbuttoned her shirt enough to flip up her bra and fondle her right breast. "Nice tits, more than a hand full... Tight little pussy. I like that..." Whispered the confident, in control, Dex.

Michelle looked up at him and tried to get out, "I'm a married woman." However, before she could get the words out of her mouth he again covered her lips with his. Now rendered totally helpless and out of control, she felt her panties leave and find the ground. Holding her in a lip lock and continuing his tongue action, she heard him unzip his pants and felt his large erect cock bounce against her bear tummy. Michelle tried to break free, but, it was no use. He withdrew from her lips and lifted her up to where her pussy was even with his cock. Then, before she realized what was happening, Dex thrust his black monster about three inches into her tight white pussy. All she could do is whimper, "No, Nooo..." Dex laughed and said, "Ah, come on, baby. You know you want the thrill of a big black cock in your little white, married pussy." With that he drew back and thrust back in far enough to find her cervix. He pushed his cock head against it to test its resistance. "You want it all, don't ya baby?" Wide eyed, she just looked at him. Arms still dangling at her sides, he now had the calves of her legs resting on his shoulders. A firm grip on her breasts, he held her up against the wall as he drew back and rammed his cock passed the resistance of her cervix. She yelped. With a little more than two inches still remaining, his next stroke drove his cock in balls deep. She yelped, again, then just moaned as an orgasm began to flood over her body. As her orgasm subsided, Dex held his cock in her for about thirty seconds, then he began short fast strokes, thinking, "Yeah, my little white socialite, when I turn you out, you'll be good for once or twice a week. Ha, you'll be servicing the black cocks of some of the biggest names in sports. Yeah, I got you babe..."

Now pounding her with long, hard, fast strokes, she went into one orgasm, then a second. Minutes later into a third. She certainly was not a virgin when she married Marc, but never was it like this. He drew her away from the wall and without disconnecting, he turned her around, one hundred and eighty degrees. With the palms of her hands against the wall, he held her in place with his left arm across her abdomen. Her feet now a few inches off the ground, his left hand tightly gripped her right breast. The black fingers of his right hand he gathered her blonde hair and pulled her head back. "This is one of my bitch positions, blondie. You are going to get to know it well. By the time I turn you out, yeah, you'll know it very well. Right along with a bunch of other positions my clients favor..."After Dex had fucked Michelle unmercifully for several minutes, he went off himself. Allowing her to slip to the ground like a pile of rags, he used her panties to wipe himself. Then returned his satisfied cock back in its place and zipped up his pants. Picking up her purse, he dug out one of her calling cards. Slipping it into his shirt pocket, he snapped the purse shut and tossed it near her panties. 

Hands on his hips, Dex looked down upon the crumpled woman and laughed his hearty laugh. Then he said, "The ladies room is through the kitchen and to your left. Better get back with your lady friends or you'll be missed. I'll get with you early next week and we'll have another black cock training session."

On her knees, leaning against the wall, it was all Michelle could do to turn and watch Dex walk away. Yes, without any idea of the possible cost to her, she wanted more of his cock. As she gathered her panties and purse, she thought, "That has to be the best orgasm I have ever had. But, I've got to get control of it, so I can keep my marriage and have it when I want it.." What she didn't know then., however, would discover later, was that like people who become addicted to coke after their first hit, she was now addicted to black cock. 

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Michelle already had a douche, showered, and was in bed before Marc slipped in next to her that Saturday night. The following morning, their cook's day off, Michelle and her husband lay in bed discussing the day ahead. Marc rolled onto his side facing her and said, "I'm not really hungry babe. So, why don't you go out and get something for both of us. French toast and a cup of coffee sounds good." He was well aware that about all she could do in the kitchen was make coffee.

Michelle rose, thinking, "I have to keep him happy. He provides the lifestyle that I always dreamed I would be living. And, I worked way to hard to snatch him away from my gullible, trusting sister. So, I'll do whatever makes him happy." Michelle was way to self absorbed to love any man, or woman. In a patronizing gesture, she quickly rose, dressed and purred, "Get yourself a shower and I'll meet you down stairs." She gave him a peck of a kiss on the forehead and hustled off to get what her husband desired.

With exception of Michelle's sister returning a camera, Sunday passed like many had when Marc was preparing for a complex surgery on the following Monday morning. As per usual, he was gone before she woke up that following morning. Laying in bed, she wondered if Dex would call. On one hand, she hoped he wouldn't call. With the prenuptial agreement she had signed, she was sure that Marc would kick her to the curb if he ever found that she was having sex with another man, or woman. The color of his skin or the size of his cock did not make one bit of difference to Marc. He knew that she was not a virgin when they were married. However, he had made it very clear that she was his, exclusively. On the other hand, she wanted, and needed, more of Dexter's big black cock. What she did not want to acknowledge was the feeling of need for his cock. A need to feel it rammed deep into her womb. As she rolled out of bed, she mentally counted the days since her last period. Not on the pill, Michelle stepped into the shower, thinking, "Yeah, I'm safe through this week. I'd better get on the pill before I end up with a big problem. I don't know what I'll tell Marc. He wants to start a family. Oh well, I'll think of something..."

Monday Morning

About nine thirty, as Michelle was finishing her breakfast out by the pool her cell phone rang. It was Dex. "Hey blondie, ya up for another lesson in real fucking?" He said in a commanding tone.

"I ah, I don't know. When?" Again, just a few words from him and she had lost control.

"Get something ta write with and write on, cunt?" he demanded.

"Ah no, hold on for a minute and please don't call me that." she said meekly, carrying her phone into the pool house. "OK?"

"I'll call your little white ass anything I want. Just do as your told, bitch." he barked.

Dex gave her the address of his friend's apartment in an exclusive complex about ten minutes from Michelle's home. "I want you there within the hour, cunt! And listen carefully! You come with no bra, no panties. Sandals, short shorts and a sleeveless shirt.. Ya hear me, bitch?"

Ah, but Dex, I might have something else..."

He cut her off, "Get your white ass over here dressed like I told you, clocks tickin', blondie. Get your white ass moving. Your gonna get your tight pussy well fucked." His voice caught her like a command that she dare not disobey. "OK, OK, I'll be there. She closed her phone and quickly made her way upstairs to dress the way he had dictated.

Standing at the door of the proper apartment, Michelle felt torn. Her husband was tall, dark, handsome, wealthy and very intelligent. She was driving the vehicle of her choice and living in one of the best neighborhoods in the town. So, why was she here? Because, she wanted more of that big black cock and the thrill of those orgasms. Therefore, she put it all on the line and knocked on the door. It came open, Michelle was pulled in, the door shut and locked.

Once in the apartment, Michelle found Dex and other large black man. Both were nude so she could see that the other man, introduced to her as Jimmy, had a build like a football player and a cock only slightly smaller than Dex. As he began unbuttoning her shirt, Dex commanded, "Drop the shorts!"

Michelle responded immediately, allowing the shorts to find her ankles. Dex pushed the shirt off her shoulders and she allowed it to fall on top of the shorts. She whimpered, "I ah, I didn't know there would be two of you..."

Dex grinned at her a said, harshly, "Shut up, bitch. Just do as you're told and you'll get the fucking thrill of your life. You don't and I'll kick your white ass out of here. Then, I'll make sure you never get another black cock, ever again. Got that, bitch?"

Jimmy walked around behind Michelle. Running his fingers down her sides and then over her buttocks, he said, "Fine little white ass..." After giving her buttocks a little squeeze, he brought both hands up and cupped her breasts. Towering over her by eight or ten inches, he said, "Little more than a hand full, I like that." Then he moved his hands up to her shoulders and forced Michelle to her knees and said, "Let's get ta fuckin' this bitch. My lady will be back in about an hour and a half.

Dex stepped closer to Michelle, holding his limp cock about even with her month and said, "Open up, bitch. Time ta suck this cock up so I can fuck that white pussy."

"But Dex, I've never sucked..."

Dex placed his free hand on top of her head and shoved his cock into her month, "I said shut up, bitch. While you are here your month is for sucking our cocks, nothing else, ya hear? Now, suck it up nice and hard so I can fuck your white pussy with my big black cock." As she sucked Dex's cock, Jimmy placed a big black dog collar on her neck. When his cock was ready, Dex ordered her into the bitch position with her feet spread, arms braced against the back of the couch. Dex rammed his cock in to the hilt with one stroke. She opened her month to cry out. But, before she could udder a sound, Jimmy shoved his cock into her month. With Dex gripping her hips, Jimmy's hands squeezing her breasts, they fucked Michelle like a rag doll, sending her into a wild orgasm. 

As the two black men fucked Michelle, Jimmy handed Dex a butt plug covered with KY jelly. Dex lined it up with her little ass hole and with the palm of his hand, shoved it in. Her month was too full of Jimmy's cock to make a sound.

Withdrawing his now hard cock from Michelle's month, Jimmy helped Dex turn her 180 degrees as Dex stood up. Standing he then began bouncing her on his cock as she squealed, "Fuck me Dex. Fuck my little white pussy with that black monster of yours." Then went into a wild orgasm. As she came down off her high, Jimmy withdrew the butt plug and replaced it with his cock. Ramming it in about five inches. She screamed, "No, please no! I've never had it there... You're to big, it hurts... Please take it out, pleeeease..." Dex told her to shut up and Jimmy rammed his cock in about three more inches. When he was into her ass about nine inches, they coordinated their strokes, in and out at the same time. Now, Michelle could only moan as the two black men took their pleasure in her white body.

Dex and Jimmy went on to pound every orifice in Michelle's body for more than an hour. Then Dex led her into the bathroom by the dog collar and leash, on her hands and knees. Then he barked, "You've got ten minutes ta drain, clean up, dress and get your white ass out o' here! I'll call you tomorrow with your next bitch training session. Wear that collar and leash outta here. You can take it off in your car.!"

When Michelle had left the apartment, Jimmy handed Dex an envelope containing $2,000.00. And said, "I love it when I get to be the first into some white woman's ass and get some of her pussy, too. It was all well worth every penny."

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At dinner that evening, Michelle ask Marc about the surgery of that morning. He told her that it was difficult and lengthy. That they would know if it was successful tomorrow afternoon. Then he changed the subject and asked, "Did you plan to attend the Hospital Auxiliary luncheon, tomorrow?"

Michelle had completely forgotten the luncheon. All she could think about was her next session with Dex and who ever he wanted to be there. However, what else could she say, "Ah, yes of course. Jane has me helping people find there place."

Marc gave her a little smile, "Good, Ed has decided that it would be a good idea if the team joined their spouses for lunch, tomorrow."

"Oh OK, that would be nice. I would think that Jane will make sure that there is a place for everybody."

Marc gave his wife another little smile, then said, "Also, Ed wants the team to observe an operation in New York, Wednesday afternoon. We'll take the red eye out tomorrow evening. Then, come back Thursday morning."

Michelle frowned and moan, "Oh wow, I have to sleep alone for two nights? I'll miss you." Usually she would show her husband an especially good time in the bedroom the night before he left on a trip out of town. However, her vagina was way to stretched to let him in tonight. Then the thought hit her, would he ever fit again? Would he come home from his trip only to find how loose she had become? Her black master, Dexter had taken her under hypnotism that morning to assure that she would never say "no" to him. He had her completely addicted to big black cock and commanded her total obedience.




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Telling his wife that he needed to review the case they would be observing, Marc said that he would join her later that evening. She gave a sigh of relief, took a shower, then went to bed, alone.

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When Dex called that following morning Michelle explained why she could not get out of going to the luncheon. But, that her husband would be out of town all of Wednesday and most of Thursday. 

"No shit, bitch. We can party all day tomorrow an' on inta Thursday mornin'. I like it. Give any staff you have the two days off. I'll be there at nine tomorrow mornin' with two other guys. We'll start the party with your first three way. We gonna fill every one of your white holes with black cock... at the same time." With that he laughed and terminated the call.

Wednesday morning about 8:45 am, Dex called Michelle, "You alone, bitch.?"

"Ah, yes."

Get all your clothes off and them long blonde locks in a pony tail. Get your collar and leash on. That's an' your wedding rings are all I want you wearin'. Then unlock the front door. Be on your knees, the grip of the leash held up for me when we come through the door. What's the gate code?" She realized that he would be there in about fifteen or twenty minutes. So, she immediately began preparing herself for his arrival.

As Dex and two of his clients approached the front gates to the Jacobson residence, he chuckled to himself, thinking, "Damn, I'm gettin' good at this . One little doctor's wife fell in record time. I wonder if the dumb bitch has any sisters? Anyway, she'll get her first threesome today. Then I'll call about ten more of my clients and a couple of my women. .. This bitch will pull a twelve black man train this afternoon. Then, she'll wake up tomorrow knowing that she has really been black balled." He laughed to himself as he punched in the gate code and watched the gates swing open.

Dex drove his car through the gates still patting himself on the back. What he and the other two men in the car did not notice was the Mercedes sedan, SUV and the furniture van parked about one hundred yards from the Jacobson driveway. Also, neither Dex nor Michelle were aware that on the previous Saturday night, Sharon, Marc's sister was in the dining room at the hotel with her husband and another couple celebrating the two husband's birthday's. That Sharon had borrowed her brother's high end digital camera so she would be sure to get good pictures in the subdued lighting, without a flash. When she stood up to get all three people and the cake in the picture, she noticed Michelle and Dex on the dance floor. After taking several pictures, Sharon excused herself to go to the restrooms. Aware that she would need to the pass the dance floor on her way to the restrooms, she paused to get several shots of her sister dancing closely with a man not her husband. She also took the opportunity to follow Dex and Michelle out behind the kitchen. There she proceeded to take more than forty very reveling and identifying shots of Dex burying himself deep into Michelle's body. She also took about five minutes of video.

The next day, when Sharon came to return the camera, it did not bother her a bit that her sister decided to go for a swim. As soon as Michelle had left the room, Sharon showed her brother the pictures and video of Michelle and Dex. Marc looked them over, feeling like he had just had the breath knocked out of him. He choked out a "thank you" to Sharon and told her to keep it between them. That her would take it from there. When Michelle returned, Marc and Sharon were discussing the upside down condition of Sharon's home. They had paid almost six hundred thousand for it. Now, it was worth a little over three hunderd thousand and they owed four hundred thousand. Michelle, who did not at all like her sister-in-law, breezed right by them. Sharon thought, "I know you don't like me, slut. But, rest assured, the feeling is mutual."

Once Michelle was in the pool, Marc said, "I'll get my lawyer and C.P.A. on it, sis. You and Tom have made that house a comfortable home for your family. Let's see what we can do to keep you all in there." Referring to the pictures and video in the camera, "And sis, I'll handle this... I'll keep you informed of what I do about it. And Sharon? Remember, just between you and I, right now."

Sharon gave her brother a little smile, "Should I tell Megan? You know this is the opportunity she has been waiting for to happen."

Marc gave his sister a responding smile, "Yeah, you're right about that. I should have married her instead of Michelle. Anyway, I'll call her at the right time. Now, I have to talk to someone before I do anything."

"Tony Corttini?"

Marc smiled big, now. "Yeah sis, you know how it works."

"You two go back to your sand box days. Anytime either of you ever had a problem like this or got into any trouble, you'd go to the other first. Most of the time you were in it together. But, before you did anything or talked to anybody, even our parents, you'd talk it over with Tony. What's he doing now?"

"He's an engineer for one of the world's major mining companies, rare earth's, I think. But, I know that they still have their family ties. I'll ask him what they do when one of their women pulls something like this..."

Sharon gazed at her brother, "I can only imagine from the novels I've read and movies that I've watched. But, I know you well enough, Marc. It won't be a simple divorce."

"We have a prenup... But sis, you know I don't want the publicity, or the B.S. that would come with divorce."

After Sharon had gone, Marc checked to make sure Michelle was still in the pool. Then he went in to his study and called his old school buddy, best man at his wedding and another person Michelle could not stand to be around. She viewed Tony as just too "middle class." Marc had never told his wife that The Corttini's existed on the periphery of an international mafia family. Primarily into smuggling, they moved just about anything of value. To include guns, drugs and humans of all skin colors and ethic backgrounds. Within a hour after talking it over with Tony, Marc was contacted by one Floyd Wallace, known as Wally, a high ranking member of the family. Wally immediately placed taps on the home phone and Michelle's cell phone. He then sent in two of the family's top investigators. The trip to observe the surgery was a set up to catch Michelle and Dex in the act.

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Marc sat in his car with Megan, Michelle's twin sister, watching a lap top computer and waiting for Dex to show. They were on the home security company's website watching Michelle, wearing only a dog collar and leash, take her place at the unlocked front door, as instructed. In their planning sessions with Wally, they had all agreed that they would wait until all three black men were involved with their triple penetration of Michelle before they moved in.

It hurt Marc to watch as his wife was led like a bitch dog into the living room. After making her crawl across the room and beg, each black man planted his cock her in every orifice. When they finished, Dex shoved a butt plug in her ass and a dildo in her pussy. He turned to the others and said, "That'll keep her good and lubricated for our triple dip." Then turning back to Michelle, "Which we are gonna do in your marital bed, bitch. After this, there will be no doubt in your mind who owns your tight white ass." On her hands and knees, Michelle waddled down the hall, obediently leading the three black men into her bedroom.

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Wally Wallace, half English, half Italian and all mafia was in charge of the family's human trafficking operation. He was about to give Marc, Megan and Michelle a good example of one of the ways that this particular mafia family handle an unfaithful wife, including anyone found with her. Tony's father, although not a member of the mafia, maintained a close friendship with the Don, who was Tony's godfather. So, the problems of a old friend of Tony's was to be handled like a problem within the family. Nothing was to be spared to bring it to a desired conclusion, swiftly.

To the sounds of Michelle screaming, "Yes, do it to it. Fuck that pussy and ass. Ram it those big black rods in there." the entourage moved down the hall to the master bedroom. Wally assigned a specific target to each of the three men carrying bear load tranquilizer dart guns. Michelle was quiet, now that a big black cock had been rammed down her throat.

The three men were the first to enter the bedroom. They swiftly shot a dart into each of the black men. As the others filed into the room, the man pumping Michelle's ass with what appeared to be at least a ten inch cock, stumbled to his feet and faced the group. Seconds later his legs gave out and he slumped to the floor, unconscious. The man with his cock in Michelle's month tried to stand up on the bed. Only to fall back against the head board, unconscious. Michelle jumped off Dex and onto the floor, moving to the far wall. Dex could only raise up on his elbows. Then, fall back, unconscious. Michelle, a person that had spent most of her life in control of everything and everybody around her, did not know what to do or say. All she knew for sure was that she had been caught fucking three black men in their master bedroom. That she stood nude on one said of the room, with her husband, twin sister and five men that she didn't recognize on the other side by the only exit door. The whole group's attention now fixed on her.

Wally turned to a tall, slender black man, "Tyrone, bring her over here." Then turning to the other men, "Bring the crates into the living room. Then in here one at a time."

Tyrone brought Michelle to the group and drew out a roll of duct tape.. She had turned on the tears, but they had little or no effect on anyone conscious. As Tyrone began to tape her right hand, Marc drew up her left hand. Megan produced a little spray bottle of liquid soap, spraying Michelle's ring finger. Marc slipped the rings off Michelle's finger and release her left hand. Tyrone wasted no time in taping it to her right hand. Megan sprayed her own ring finger and Marc slipped the wedding rings on to the proper place.

Megan squealed in delight and folded herself up against Marc, who wrapped his arm around her. She giggled, then said, "I knew that all I had to do was wait and your ego would screw it up for you." Then as Zeke stepped forward to check out Michelle for a breeder cow, Megan continued, "I just knew that all things come to those who wait. So coordinated, it just all came together so nicely. Last week the P.I. that Marc hired for me brought pictures and videos of my loving husband getting it on with a little twit from his office. It turns out that they have been doing it for almost a year. So, when Marc sent me those pictures and short video that Sharon took last Saturday night, well, I just thought, what a super opportunity." At this point Michelle realized that her husband knew what she was doing with Dex since the first time. She gasped then shed real tears, which again had little or no effect on those around her.

Zeke, who had run his black fingers over Michelle's whole upper body and was now fondling her breasts, said, "Knowin' that her sister has already bore twins makes this one a great potential breeder. Blonde hair, blue eyes, strong body. Yeah, I'll bet I kin git three or four litters outta her. Four ta six in a litter. Maybe even a couple o' custom jobs. Yeah Wally, you make sure she didn't pickup any STD's from the niggers she's been fuckin' an' I'll give you twenty five, no thirty percent more than you could get at any auction." Then he erupted into a robust laughter.

As Michelle watched the two men bring in the first crate, then begin to tape the legs, angles and wrists of the black men, the realization of what was happening came home to roost. She managed a whimper, Marc honey, no, please, I'm your wife. Please Markie, pleeease..."

Megan gave her sister the most wicked smirk Michelle had ever seen from Megan.. The one Michelle thought to be accepting, submissive, gullible. Her smirk gone, Megan's expression turned stone cold, "I don't know who you are, slut. " Holding up her left hand, Megan continued, "You see? I am now Doctor Marcus Jacobson's loving wife, Michelle. Herbie, Megan's husband is off to New York for some company affair. He took his mistress with him. When he returns tomorrow morning, he will find a divorce packet waiting for him on the kitchen table and no wife or twins. His now ex-wife, or more specifically, a look-a-like, boarded a plane yesterday and flew out west, somewhere, using Megan's I.D. Then she'll fly back a brunette using her own I.D." She turned to Wally, "I thought that blonde wig and blue contacts really made her look like me. Fooled airport security." Then turning back to her sister, she said, "And, I'm sure you are wondering what happened to the twins? Well, in the divorce packet Herbie will find a DNA report and a custody statement. You see, Megan gave custody of the twins to their biological father and his wife Michelle, that's me!!" Another wicked smirk from the new Michelle. She continued, "The thing is, Marc and I have been having sex since the first day I met him. He took my virginity. When the two of us went to that AMA convention, we shared one room as husband and wife. He then soo scientifically knocked me up with the twins." She grasped her rings and said, "It's all working out. The twins will be raised by their biological parents and my dear former sister, during our anniversary cruise through Europe we intend to make me very pregnant, again." She giggled some more as a piece of tape was placed over her sister's mouth. Then one of the men took a light load dart and stuck it in the nude sister's shoulder. He then cupped her breasts to prevent the unconscious woman from falling to the floor.

As they continued to put the three black men into the crates and haul them out to the van, Wally and Zeke discussed prices. All three would make good breeding bulls, but Wally felt that Dex could be a good worker in procurement, once he had some slave training. Wally turned to Marc and said, "As we discussed last night, you get half the net from all this. To include what Zeke here pays and the value of Dexter's operation."

Mark pulled out a business card from his shirt pocket. It had his sister and brother's names and address on the back, including his brother-in-law's cell phone.. Handing it to Wally, Marc said, "Wally, you have accomplished exactly what I wanted done here today. But, I don't want any of the proceeds from my former wife. So, pay off these people's mortgage in a way that doesn't raise any eye brows or create any tax consequences and we'll call it even, OK?"

Wally took the card and placed it in his wallet. Smiled and said, "That's a deal, doctor. OK, we can do that. This is your sister and her husband, isn't it? You know that the Don thinks a lot of you. Now, I know why. He told me that when money was needed during med school and your internship, he was ready with an open check book. Same with Tony. He is very proud of both of you and quite satisfied with his investment. He told me that everybody in your family is to be treated like they are part of our family. So, both of you keep that in mind. Anybody gives you guys any shit, just call us, we'll take care of it."

About that time two of Wally's men came in the bedroom carrying two unconscious women. Placing them on the bed, one of the men pull out an envelop from his cargo pocket and handed it to Wally and said, "Like usual, boss, we dropped the kid off with Rose.." 

Wally took the envelop and counted out five stacks of one thousand dollar each on the bed next to one of the women. He then counted out two stacks of ten thousand dollars each and said, "Rose pays top dollar for the kids of a sports figure, especially when there mother is white. Most of the time the kid is illegitimate, anyway. Rose is one of your clients, isn't she, Zeke?"

"You got that right, Wally. She has some big time contacts in the adoption racket. Pays top dollar and gets top dollar."

Wally picked up the stacks of one thousand dollars and handed one to each of his men as a bonus. Then he picked up one of the remaining stacks of bills and handed it to Marc. Shoving the other stack into his pocket, he said, "Spending money for your trip to Europe. At the current exchange rate, you'll need it."

Absent mindedly, Marc took the money a shoved it into his pocket. While Wally and Marc were dealing with the cash, Zeke was checking out the new arrivals. He looked toward Wally and said, "Tellya what my man, I'll take all three women if they don't have any permanent S.T.D.'s. I'll take the ball players, too. They make good breeding bulls if they haven't fucked themselves up with steroids, or caught somethin' permanent. We'll talk later about that nigger that arranged this whole thing." 

The New Michelle giggled and said, "Breeding cows and bulls. Is that all they are now? Is that what you call them?"

Zeke bellowed his hearty laugh, then said, "That's right missy. On the surface, we are a cattle and dairy heifer ranch. So, all of our correspondence and conversations haveta support our image We also breed and train huntin' dogs. That's why I kin use words like litter."

With the three black men loaded into the truck, one of Wally's men asked him if he wanted a crate for each of the women. He replied, "Nah, one should do. It's not that far." He turned to Marc and Michelle. Shaking Marc's hand he said, "It was nice doin' business with you Doctor Jacobson." The he addressed Michelle, "It was certainly nice to meet you, Michelle Jacobson."

Michelle beamed, "Yes, thank you and it was nice to meet you too, Mister Wallace. You and your men are certainly good at what you do..."

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When Marc returned from bringing the front gates closed, Michelle had roast beef sandwiches and red wine on the table. Marc sat down at the table and said, "When the cook is here you will have to break her in slowly to the fact that you know your way around the kitchen. Your sister barely how to make coffee and didn't want to know how to do much of anything else. And, by the way, around the house I called her Mickie. She didn't like it much. But, she liked the life style to much to gripe about something like that."

Michelle laughed and said, "I don't mind it if you call me Mickie, in fact, I kinda like it. Annd, I like calling you by your full name, Marcus." He gave her a little smile, preferring to be called by his full name. She continued, "As far as cooking for the family, I would prefer to do it all. However, that's totally up to you. Maybe I'll tell her that I'm taking a cooking course and that I will cook for special occasions, or something like that."

Marc chuckled and said, "Yeah, that might work. Like I said, we have a cook because your sister couldn't and wouldn't have any part of it. We have a weekly maid service, too."

Michelle looked at her husband, and before she took another bite of her sandwich, said, "Now that's something we can do without. I can handle cleaning this place. I might get some help a couple of times a year for a deep cleaning, but the daily thing, I can handle that."

He finished his sandwich, took a generous sip of wine, stood up and said, "That's OK by me. I've got to get back to the office. There's a couple of patients we need to check in on this afternoon. I should be back around five or six. I have a few items I'd like you to accomplish today. One, The upper shelf of the entry closet has all our family photo albums and related info. Then the top album in the box, inside the front cover should have a list of computer files, mypictures and the like, where we keep quite a bit on the computer. Go through them all, you are Michelle, now. Look at it all through her eyes. Then make a list of questions for me and we'll discuss it when I get home. My mom's going to know immediately, so we'll haveta let her in on the whole thing. She doesn't have to know that we sold your sister into slavery, but anyway, you might have some questions she can answer for you. Second thing is, I want you to call the travel agency and make sure everything is in order. Especially the two nights in Budapest at the end of the trip. The only way Ed will give me the time off for this trip is if I visit one of his med-school professors. The guy is Hungarian, and retired to a suburb of the city. Apparently, he is still involved in medicine at their central hospital. Make sure the hotel is five star and can provide us with a reputable translator and guide." Marc dug the cash Wally had given him out of his pocket and counted out five thousand dollars. "Go to the airport and get Euros with this. I'll keep the remainder in my suitcase." Shoving the cash back into his pocket, he continued, "Call my sister and arrange dinner tomorrow or Friday. Those two are the only people that should hear the whole story. Lastly, my dear wife..." Michelle's eyes lit up. He continued, "I want you to call anywhere you want for dinner reservations like seven thirty, eight o'clock for you and I. Then, and then Mickie, I am going to bring you home into our bed.., and fuck your lights out." He ended with a big smile.




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Michelle beamed, "Yes sir, your wishes are my commands. Consider them done. And, yes my husband I will certainly look forward to that event in our bed."

"And, yes my dear wife, somewhere down one of those European rivers, I will knock you up higher than a kite. Also, rest assured, we will have as much fun doing it as we did at that AMA convention." He paused, then said, "Ah, Michelle? I think that I was a bit greedy here. It would seem that I really wanted to have you both. However, it appears that I have always had you and never really had you sister."

"Yes, my darling Marcus. I think you are right about that. You had me the first time our eyes met. Poor herbie, I think he always knew that I loved you and that he was my second choice. I doubt that he will be surprised to find that the twins are yours, not his."

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The evening before Marc and Michelle were to board a plane to Amsterdam, Holland, they met Marc's sister, Sharon and her husband, Rob for dinner. After Rob had described their meeting with the lawyers and accountant over paying off their house, Sharon asked her brother, "So Marc, how did you feel seeing the former Michelle led off into slavery?"

"To tell you the truth, I feel like I just broke out of some kind of spell. But, other than that, as far as feelings for her and where she was going, not a damn thing, sis. What love I had for her evaporated when I watched her follow that guy Dexter's orders to a "T". We watched on a web cam as she came to the front door wearing only a dog collar and a leash. Unlocked the front door and turned off the alarm. As instructed by him, she had taken off all her jewelry, except her wedding rings. I guess their presence added to his feeling of conquest. They are the rings that are now on my authentic wife's finger." Michelle held up her left hand and the diamonds sparkled in the light from the candle on the table. Marc finished with, "No divorce, no lawyers, no scandal. She doesn't even need a new passport. Besides all that, from an anatomy stand point, mine most likely wouldn't fit in hers any longer, anyway."

They all chuckled in agreement with Marc's last statement. Michelle quipped, "As far as I'm concerned, it fits very well. And, the twin boys prove that it works the way it should." As the other three laughed, she ended with, "Well, I'm quite satisfied and very happy..." 

When they had stopped laughing, Sharon ask Michelle, "How are you going to handle that group of doctor's wives that brought your sister into the environment that got her into so much trouble?"

Michelle smiled and replied, "Well, I won't be seeing them until we get back from Europe. By then, I should be pregnant and we will have the twins at home. So, I will just tell them that I can't drink alcohol, or stay out late at night. That I can work at their charities, but I can't go to dinner or clubbing with them. I might add that my husband found out that I was dancing very close with another man. That the only time I can go out dancing now is with my husband."

Marc said "Yeah, I think the cruise is a good way for Michelle and I to bond, completely. It will allow us to put the recent past into the rear view mirror. There is nothing we can do to change it, so we'll just leave it in there. I'm sure there is a lot more that could be said. But, Megan's gone and Michelle and I have a bright future ahead of us. I feel that everything has worked out quite well. We are all going to be living the way we are supposed to live... Happily ever after."

Rob lifted his drink in "toast" fashion, "For the four of us at this table here tonight, that's the way it appears to be unfolding..."



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She loved these nights, out dancing with her girlfriend, getting to let loose, let it all out the stress of the week, and really feel free and naughty, even. Her husband, her good husband, caring, protective hardworking but a bit of a dweeb too, let's face it, was home with the kids probably asleep already. Tonight was better than usual, she wasn't driving, she could really enjoy her drink, and she had, several cosmos later, her face a bit flushed, her inhibitions down. 

Dancing, dancing, dancing to these songs about fucking and screwing and cheating and men taking women- she danced and danced, and loved that she was getting so much attention. Her tight jeans and tight top, her ass twisting and turning, her long cascading blonde curly locks like a spotlight on a sexy woman, a woman the guys couldn't stop looking at, especially, let's face it, especially the black men, for whom her curvy ass and blonde locks were like a tractor beam. 

The dancing was getting hotter, and the sharks were circling. Two men particularly were watching, and dancing, with her- Rick, taller, broader shouldered, medium dark skinned; and Tom, shorter but thicker somehow in the chest, barrel like. They took turns dancing with her, and she thought to herself, "what a time we live in, when dancing the nasty, dancing close to strangers and grinding pelvises, was OK, was accepted practice." 

At times they both danced with her, one in front, one in back. Rick was grinding her front, his cock visibly stiffened in his jeans, pressed against her belly, too high for her crotch, but she felt it and enjoyed it; Tom though, Tom was grinding her ass and right against her asshole, right against all that sensitivity, and he felt enormous, she knew he was much bigger, they both were, than her husband. 

She could almost read Tom's mind as he pressed against her back hole. She knew he was thinking "I bet this girl has never been fucked in the ass, I bet her husband has never had the nerve, I bet she has no idea what it would be like for her to penetrated anally." 

She laughed a bit to herself how wrong he was. She was a girl who knew the joys of anal fucking and her husband did do it well, thank you very much. But this made her only needier, more wanton, and more inclined to grind back at him, and make him need more than ever the release of penetrating, pumping and ejaculating in her. 

Her pussy became damper and damper, and she wondered how'd she get through the night- the music, thumping, beating, rapping to lyrics about doing the nasty and putting it to white girls and going down- and she knew her husband would be sleeping, wouldn't wake for her. 

Another drink more dancing, more grinding, her nipples now erect with desire, and a walk to the back for a pee, back to where it was dark and there were several supply rooms. Coming out of the bathroom, Rick greets her as if he were waiting for her- was this a coincidence? - and takes her hands and leads, pulls, draws her into one of the rooms. 

"No I shouldn't," she thought, "but how can I not? Maybe some just some messing around, I mean, how bad would it be to mess around a bit after the dancing we had done, simulated sex it was really," but a part of her knew it wasn't going to be just messing around. 

Rick's hands now went to her waist, around her, down to her ass, grabbing, pulling her to him, and kissing her, kissing her so hard with a tongue that seemed to be fucking her mouth, a long, thick, hard tongue, promising more of the same. Even as she kissed she was shaking her head, saying softly "I shouldn't you know, I am married, my husband would..., I shouldn't be doing this." 

His answer to that was more kissing, and then a look, a tilt of the head, and a promise unspoken but that surely she understand, that she knew, surely she realized he could do things for her and to her her husband could never do. 

His hands on her ass now lifted to her waist, and she felt the downward pressure now from his hands on her waist, pressing her body down, and she knew what that meant, what he wanted, and though a part of her resented his physical manipulation and domineering, a bigger part of her wanted, needed, had to see his dark hard meat, see it up close, see what she never got to see with her husband, a long, thick dark cock. 

So she went down with his pressure and her desire, dropping to her knees, pressing her beautiful oh so white face long blonde hair and blue eyes against the throbbing bulge in his jeans, before using unbuttoning his jeans to let it free, letting it press against her face, and knowing what he wanted, what she wanted, swirling her tongue on its lemon sized head, licking up and down its shaft as long as a ruler, taking each of his balls into her mouth. 

With his dark large hands on her head of blonde curly hair he was now guiding her back to his cock-head and her mouth over it, as she inhaled it, taking it to the back of her throat, him gripping her head firmly in his hands, she concentrating, relaxing, letting it come in deeper and deeper and then letting him fuck her mouth, plunging in and out in and out, as she held on and sucked with all her might, her eyes watering, until she heard his raspy groan and his knees buckle and then the spurts, one two three four, each larger than the previous. 

With her husband that would be the end, but Rick was younger, more powerful, and that black dick in her mouth barely softened at all as she drew herself back and off it and then felt his hands under her shoulders, the pressure in the other direction, lifting her up but then, more domineering, more physical controlling, turning her at the same time, turning her around to bend her over the table, and she went with it, not pissed anymore, allowed herself to be turned and bent because she was a woman with a wet pussy and he was a man with a hard cock and this is what life was, being a woman taken by a man who had to have it, but she thought, and she started to say again, "but my husband, I don't know, I love my husband."

He spoke it out loud it this time, "honey, you know I am going to touch you in places you have never been touched, and make you feel things you have never felt." 

She knew it was true and she didn't resist any longer, she turned and bent and with trembling hands unbuttoned her own jeans and pushed down the front of them even as he pulled down the back of them over her curvy snow white ass with his dark hands, down to her slightly bent knees where they came to a rest. Then he pushed his foot against hers to spread her legs as far wide as those soaking wet panties would let them, stepping in between her thighs and using one hand to press her small of the back down a bit further, needing a better angle, and then she felt two strong hands pull apart her ass cheeks and the tip of his oh so hot cock come up and under and into her swampy wetness, up and down the length of her slit, pressing hard now against her clit, and then away from it, oh so sad to lose its pressure from her clit but now the pressure was on her lips, her inner lips now, stretching them. 

She was wet enough to ease the way, but she hadn't ever been split this wide, not even those times with the big toy, but she had to have him and her lips spread wide as he pushed first just the head in, "umph, oh, such size," and then after only a bare pause a huge thrust and he was up and in her, deep. 

"Oh god," she said, as it kept entering and entering inch after inch after inch, deeper than she'd ever felt, until his pelvis slammed her ass and she felt as if that lemon sized dick-head were now in her abdomen, in her belly, as she lay against the cool table top and she screamed oh my god oh my god and then she knew she had to grab on, she grabbed onto the table edge out in front of her and held on for dear life as he pumped and slammed and grunted. 

His cock head was not just in her belly now but thrusting against the front of her cunt's tunnel wall, that most sensitive place, and touched her in places she had never been touched, and she did, she felt things she had never felt, and she screamed again louder and didn't care who heard it "oh god oh god oh god fuck me fuck with that black cock." 

The fucking went on and on (he having already come once), and she felt like she was being fucked all night and she knew probably people in the club or going to the rest room might hear her and she knew her girlfriend might hear and she didn't care she was being fucked in her pussy with a giant black cock that was not her husband's and she didn't care who knew it and she knew that she was a woman and he was a man and this was what she had been born to do and then it happened she began coming and coming and shuddering so hard, so hard that the pressure on his cock was too great and he was coming too, shooting his seed and sperm deep, so deep, into her womb. 

Her orgasm was amazing, stunning, overwhelming, but she was a three orgasm a night girl, and she knew from the way Rick's cock was quickly deflating, receding, departing her that there was no more coming from him. She still was recuperating herself, still leaning forward, still grabbing the table, still feeling the afterglow of that fuck, while slowly beginning to recognize the wanton appearance of the position she was in and the picture it presented, her bent over ass and juicy pussy and his cum mixed with her juices running down her inner thighs. 

She started to think she ought to get up, she ought to really, what if someone walked in, what if people walking had stopped to watch and this is what they were seeing, when there it was, another hardness being pressed from behind, and she arched her back to look over her shoulder and then she smiled, it was Tom from the dance floor, and she knew Tom needed this too and that she needed Tom. 

Tom's dick wasn't as long, but like his body it was thicker, and heck it was still longer than her husband's, and so much thicker. 

That big dick, big as it was, slipped right into her cunt with nearly no resistance at all, Rick having stretched her out so thoroughly, and while it felt good- god it did feel good- she started to think she needed something more, she needed to again feel invaded, she needed to be even nastier than she had already been if that were possible, and clearly Tom was thinking the same, retracting his cock, now entirely lubricated with her juices and Rick's come, and she heard him whisper as much to himself as her—"that is a sweet pussy, but I don't like fucking in someone else's cum, and besides, I bet I can give you something you never had before, something you didn't know you were missing, something you will learn to love like you never thought you could."

She thought to herself perhaps she should correct his misunderstanding, but she knew what a thrill he was probably having in his belief that he was taking her anal virginity, that he was deflowering her tight white ass with that thick black cock, and then even if she had wanted to say something all other thoughts went out of her head as her complete and utter concentration became focused on her tight anal opening now being invaded by Tom's thick cock. 

"Unnngh, ungghhhh, aghhh, ughhhhh, ohgod," she gasped and groaned, squeezing the table edge and scrunching her face as she forced herself to relax her ass and control what couldn't easily be controlled, the opening of her own ass for a black man's huge steel hard hot cock. But she could, she had to, she had to have it, she had to be this man's woman, she had to have her butt plugged with this man who only minutes ago had been grinding so hard against this same opening. 

Lubed up so well with pussy juice and come, his cock came into her, the head penetrating past her ring, and then the shaft, deeper, one inch, then a second, then she felt herself opening wider as it came another two inches, faster now, and another two, another two, and then it was in all the way, and she screamed "oh my god you are so deep in my ass, oh my god it is so big, it is so hard it is so hot, oh my god it is so good. " Again, she knew maybe she could be heard outside that room but that didn't matter nothing mattered other than the feeling of this black man's huge cock buried in her ass. 

Then he began pumping, first slowly and then harder, and now the only sounds she could grunt out was the single simple syllable "yes, yes, yes, YES," louder and louder, again able to be heard throughout the club perhaps. 

He leaned over and grunted to her "I knew you'd love this, I knew when I was grinding your ass on the dance floor you'd love my cock inside your butthole, you'd love me to do what your husband hasn't ever done."

She responded "yes, yes, yes, yes, damn it yes," and she couldn't believe how hard and how fast he could pump her ass, it was like a pussy to him, all the while his strong hands grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling them apart with each deep thrust so that he could enter as far as absolutely possible. 

In this position her clit was grinding itself on the table top, and she started to feel herself come with a spasm and a shudder and then it felt like she would never stop, spasming and shuddering into god knows how many orgasms, and still Tom kept pumping her ass, still he keep invading deeply her anal passage, still he kept touching her in places her husband had never been able to touch her, and still she cried out still louder "yes, yes, fuck my ass" loud enough for the whole world to hear. 

Then she knew he was ready, he had needed this since the grinding, and she told him what she wanted and what she knew he wanted to hear, "come in my ass, please, please, please come in my ass, please shoot your black cock's come in my tight ass," and she squeezed her anal passage with a control she didn't know she had and he groaned and then there it was he was shooting his semen and spunk deep into her darkest hole, shooting and groaning and collapsing on top of her butt and back. 

Yes, it was a very nice night dancing at her favorite club. As she headed out the exit with her girlfriend a little sore between her legs but with a huge and satisfied smile on her face, she wondered "what would happen next time?"



White Wife Cuckolds Black Husband



Jennifer Colley and James Colley have been married for over thirty years, and like most couples, they've had their ups and downs. When they met as students at the University of Florida in the 1980s, Jennifer was a five-foot-ten, red-haired and green-eyed, alabaster-skinned and delightfully trim newcomer to the Sunshine State by way of metropolitan Amarillo, Texas. The ambitious young woman came to the University of Florida to study business administration, and along the way she met James Colley, a six-foot-one, burly and dark-skinned, muscular and ruggedly handsome African-American student from the City of Macon, Georgia. 

The two fell in love, stuck it out throughout their halcyon days at the University of Florida, got married and had two sons, Stefano and Mario. They moved into a suburb of Fort Lauderdale, and raised their family. James Colley, the proud holder of a Master's degree in Accounting from the University of Florida, spent many years working for the international accounting firm Windsor & Drake, eventually rising to the rank of regional manager. James was proud to provide for his wife Jennifer and their sons, whom he loved very much. Life wasn't easy for the Colley clan as an interracial family in the Deep South, but they managed just fine.

Jennifer Colley worked for various companies after graduating from the University of Florida with a Master's degree in business administration. In the cutthroat business world of the Sunshine State, the white wife and mother from Texas learned to navigate through treacherous waters. The same white businessmen who were eager to hire Jennifer because of her good looks and impressive educational credentials and work experience would turn red when they saw her with her black husband James and their mixed-race sons at the local mall for example. 

In the United States of America, much fuss is made about the daily racism that black men and black women experience. While the system covertly and at times openly discriminated against black Americans, life wasn't exactly easy for white women who were the wives of black men and the mothers of mixed-race families. White males, notorious for their bigotry and insecurity, often covertly mistreated white women who crossed the racial line. Jennifer Colley experienced this time and again in Florida, but never let it stop her. 

The matriarch of the Colley clan was Texas born and bred, and the rednecks of Florida couldn't hold a candle to her. Jennifer Colley would do anything for her family, and wouldn't hesitate to use lethal force against anyone who threatened them, whether the aggressor was black as midnight or white as snow. Jennifer's husband James Colley loved her for her beauty, her inner strength and her fearlessness. For thirty wonderful years they were the most passionate of lovers. Until James illness changed things between them forever. Jennifer focused on her family, while ignoring her own womanly needs.

Stefano Colley, the couple's eldest son, grew up to be six-foot-two, strapping and handsome. The caramel-hued, green-eyed young biracial man was brilliant and won numerous scholarships after high school. While James and Jennifer Colley encouraged Stefano to attend their alma mater, the University of Florida, Stefano chose to attend the prestigious Morehouse College in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, his father James neck of the woods. As for the couple's younger son, Mario, he moved to the City of San Francisco, California, to be with his boyfriend Brad Patterson and study fashion design at the San Francisco Fashion Institute. 

Jennifer Colley and her husband James Colley were sad to see their sons go, but like all parents they knew that this day would come. This left the couple with empty nest syndrome. Jennifer loves her husband James dearly, but after suffering a serious heart attack, James Colley became a shell of his former self. Their love life began to suffer, and then vanished altogether. Jennifer loved her husband James deeply, and ignored her own needs to be a faithful wife to him. The lonely, recently retired and deeply forlorn wife and mother spent a small fortune in sex toys and adult videos to keep herself entertained while her husband was at work.

One day, while online, Jennifer Colley came across a website called Screw My Spouse, and the porn videos she found inside amazed her. In the videos, an old white guy named David talked to kinky couples of all hues, and invited them to explore their wildest fantasies on camera without inhibition. In most of these videos, freaky white chicks got it on with well-endowed white guys while their white husbands watched. The usual cuckold theme found on a thousand porn sites. Jennifer found these videos utterly boring, even though she did find the well-endowed black male porn stars quite appealing.

As Jennifer Colley browsed through the site's video list, she came across a particularly interesting video. In this video, there was an interracial couple exploring the cuckold and swinger scene. The husband was a tall, handsome young black man clad in urban gear and the wife was a tall, slender, blonde-haired and blue-eyed young white woman. The couple talked to the host David about their fantasies, and the blonde wife confessed that although she loved her well-endowed, sexy and masculine black husband, she kind of missed freaking other guys. This video definitely caught Jennifer Colley's interest.

Jennifer sat there and began masturbating, caressing her large, still firm breasts and fingering her wet pussy as she watched the action unfold onscreen. David the host introduced the interracial couple to a tall, dark-haired, handsome white guy in his mid-thirties, and it was decided that he would play the Bull. As in the guy who fucks the wife in front of the husband. Typically, in cuckold scenarios, a well-endowed black guy fucks the white wife in front of the white husband but this porn site definitely flipped the script. Jennifer found this both disturbing and exciting at the same time.

Onscreen, the dark-haired white guy put the slender blonde chick on all fours, spanked her butt, pulled her hair and fucked her while her black husband watched. Jennifer Colley had never seen anything quite like this before and her pussy got supremely wet from what she was beholding. The scene ended with the dark-haired white guy pulling his dick out of the blonde-haired white chick's asshole, while she blew a kiss at her black husband, who was all smiles. Jennifer moaned as she came violently, for the first time in ages. The scene she'd just watched was that hot!

That night, as Jennifer Colley lay in bed next to her snoring hubby James, she let her lust-filled mind drift into fantasyland. In her fantasy, the dark-haired white guy from the porn video appeared, and he was all smiles. Replacing the young interracial couple from the porn video was a horny Jennifer and her husband James Colley. Jennifer closed her eyes and fingered her pussy as a most deliciously wicked scenario played in her kinky mind.

In Jennifer's fantasy, the dark-haired white guy, whom she named Devon O'Connor, a strong Irish name, played the role of the Bull while she cuckolded her big black husband James. Jennifer snapped a chastity device on James's black dick, smiling wickedly at him as she ensnared him. Winking at Devon, Jennifer feasted her eyes on Devon lithe, handsome body. The young Irishman waved his long and thick white cock at her, and Jennifer looked at it hungrily. Kneeling before Devon, Jennifer began sucking his big white cock while her shocked husband James Colley looked on.

Jennifer Colley sucked Devon's dick with gusto, and the young Irishman grunted and stroked her hair as she went down on him. Jennifer massaged Devon's balls as she sucked his dick, and watched her husband James's face while doing so. The burly older black man sat on a nearby chair, his dick ensnared by the chastity device, yet he looked both turned on and disturbed by the scene unfolding in front of him. Jennifer saw James's discomfort and drank it in, feeling quite turned on by it. The devoted wife and mother hadn't had any dick other than her husband's in decades, and was looking to make up for lost time.

After Jennifer got Devon's dick nice and hard, the young Irishman put the wanton, freaky older white mama on all fours, spanked her big ass and flipped her cuckolded black husband the bird. James looked distinctly uncomfortable, and Jennifer laughed, then pressed her big white ass against Devon's groin. The young Irishman thrust his big white cock into Jennifer's cunt, and began fucking her. Devon was determined to show Jennifer what she'd been missing, and he definitely did not disappoint. The young Irishman fucked Jennifer with gusto, slamming his dick into her cunt while pulling her hair and slapping her big butt. Jennifer squealed in delight, loving every minute of it.

Afterwards, Devon came all over Jennifer's cunt, and the plump mature white housewife smiled happily. A wicked idea sprang into Jennifer's twisted mind, and she gestured for James, her cuckolded black husband, to come closer. Jennifer ordered a very uncomfortable-looking James to eat her pussy. James hesitated, and for this, Jennifer slapped him hard across the face. Chastised, James obeyed, and licked Jennifer's pussy, tasting Devon's cum on his wife's cunt. Devon smiled and then hit the showers, leaving the couple to their own devices.

A sharp cry escaped Jennifer Colley's lips as she came violently, her body shuddering and her pussy tingling as an orgasm shot through her core. She'd been masturbating furiously, envisioning Devon O'Connor, the fantasyland stud fucking the hell out of her creamy white pussy while her cuckolded black husband James Colley watched. For a few moments, Jennifer looked about, a bit disoriented after her wicked orgasm. Slowly, she calmed down, realizing that she was in bed next to her snoring husband James Colley. It was all a dream. With a happy smile, Jennifer Colley went back to sleep.



White Wife for BBC



"That's it, baby, roll that fat ass. Work my black cock. Make me cum in your pussy," Ray told the white married woman moaning beneath him, her hands on his dark ass, urging him to fuck her deeper and harder. He tried recalling the middle-age slut's name. Yeah, she was that easy. The first time he'd ever really talked to her was less than an hour ago.

Ray had seen her before though. She shopped at the grocery store where he worked. Most of the time she came in by herself, but occasionally her pot-belly husband accompanied her. Today, she'd been alone.

While she stood scanning the shelves, Ray studied her. Despite being older, he thought the short blonde-haired housewife was cute with a hot curvy body. He liked a woman with big tits and a well-rounded bottom and this middle-age bitch had both. He guessed her melon-size tits to be 38DD's beneath the thin summer tee-shirt stretched tight across them. She had wide hips and a big butt, which looked even bigger in her tiny shorts. The styling was way too young for her age. They were cut too short leaving the bottom curve of her ass cheeks clearly visible. Since Ray couldn't see a hint of panties, he figured the married white slut either had on a thong or nothing at all. Whatever the case, she was made for fucking.

"She's really flaunting what she's got," an old man muttered. He was intently staring at the scantily-clad woman as Ray kneeled next to him, stocking canned goods on a lower shelf. He smiled down at the young black. "If I was still your age, I'd see if she was any good."

Ray grinned back. "I can't think about our customers that way."

"Sure, you can. And do," the old man laughed. "I was always horny when I was young. I thought about pussy all the time. You're probably no different."

Ray didn't say anything, but the old man had it right. Ray was twenty-six, hung like a horse, and primed to fuck; especially white women. He didn't know why, since he'd screw a woman regardless of race, but white bitches turned him on the most. If they were married, it only got better. It added excitement to the risk of duping her husband by taking what was supposed to be his private property and making it his own. Some would label his behavior as a character flaw, but not in Ray's mind.

Ray didn't tell the old man, but there is truth in the adage, "Once you go black you never go back." At least, it was true in his case. He had more than one white bitch willing to peel off her panties and spread her legs at the snap of his fingers. Once he slapped the meat to them, these whores were begging for more. They always pleaded with him to cum inside their pussies.

He always went bareback and loved using a white woman as his cum dump. It was a turn-on for him, feeling his big black cock being soaked by their hot pussy juice. When he came, Ray spurted jet after jet of sperm, pumping a huge load into the bitch from his big cum-swollen balls. He knew it wasn't a cup full of black baby juice, but he figured it was close. Her pussy would become a swampy mess, oozing like a cream-pie. Plus, there was always his desire to breed the bitch and impregnating her. He liked the idea.

Ray already had a young married whore knocked-up. She was a fine blonde with pert tits and a firm sexy body. Well, she was that way before her belly puffed out in a tell-tale sign of pregnancy. When the blonde wife finally broke down and nervously admitted to her husband that she'd been cheating and was pregnant with a black lover's baby, his reaction was unexpected.

Unbelievably, he was happy about it. After years of marriage, her baby dick hubby confessed his secret fantasy of being a cuckold for a big black cock. He now enjoyed watching Ray use her, degrade her and humiliate the both of them. After he finished fucking the man's slut, the husband would do clean-up, licking Ray's sticky cum from his wife's used pussy. The cuckold husband was also excited about becoming a father. Ray didn't understand his enthusiasm. To raise the offspring of the black man who was banging your wife is unusual, if not abnormal. At least, Ray thought, the wimp wasn't hassling him.

"Well, you take care," Ray told the old man, rising to his feet from his shelving chore to toss the empty packing box in a nearby shopping cart. Before he had a chance to push the cart back to the store's work area and clock out to end his shift, a checker called out over the intercom for carry-out help.

"Ray, you handle it," the assistant manager, Larry, said while walking to him and grasping the cart handle. "I'll put this up and punch your time card. After loading the bags for the blonde woman at Register Seven, you can take-off."

"Works for me," he said to Larry's back, who was already moving away, pushing the cart in front of him.

"You get a chance, give the lady a pat on her big butt for me," the old man joked with a lustful grin. 

"Sure," Ray smiled. He would if he could. It was the only part of his job he liked, the opportunity of meeting a married white wife one-on-one and possibly getting into her pants. Otherwise, Ray hated the job. He worked strictly to satisfy his probation officer since employment was a condition of his parole. The way Ray saw it, he didn't need his probation revoked and go back to prison. The job was also a front for his real cash flow which was from selling drugs. He also had other illicit activities. Although his activities were all small time, they helped him get by for money while providing lots of opportunity for pussy. 

As he put the blonde wife's grocery bags in the trunk, she stood nearby. Ray was blatantly ogling the older bitch's curvy body. The skimpy clothes she wore made her body very exposed to his lewd appraisal. "Those clothes look good on you," he told her.

Although she wasn't being as obvious as Ray, he caught her eyeing him as well. He had the imposing size of a muscular athlete. His hard body was the result of lots of work-outs during his time in the joint. 

"You look good, too," she said.

Ray was wearing a short sleeve shirt and he knew the married bitch couldn't miss seeing the prison tats on his forearms and well developed biceps. The majority of those tattoos were hand inked and cut in. With his long hair and some beard stubble, he looked the "thug." Of course, that's what he was in reality and he had no problem admitting that simple truth. 

"You have any tats?" he asked.

"No."

"To me, a Queen of Spades tattooed on that sexy white butt of yours would look really fine." It was a critical moment, the bitch could cause problems if Ray guessed wrong, but he hadn't, yet.

"You think?" she smiled.

"Sure. You could wear a thong bikini down at the pool, showing off that hot ass and the tattoo for all the brothers."

"Oh?" The bitch was playing coy, so Ray followed his hunch and took a risk. 

"Yeah, signaling them your married white pussy was available for big black cock."

He caught her staring at the large cock bulge in his pants. "I hope you're enjoying what you see as much as I enjoy thinking about fucking you," he said, staring into her eyes when she looked up.

She didn't say anything.

"If you really want to see what's behind this zipper, give me a ride home."

There was still no answer from her, just a stony silence. 

"Okay," she said softly.

Ray grinned. At that instant, the muscular black had her. This slut was his for the taking.

Just minutes after stepping inside his place, Ray had the married white bitch stripped down to her red thong panties with those big tits hanging free. Pinning her against the closed apartment door, they stood locked in a passionate embrace of tangled bodies. He palmed a melon-size tit, sucking on the pink swollen nipple, causing the housewife to groan with pleasure. Ray reached for the slut's pussy with his other hand.

For her part, the white aroused wife had her wedding ring hand inside his unzipped pants, grasping Ray's thick black dick. When she felt his full uncut cock for the first time, her eyes widened with surprise.

"Wow, you're huge" she said in amazement. 

"I know you want it," he said. 

Ray wasn't only beer can thick, but close to eleven inches long when his heavy-veined black cock was fully erect. Based on her astonished reaction, the older bitch had never seen anything like it. Pulling the housewife down with him onto the floor, Ray mashed his lips into hers in a tongue swapping kiss. 

"I can't do this, I'm a married woman," she protested as the kiss broke off. But she made no effort to prevent Ray's hand from cupping and rubbing her panty-clad pussy mound. Or attempt to remove her hand from his hardening cock.

He almost laughed hearing this confession of faithfulness. What a joke. She knew this would happen when she agreed to visit his apartment. She was the sexy hot slut swaying her wide hips and big ass in front of him while climbing the stairs to his place on the second floor. 

"Don't worry, baby," he replied, "that pussy's been used before. Your husband will never notice that another cock's been inside you." 

Ray knew her pussy would be gaping and loose after he'd stretched it with his big black horse cock. Hubby would immediately feel the difference upon sliding his small dick into the looseness of her hole. Moreover, with her pussy filled with cum, it'd feel slicker than usual and have a different taste if he ate it. Ray knew that her husband eating her was highly probable, if not definite. Many married white bitches loved to be seeded and then have their hubby perform cunnilingus later; unwittingly eating the black lover's cum leavings from their oozing wet gash. Ray knew from experience, that almost without fail this slut will laugh about it the next time they met. This dirty, nasty secret would excite her.

And, yes, they will get together again, he thought. Cheating white wives always come back. They can't get enough of his black dick; begging him to fuck them. He liked it when they groveled and begged and became totally subservient. By that time, he owned them.

Eventually, Ray would tire of their white asses, no matter how much they were willing to degrade themselves. He always lost interest and that wouldn't change. Once the challenge was gone and they became his property, fucking their pussy became routine and boring and he kicked them to the curb. There had been some times when Ray would just open the car door and boot them out; buck naked. When finally finished with this slut, he might do it to her. He liked the idea of letting her neighbors get a good look at this cute wife's big ass and her hefty tits, drooping from their own weight. The way he saw it, a white husband or boyfriend was supporting a deceitful whore and allowing her to play him for a fool. Ray had no intention of taking his place.

In fact, he tried to keep away from actually dating a cheating white slut. He did enjoy bragging rights by showing her off at black clubs. That way everyone could see that the white bitch was his property. But she had to be fine for him to show her off like that. This wife was just trash by the way she offered herself to him. He considered her as just a cum dump and nothing more. 

He focused his attention back on the housewife, slamming his black cock in her to the hilt, his cum-filled balls smacking against the upturned cheeks of her plump ass. Keeping his cock pressed deep while grinding his pelvis into her, Ray had the married white bitch babbling incoherently.

He laid his body into hers with his weight squashing her melon-size white breasts to his dark muscular chest. He started humping her hard, making the bitch grunt with each jarring thrust of his cock.

"You love black cock, don't you baby," he asked, staring down at the middle-age housewife's cute face and rotating his hips as he fucked her good.

"Yes," she groaned in passion. "I love your cock."

"That's not what I asked. The question was if you love black cock; meaning any black cock."

"Oh," she groaned, reluctant to give a straight answer. "I've never been with a black man before you."

"You have now. So, tell me, slut," he demanded, drooling a string of spit onto her soft lips while bucking his hips, driving his black dick deep into the swampy mess of the white wife's wet pussy.

"Y-yes," she croaked with lust, the tip of her tongue licking Ray's spit from her lips. 

As she uttered the degrading word, Ray felt her out of control pussy gush hot juice on his cock. She had a huge orgasm. Just admitting her needs and what she craved was a massive turn-on for the married white bitch. 

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I love black cock," she moaned with pleasure; her body going stiff as the orgasm washed through her.

Ray jammed his thick cock so deep into her that their pubic hair was crushed together. He was trying to prolong the whore's climax; not for her benefit, but his. He loved the feeling of power when his big uncut cock dominated a married white woman; owning her. 

When her orgasm began subsiding, the older housewife began to pump her wide hips; a motion that began slowly and gradually increased in speed. Her broad rear-end started grinding down hard. 

"You're so huge," she breathed. "You fill me up, like never before."

"Do I fuck you good? Is my cock better than your husband's?"

"You're the best." 

"You want more, baby? You need it regularly?"

"Ohhh, yes, it's wonderful," the white whore groaned as her cunt was leaking pussy juice. The gooey secretion ran down her ass crack. The skin of Ray's nut sack was tacky from the fluids running over his balls. The heavy flow of fluid was creating a growing damp spot below them.

"Then show me how much you need this black cock. Fuck it," Ray commanded. This sent the white wife into a frenzy of motion, as she tried to please him with her writhing body. 

"How about a black gangbang for my bitch? You want that don't you?" Ray increased his pace, not waiting for her answer. "I will make it happen."

All of Ray's married bitches got shared with his black friends. So far, none had objected to being passed around or getting gangbanged. This conquest won't be any different, he thought.

Without warning, he jerked his cock out of the white slut's cunt. He didn't need rug burns on his knees.

"Oh, Ray, please. Fuck me, baby. Please put it back in," she pleaded.

"Get up, bitch. Haul your ass over to my bed." 

She got up and immediately hurried to the bedroom. Her big tits swayed and her butt jiggled as she moved quickly to the bedroom. Once there, he pushed the married bitch flat on her back on the bed. Looking at her melon-size tits lolling to the sides of her chest, Ray spread her legs wide; his hands on her ankles. Her married pussy was totally exposed and completely available.

The cheating wife reached down between her legs and took his big tool in hand. Her fingers were unable to wrap fully around his black meat. She rubbed the cockhead up and down her wet slit, lubricating it with her pussy juice. Then bringing it to the entrance of her gaping hole, she held it in place, waiting for Ray to fuck her.

"Please," she begged.

Ray bucked his hips, slipping his big cock back into the married bitch. This time he met almost no resistance from her slick hole. She took all of him without a whimper.

There was something about this hungry curvy whore that created a desire in him to debase and humiliate the bitch. He wanted to use her rough. Fucking deep and with a steady rhythm, Ray had the slut writhing in crazed pleasure. He reached for her throat and gripped it in a light choke hold. Her eyelids were closed in sexual bliss, but they popped open as her breathing became labored. But she offered no resistance as he tightened his fingers, choking the older bitch harder. In reflex, the slut wife put one hand on his, but didn't try to pry it away. Suddenly pussy juice flooded her snatch, as if she'd pissed herself; drenching Ray's cock and balls.

It was an involuntary response conveying complete surrender. He grinned realizing how much this married white bitch got off on being mistreated. Bondage was definitely in her future. It was a bit of kink that her small-dick longtime husband undoubtedly never attempted.

"Turn over. Get on your hands and knees," he ordered.

She quickly scrambled to get into position. The sight of her asshole made an inviting target, but he passed on anal intercourse. Butt-fucking her was for another day, not for the first time with him. Instead, he lined up his thick shaft with her hairy pussy slit, the tip of his cock barely touching the soft moist flesh surrounding her hole.

"I'm going to fuck you like a dog," he said, bending over the bitch's back and whispering into her ear. He plunged his cock into the white housewife with a hard thrust. Once more, despite its thickness, Ray's meat slid deep into her super-wet pussy easily.

"Oh, yeah," he said with pleasure, "you feel good." Rearing back on his knees, Ray slapped this hot wife's broad ass with a loud smack; the impact of his dark-skinned hand on her sexy ass cheek making the white flesh jiggle.

"Oh, yes, take it. Fuck my white pussy. Make it yours," she pleaded with passion, pressing and rotating her plump butt back into Ray, forcing her cunt onto his thick cock.

Reaching beneath her body, he grabbed the bitch's hanging tits with both hands, cruelly squeezing the spongy orbs. She moaned from the demanding pain or pleasure, bucking faster and breathing harder. Ray knew he wasn't going to last much longer. 

"I'm going to shoot in you, bitch," he said, feeling semen rising from his balls, "and pump you full of cum, you nasty whore."

Ray's body locked up as his muscles tensed, and his cock twitched. He fired an enormous squirt of hot jism into the married white bitch's accepting body. 

"Oh, yeah," he groaned, feeling his cock throb with each spurt of hot cum. It kept spewing from the fat flared head into the willing receptacle of this white wife.

"Do it, baby," the older white wife urged, lying there and taking his load. One of her hands roamed his dark back, caressing it with a soft touch. The other hand was pulling his black ass, holding him tight as Ray continued injecting cum deep in her married pussy. 

"Give it to me, baby. Give me your sperm. Fill me with it," she urged him.

"Take it all, bitch," he said, feeling his cum blasts start to subside. The white wife's hot pussy was flooded with semen. He dipped his face to give the cheating whore a passionate kiss. As his orgasm slowed, she began gently rolling her wide hips, milking the last of his cum. 

"Hmm, you feel so good," she whispered with her lips beside his ear.

"You've got more cum from me than your pathetic hubby has pumped into you in six months," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips.

"Hmm, you've got me so full and wet and sticky," she smiled, wiggling her big butt on the mattress for him.

"You like black cock, baby?"

"Oh, yes. It's the best."

"Better than your husband's?" he asked for a second time, wanting to hear her say it again.

"Ohhh, yes," she said, grinding her hairy cum-soaked pussy into him, nearly causing his limp cock to slip out of her slimy wet snatch.

Lifting his face, Ray looked her in the eye. "That pussy's mine?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Tell me, again."

"Yes, Ray, that pussy's yours. Anytime you want it baby, just take it."

Before he could ask his next question, "What about your husband," Ray heard the front door to his apartment opening. He jerked his deflating cock out of the white wife's sloppy pussy, rolling off her naked, used body, preparing to see who made the noise.

His brawny young cousin, Dwayne, walked through the bedroom doorway.

"What's doing, Ray," he asked, eyeing the married white woman in bed next to his older cousin, obviously naked beneath sheets now covering her.




White Wife for BBC



"Just got through fucking this," Ray said, jerking the sheets off her, exposing the middle-age wife's curvy body to his gaze, "you want some?" 

Ray reached down and spread apart the hot housewife's soft thighs with a hand, showing Dwayne her hairy pussy oozing his load of cum. She made no attempt to cover herself. She just lay there, letting this young black stranger inspect her naked body. 

"That is, if you don't mind sloppy seconds." 

"Yeah, she'll do," the young black replied, passing judgment. Reaching down with a dark hand, he squeezed one of the woman's huge white tits, thumbing the stiff pink nipple. She said nothing.

"She's all yours then," Ray said, rising naked from the bed. "I need to leave. I've got a deal coming down. Just know this bitch is married. You might consider getting her home before hubby gets off work."

"Whatever," Dwayne replied, unzipping his pants allowing an enormous black cock to flop out. "Suck it, whore. Make me hard," he said, looking down at the white housewife.

Grasping his black meat in one hand, she hesitated briefly. She sized it up and then lowered her face, kissing the mushroom-like ebony cockhead before popping it into her hot wet mouth. 

"Oh, that's good," Dwayne groaned in pleasure, cupping a controlling hand to the back of the blonde's head. 

Dwayne gave Ray a wink accompanied by a grin from above the cute wife's head. She was bobbing up and down barely halfway on his thick black shaft, coating it with her saliva. 

"What's this white bitch's name, anyway?"

Ray shrugged, tugging on a sock. He had no idea and didn't care. She'd show up back at the grocery store. She'd find him.

Continuing to dress, he watched with indifference as Dwayne face-fucked the middle-age woman, making her gag. His younger cousin's black cock was almost as large as his. Dwayne was equally thick, but a bit shorter. He did, however, shoot a copious load, spurting a much bigger quantity than even Ray. A donation Ray was sure this married white wife would love. 

He watched as Dwayne pushed the curvy housewife flat on her back. The married bitch automatically opened her thighs, making herself ready to be fucked. She lay there with her legs spread. She watched Dwayne disrobe and crawl into bed.

When Ray finished putting on his clothes, he moved alongside the bed, its springs squeaking from Dwayne already powerfully riding the housewife's soft white body. His younger cousin was pumping his black cock in and out of her cum-filled vagina. 

Ray stared down at her attractive upturned face with make-up now smeared from having sex. "Listen to me bitch," he told her, "the next time I see it, have that fur-box of yours shaved bald."

She looked up at him and nodded her head while Dwayne pounded her.

It's not that it was Ray's fetish or even a turn-on. The importance was to dominate her and make the filthy bitch do what he wanted. Besides, he thought, he was helping her by making the dark pubic hair disappear. It was proof that she wasn't a true blonde.

To him, the older white wife was simply a piece of meat. He had no qualms about sharing her, pimping out the bitch, or dumping the cheating slut flat on her ass when he was through using it. For now, her destiny was to become his personal property until he said otherwise.

Ultimately letting many others fuck the curvy whore was a foregone conclusion. At the same time, it wasn't time for that yet. Why he gave her to Dwayne so quickly, Ray didn't know. Why he decided to do it so soon bothered Ray. 

Bending down and picking up the housewife's red thong panties from the floor, Ray saw the crotch material was soaked with pussy juice. He smirked. It proved that the bitch had been hot from the start.

Opening a nearby dresser drawer, he tossed the flimsy underwear atop a pile of rumpled panties already inside. Her thong was his latest trophy. It was evidence of yet another conquest and possession of a married white woman even though accomplishing it hadn't been difficult. It almost never was with a white bitch in heat for a big black cock.

He left his apartment, closing the door on the scene of Dwayne fucking the naked housewife with those big tits. Knowing Dwayne's past habits, the young black bull would go back for seconds, banging the phony blonde one more time. That could cause the cheating bitch to get home too late to greet her loving hubby as he returned from work.

It's not my worry, he thought. Making an excuse for not being there was "what's her name's" problem. It was a situation he was sure the cheating bitch would handle adroitly. Lying straight-faced to her husband as her white married pussy seeped black man's cum.

Of course, she'll also need to explain why the milk is warm and frozen stuff thawed from sitting too long in the trunk of her car.



White Wife With A Black Man



This is a story about the experience my wife had with her first black man. 

Vikki had joked with me many times before about her fantasizing about a black man and her getting it on. Well, I could tell that it was no joke. I knew that if the right circumstances presented themselves, she would do it. I, being her husband, and knowing her well, knew that she craved for this experience. I felt that it would be a great turn-on for me to watch this. So, I started doing some searching on the internet. After a few weeks of swapping emails with some perspective men, I finally found someone that I thought would fit the bill. 

I chatted with "Guy" about the situation, and he sounded more than willing to participate. Guy sent me a few pics of himself, and he appeared to be very clean and well-groomed. After a few exchanges of emails, I asked him for some shots of him nude. I just wanted to make sure that he had the proper equipment to get the job done. Well, all I can say is, he was more than ample for our needs. He was 5-11, 180 lbs, somewhat muscular, and had a large, 9" long by 6.5" around cock, and an ass that was kind of like mine, but a little more bubbled. Vikki always said that I had a great ass, so I new that she would not be disappointed.

Vikki knew nothing of what I was setting up. I wanted to surprise her for her 40th b-day. It was only a couple days before her b-day when I told Guy what hotel to meet us at, and what time. 

Soon, the day came, and I couldn't wait to see Vikki's reaction when she found out about what I had set up. 

We arrived at the hotel, and as soon as we got to the room, we started pouring drinks. I went to a pay phone, and called Guy to tell him which room we were in, and when to show up. 

As Vikki and I drank more and more, we talked more and more about sex. I asked her what she would do if I ever set her up with someone. She said that as long as I approved of them, she would take me up on the offer. Little did she know that I had lined her up with a black man!

So, I told her that I had someone coming over to do her in front of me. She seemed a little shocked, but being a little lit from the liquor, she said that she would do whatever I wanted. Almost being synchronized, Guy knocked on the right then. A rush of excitement came over my body as I walked toward the door. We had quite a few candles lit in the room, and you could see pretty well in the candles' glow.

I opened the door, and Guy walked in. A look of total amazement was on Vikki's face that he was black. She was smiling though. Guy walked in and sat down on the edge of the king bed next to Vikki. We talked for a bit, and I could tell that Vikki was squirming where she sat. She couldn't wait. We laid down some guidelines first, that Guy quickly agreed to. We told him no mouth/mouth kissing, and no real rough play. Vikki had on a white see-through top that was kind of like a half teddy, and a pair of see-through thong panties that matched. Guy had on a pair of Dockers and a nice button-down collar shirt. 

Vikki kind of took control, and told Guy to stand up and come over in front of her. As soon as he was in front of her, she instructed him to remove his shirt. As he did this, Vikki started on his pants. She unsnapped his pants, and slowly unzipped his fly. I could see that he was pretty hard by now, as Vikki had a little trouble getting his fly to unzip as it went over the top of his bulge. Then she grabbed his pants by the waist, and with one deliberate movement, took them all the way off. I saw her eyes light up as she sat and looked at his big black cock stretching the material of his Jockey briefs. Vikki then started rubbing him through his shorts. He grew a little more, but I would say that he was now at full-mast. 

Vikki then grabbed the band at the top of his shorts with both hands, and slid them down to the floor and off. Guy's huge cock swung out and was now pointing straight at Vikki's mouth. Her eyes lit up again at the sight of his cock in front of her. She looked over at me and asked if I was sure that I wanted to do this. I said yes. With that, she grabbed his 9" cock in both hands, and started to get it wet with her tongue as she stroked it with a passion. After it appeared to be pretty wet, she took it in her mouth and started with the head, and then slowly worked her mouth farther and farther down his cock. After a few minutes, she was in a frenzy sucking his huge cock. She appeared to be totally turned on sucking this huge black cock. Guy reached down and played with Vikki's tits as she sucked away on his cock. 

After a while, I suggested that he fuck her now. She stopped sucking him, and laid back on the bed and told him to take off her panties and fuck her white pussy with all he had. I first reached over and gave him a rubber. He slid it on quickly. As soon as it was on, Guy grabbed Vikki's panties, and yanked them off her. Then he put one knee on the bed, and stood on the other, and maneuvered his cock in front of her pussy. Guy then slowly, inch by inch, started pumping Vikki's pussy until it was all the way in. He was pulling it all the way out, then all the way back in. Vikki was screaming with pleasure. She was gritting her teeth and telling him to fuck her white pussy hard with his big, black cock. 

I thought that Guy might like to know that Vikki can take an ass-fucking real good, and he should try that next. With that, he pulled it out of her pussy and spun her over on her stomach. He told her to get up further on the bed so he could have both knees on the bed. She scooted up on the bed further, and Guy got all the way on the bed too. I reached over and gave him some lotion to help out. Guy bathed his cock and Vikki's ass with it. Then he put the head of his cock at the rim of Vikki's ass. He grabbed her hips, and slowly inserted it in her ass. Vikki squeezed the sheets in her hands as Guy slid his cock a little bit at a time in her ass. 

After a few seconds, he was all the way in her ass. Then Guy just started pumping his cock in and out, every time, sliding his cock out just until his head wasn't visible, then all the way back in. Vikki started talking very dirty to him. She was telling him to fuck her pretty white ass with his big black cock harder and harder. Guy was talking back to her dirty also, but he was at a loss for words as he was concentrating deeply on her ass as he fucked it with all he had. Vikki announced that she was going to cum. Guy said let it cum, and he would cum right afterward. Right then, Vikki let out a primal scream and came violently as Guy kept fucking her ass. Then, Guy pulled his cock out, pulled the rubber off quickly, and shot a huge load on Vikki's back. They both collapsed on the bed, and let out a deep sigh. After they rested for a bit, I planned on having a three-way with the two of them...

Part II??



White Wife Wrecker



Ray peeped through the door at the wedding reception and excitedly anticipated the bride and groom leaving for their room, he knew that it wouldn't be long now and decided to go to his room and wait for them. Four months ago, Ray saw the 19 year old blue-eyed blond and began planning her degrading. Ray was a 37 year old black man; he was short, not even average looking and wore thick glasses. Prim and proper white bitches like Pam Parker never gave him the time of day. He would give her a wedding night that she would never forget. He slipped on his room service jacket and stocked the cart that he borrowed from the supply room!

When he heard the laughter of the young couple as the husband carried his new wife over the threshold; he felt his huge cock begin to stiffen in his pants. Ray gave them a few minutes and then looked up and down the hallway to make certain the coast was clear. He quietly closed the door to his room and knocked on their door!

The groom asked, "Who is it?"

"Room service."

"We didn't order room service."

"I know but we have a complimentary bottle of Champagne for the newlyweds!" The door opened and the young couple was in a state of half-undress. Ray quickly wheeled the cart into their room and poured the Champagne, offering a toast. He explained that it was the only time that he was permitted to drink while on duty. They all downed their drinks and the young couple wanted to be alone. Ray stalled, telling them that a signature was required; but he was waiting for the powder in their drinks to take effect, an aphrodisiac for the bride and a powerful sedative for the groom. 

The black man grinned when the groom sat on the bed and he noticed a flush on the bride's face. Soon the groom was out cold and Ray knew that he would remain that way for several hours. The black man swiftly disrobed and the shocked bride gasped when her eyes focused on the 11" black monster between his legs. He held her tight and kissed her passionately. The bride struggled free and pleaded, "No, please doesn't do this! This is our wedding night. Leave now, and I won't report you!" 

"When I get through with you, you're going to thank me for my wedding gift and beg me to see you again! Now finish undressing or I will rip it off of you!" The frightened bride fumbled with the rest of her clothes and stood trembling before his leering eyes in a thong and bra. She felt a tingle between her legs as she continued to stare at his big black cock. The invader kissed her again and removed her bra and panties. 

He nursed on her ample breasts and inserted two fingers into her wet pussy. The blue-eyed blond found this man disgusting and could not understand why she was so aroused? He ordered, "Take my big black cock in your hands and play with it; you're going to love it bitch! You want to feel it up inside of you, don't you? Tell me how much you want it!"

"No!! Please stop!!! I don't want to do this." Ray placed her hand on his cock and held it there while he finger fucked her dripping pussy. He guided her little white hand up and down the shaft and could feel her squeeze his thick cock! He moved his hand to her buttocks and fondled her shapely ass as his fingers increased speed in her pussy. He glanced in the mirror and thought how sexy the scene was, the contrast in skin colors, her dripping pussy and her wedding ring rubbing against his cock as she vigorously stroked the big dick. Tears flowed down the cheeks of the lovely bride's face as she felt herself succumbing to the manipulation of her young body and the lust that overcame her when she felt the pulsating power of the firm cock in her hands. The fire between her legs was burning out of control; she wondered why her body was betraying her. The poor wife could no longer muster the will to resist the seducer. The fact that her husband was right there in the room only made it more erotic! She wondered why such a filthy and vile act turned her on so much!

A strong hand forced the beautiful bride to her knees; the black cock was standing at attention right in front of her pretty face. It appeared even larger this close up. Her rapist rubbed his vile dick all over her face and slapped her with it! Then he ordered, "Put it in your sweet mouth and suck the mother-fucker! I want you to worship this cock with your mouth and tongue; show me how much you want it, after you give my a good blow-job, I will put out the fire between your legs!" The white girl was torn between the urge to bolt, and run out the door and the burning desire to service his big black cock.

The bulky head of the black snake parted her sweet lips and slithered into her mouth. Her lips could feel every vein as her mouth was stretched wide, trying to absorb his massive member. She choked and gagged as he fucked her face and forced his cock down her throat. The white wife's eyes watered and saliva dripped down her chin as she eagerly gobbled the black cock into her sucking mouth! She felt the massive weapon harden even more and then it shot a slimy substance into her mouth and down her throat. The newlywed tried desperately to swallow it all but some flowed from her mouth, down her chin and onto the rug! 

Ray told her to lick it clean and continue sucking. As if in a trance, the white girl lovingly kissed and licked the giant black cock, wrapped her lips around it again and sucked with fervor! His cock was growing, she held the base and her blond head bobbed up and down on the ebony love shaft. "Yes, that's it. Hold it with both of your little white hands. It takes two hands to hold a whopper!"

The black man threw the white girl on the bed, spread her lily-white legs wide, and stuffed his black cock up her tight pussy. She screamed out in pain and her flailing arms hit her sleeping husband. Ray showed no mercy, increased speed, and pounded her pussy brutally; the pain subsided and an overpowering feeling of pure pleasure overtook her entire body. The white girl moaned like a wanton whore, wrapped her creamy legs around his waist, and fucked him back as hard as she could. She cried out, "Oh god! I'm Cumming; please fuck meee, Ohhh... Yesssss!!! Fill me up with you're big black cock...Oh oh, shitttttt!!!" He kept fucking her until she reached several more orgasms and he filled her pussy with red-hot cum!

Before Ray left the room, he told her that if she attempted to tell anyone, he would kill her husband and turn her out as a crack whore in the slums! Unknown to her, Ray listened from his room next-door. Only after her husband awoke and she did not tell him anything did he leave. 

Pam Parker told her husband that he fell asleep after they made love. She felt guilty keeping her defilement a secret but feared for Bill's life. She hated herself for responding to the seducer and felt shame when her husband did not please her like the black man did!

Ray went home and slipped into bed with his lovely wife, Naomi, he thought how cool he was to have a wonderful wife and still be able to fuck and wreck all of the white wives. 

Ray waited three weeks and paid Mrs. Parker a visit when her husband went to work. While still in her robe, the young wife opened the door and was horrified when Ray brushed past her and into the house. He closed the door and grinned at her. "What do you want? Why are you here? I did everything you said; I did not call the police. Please go and leave me alone."

"Your husband is still alive because you did not call the cops. It's not what I want, it's what you need; your pussy must be twitching with sweet anticipation. You need my big cock; your husband's puny dick is not enough for you now. Get the fuck over here and you can once again feel a real cock, just think how good it felt up your pink pussy, remember how much you moaned with pleasure and how you begged me to fuck you. I know how much you want me, so come and get it!"

The white wife slowly walked toward him, flung her arms around his neck, and said, "Please leave me alone, it's not right. I don't want to cheat on Bill. Just go, please!" Ray opened her robe and slipped a couple of fingers in her smoldering slit. He guided her hand to his crotch; she clutched it tightly and moaned as it stiffened in her hand. Ray dropped his pants and sat on the sofa. He waived his dick in the air and told her to crawl on her knees over to him and suck his dick. The little wife just stood there frozen. She wanted to tell him to go to hell but the sight of his mammoth cock filled her loins with desire. She recalled the sublime feeling of his big cock in her pussy and the state of rapture she experienced when he shot his load deep inside of her. She felt her body flush as her blood raced through her veins. The degrading act should disgust her but she felt the surrender of her will to resist and the overpowering urge to be a fuck-slut for this ebony satisfier! 

She dropped to her knees and crawled over to him. He stopped her and demanded that she lose the robe and panties. The obedient white wife discarded the garments and continued to crawl to him. She adoringly kissed the fat cock with her sweet lips and was just about to engulf his cock when he grabbed her hair and made her look up at him and he said, "Beg for it bitch, tell me how much you want my big black cock, tell me that you are a white slut for black cock! Tell me that you will do anything for the privilege of worshiping my big cock." 

She held his cock to her face and submissively said, "Oh yes, master, I want to worship your fat dick, I will willingly be your fuck-slut. Please let me show you with my mouth and pussy! You are my master and I am your sex-slave and will do anything that you tell me to do!" Her lips slipped over the fat head of his black cock and she sucked it lovingly. Ray pushed her down and began to fuck her doggy-style, she moaned with delight and squealed like a pig as he stuffed her sopping cunt with his cock. She felt a finger penetrate her ass-hole and squirmed even more. Then suddenly he withdrew his dick from her pussy and shoved it up her tight ass! Wanting to please her master, she tried not to reveal the pain that she felt. She fucked back hard until she felt the hot cum flood her ass-hole.

Before he left the house, Ray fucked her on their bed and told her that he would be busy fucking other white wives and did not know when he could get back to fuck her slut ass again. He added, "Maybe next time I will bring a couple of friends! I bet your slut ass would love a gang-bang!" After Ray left, she cried uncontrollably. She loved Bill and detested herself for yielding to this vile man. She had to find a way for love to conquer over lust. Pam vowed that she would never again succumb to the bastard! While driving home, Ray thought to himself, (another white wife wrecked).

Ray stayed home with his loving wife for a few days. He was biding his time for his next victims, a mother and daughter that he had been watching. Tonight the husband would embark on an extended business trip and he would introduce them to his mighty manhood. He couldn't wait to fuck the white bitches into obedient submission! He laughed to himself as he thought of how the 37 year mom and 18 year old daughter would be worshiping his magnificent black cock before the sun came up! He was eager to wreck more white bitches.

He entered the back door with a key that he had stolen from the daughter's purse; he made a copy and then replaced it before she even knew that it was missing. He stealthily climbed the stairs and peeked in the bedrooms, they were both sleeping soundly. The black man decided to seduce the mother first. Ray silently entered the bedroom and disrobed, he neatly folded his clothing and placed the pile on a chair. The devious pervert slid into bed and placed his ebony body against her ivory frame as they lie side by side. Ray snuggled against the blond wife and his semi-hard dick touched her creamy buttocks. She stirred but did not awake. Black fingers entered her love hole and his hardening black weapon grinded against her shapely buttocks. With his knee, the black man parted her white legs; from behind, the now fully erect dick entered her moist pussy. The wife moaned and panted; she was neither asleep nor awake; she was in a place somewhere in-between. Ray pumped her pussy furiously; he fucked her with long deep penetrating strokes. 

She awoke screaming, but it was more of a scream of lust than fear. The beautiful housewife tried to clear the cobwebs from her pretty head. At first, she thought that her husband was making love to her, but it was much too large to be him and he never screwed her from that position! Then, she thought that she must have been dreaming, but when she noticed the black arm around her, she panicked. Mom cried out, "No, please stop, noooo... it hurts!!! Oh goddddd!!! Ohhhhhhh!!" The door opened and her daughter stood there in a nightshirt and stared at the unlikely scene before her blue eyes. Ray told her to turn on the table lamp and whispered in the petrified wife's ear, "Pretend that you know me and that I am your lover or I will fuck your little girl and then kill both of you! I am not fucking around... Do you understand?" With his dick still all the way up her pussy, she nodded, yes. 

Ray told the girl to watch how he fucks her mother! The girl's eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open as she watched the huge black cock defile her pretty mom. Ray grinned and looked over at the young girl and said, "Your mom and I were going to keep our affair a secret but she always makes too much noise when I fuck her. So stay and watch; it will do you good to see how a real man fucks a white bitch. Play with yourself while you watch us, I know that you want to!" He turned his attention back to the mom who was now fucking him back and taunted her saying, "You are a nasty bitch, and my black cock is covered with your white cum! You love to cum on my big black cock, don't you slut? Tell me how much you like my black cock!"

"Oh yes, it feels sooo good!!! I love your big black cock; it fills my pussy and hits spots that have never been touched before. Please keep fucking me with that big thing. Don't stop, fuck meee!!!" 

Ray shot her pussy full of white-hot cum and wiped his black dick all over her creamy buttocks. The daughter had three fingers up her little slit and moaned to an orgasm. The low-life waved his hand for the girl to join them. She meekly walked to the bed; Ray pushed the mother over to make room for the daughter. This was where he wanted to be. Being in the middle of these two blondes seemed so lewd, he loved it! He placed the daughters hand on his slimy cock and told her to play with it. The black man sternly stared at the mother; she got the message and did not protest the profane defilement of her daughter by this animal! 

As the teen stroked his cock with a dreamy look in her eyes, he asked her, "Are you a virgin my dear? Have you ever been with a black man? Put your sweet lips on it, baby, and watch it grow big, just for you!"

She timidly answered, "No, I am not a virgin, I have a boyfriend. I have never been with a black guy but some of my friends have and I sometimes thought about what it would be like!" The 18 year old girl moved her lips down to his cock and kissed it. As if bewitched, she held the base tightly in her white hand as her red lips sucked in the thick head of his black cock. She slurped vigorously on his black joystick and marveled as his cock grew in her mouth. He pushed the girl on her back, spread her white legs and pounded her pussy with his black snake. He saw the lust on mom's face as she watched her daughter fuck back at the black satisfier. Ray ordered mom to sit on her daughters face while he fucked her cunt. Mom refused, saying that she couldn't do that! 

Ray grabbed a fistful of blond hair and slapped mom across the face, demanding that she obey him. Mom tearfully straddled her daughter's head and lowered her sopping pussy to the girl's face. She moaned in deviant passion as her daughter's tongue brought her to a trembling orgasm! The daughter squealed with delight as she climaxed again on the ebony fuck-stick! Ray filled the young white girl with his seed and secretly hoped that he had impregnated mother and daughter! He forced them to eat each other's pussies and fucked them both in the ass before he left. He warned them that if they tried to report him he would kill the husband and turn them in to crack whores in the worst part of town. That scared the shit out of them and they promised not to tell anyone. Before he walked out the door, he made them kiss his dick goodbye and beg him to come back and fuck them again tomorrow. "Maybe, let me think about it!" he answered. 

When Ray got home, he decided to have a beer before going upstairs to his loving wife. He sat at the kitchen table, took a swig of beer, and smiled. He loved wrecking white wives, their daughters, siblings and friends. He ruined and wrecked so many over the years that he couldn not count them all! Ray felt proud of himself; he had the white women worshiping his cock and he maintained a loving home with his wife. As much as he enjoyed debasing white wives, he loved Naomi and knew that life without her would be empty. Ray chuckled when he thought of how the threats of hurting the husbands and turning them into crack whores always worked; not one of them ever reported him. He figured that another reason was that they all craved his black cock!

He entered the bedroom and slipped into bed, he was alarmed when he could not feel his wife next to him. Ray turned on the light, panicked, it was 4 in the morning, and Naomi was always home sleeping at this time of the day! Then he spotted a letter on her pillow! The distressed husband tore open the envelope and began reading, it stated, "Dear Ray, Baby when you read this, I will be gone. Sorry but I have found someone new and no longer care for you. Do not endeavor to find me; all such efforts will surely be in vain! Just go on with your life and forget about me. Goodbye and good luck. Naomi-your-use to-be!"

"What the fuck!" was all he could say, Ray was hurt and shocked. He tried to sleep but sleep would not come; the hurt and pain was overwhelming. The despairing husband decided to visit one of his victims and get his troubles off his mind. He came home and drank beer, broke down and sobbed, he could not get it up, how the hell could he ravage and wreck white bitches if he could not get his dick hard? Instead of helping him forget his wife, things only got worse. He wondered where she could be.

The doorbell jarred him out of his deep blue funk. The UPS driver handed him a package, he anxiously tore it open and was surprised to see a videotape. Ray sat on the sofa with a beer and hoped that the tape was from his wife and that he would discover where she was!

Two men, one black and one white appeared and the white guy spoke first, saying that a very close friend of theirs was devastated by Ray's seduction and humiliation of her. She even contemplated suicide. It took them a long time to get her life back on track. The man said that normally they would have notified the authorities but after careful investigation, they realized that Ray was a serial offender and had to be dealt with in a special manner. The screen switched to a bedroom and Ray watched as the white man screwed Naomi; after the sex, she said that he was the best lover that she had ever known. She told him that his gentle touch and loving ways drove her wild and that she had no idea that sex could be so good! Ray's heart grew heavy.

Then the scene switched to another bedroom and the black man was getting a blow-job, as the camera closed in on her face, Ray realized that it was his sister! Ray watched as the man then fucked his sister in the pussy and then in the ass!

Ray was horrified at what he saw next; six nude white women were sitting on a sofa and chairs in a spacious living room. His mother entered the room, dressed in a skimpy French maid's uniform and crawled from woman to woman; she ate their pussies, licked their ass holes and let them fuck her in every orifice with large strap-on-dildos. 




White Wife Wrecker



Then the two men appeared together again, they both spoke, telling Ray that he would have to start a new life and change his ways! He was told that there was still hope for him if he resolved to lead a decent life. If not, they assured him that his ruin would be certain. He was told that the choice was his; to fly like an eagle or squirm like a worm!

The tape ended but Ray just stared at the blank screen. He had lost every thing that mattered to him; even his once trusted cock would not perform. He figured that it would get better when the ache in his heart subsided. Ray felt so empty and useless, gone was his self-confidence. Tears flowed down his face as he pondered his future.

THE END 



White Wife



"I love to watch you fuck. I love to hear the little sounds that you make when we get closer to cumming. I would love to watch another guy fuck you so I could take in the whole picture. When I'm part of it, it's just not the same."

"How would you know?"

"You know that's about all that I think about. If I had a more demanding job I'm not sure that I could do it because all I think about is you, your beautiful body, your gorgeous face, your perky boobs, your snatch that is without equal on the planet. That's what I think about."

We kept moving slowly. We each adjusted and altered our paces. She just kept getting wetter and wetter. "Emily, I'm not kidding when I tell you I'm sure you are the greatest fuck on earth. I really mean it."

"Jake, baby," she gasped, "you're so sweet but every adult who is healthy or not bound by some religious prohibition fucks. They fuck just like we do. They fuck like we are fucking now. Some more often than others and some more intently but trust me, they all fuck."

He smiled at her use of the word "fuck." Until a year ago she hardly ever cursed and never used the "f" word. Now when they were making love she used it a lot because she knew how hot Jake got when she talked dirty.

"I don't think so." Jake said. She was about to pull his semen right through him but he held back as best he could. "It's not me. I'm pretty average. It's you. You know you're extraordinarily beautiful. You know you come every time and most women can't say that. You know you could always go for more when I'm empty and exhausted. No, my love it is you. I think you know it."

That must have taken her over the edge. "Fuck me Jake. Pound me. Tear my pussy up. Fill me up. Never stop, never stop, never stop." she screamed as she had a huge orgasm.

Of course, he was so close that he did all of those things she asked him to do to her.

Before Jake drifted off to sleep he said, "Emily, I want what's best for you. I want you to be sexually satisfied like no woman has ever been. I want you to experience variety of every kind imaginable."

"You're all I need my love."

"Maybe that's what you think now. But if you won't do it for yourself. I mean if you won't fuck other guys for you," I paused then said something that I never had said before, "Emily, then do it for me."

There was dead silence from her side. I'm not even sure that she was breathing. Finally, in a soft voice she said, "I'll think about it," as she slightly wiggled her bare ass against his still wet cock.



Chapter two

The next morning at the Daniels house was like most week day mornings. The kids were getting ready for school and screaming, "who took my . . . I can't find my . . . where's my . . . " Nobody paid any attention to them. And, like magic what was missing was found just in the nick of time.  While Jake was in the shower getting ready for work, Emily was in the kitchen cooking breakfast wearing just an old thin bathrobe. She turned on the radio in the kitchen and listened to the local news/talk station. She couldn't have been more surprised when she heard.

"Last night after a valiant try, our Thunderbirds fell to the Albany Patroons by a score of 95 to 88. They were ahead by ten points at the half but during the second half the team from Albany outscored the locals by 17 points. Better luck next time SkyRockeets against the team from Ft. Sill Oklahoma."

Emily was confused. Jake had told that the Thunderbirds had won. Then she recalled that he seemed confused when she asked him who won the game? What the hell was going on? She wondered. Had he even gone to the game? She was kidding last night about him cheating on her but now she wasn't so sure. However, no man who had climaxed in a woman earlier could have done what he did to her in their bed last night. Something was funny about the game last night.

Within a few minutes, the kids were seated at the kitchen table inhaling their breakfasts. Jake came in the kitchen and went straight for the coffee maker. She came up behind him and pressed against his back. Through the thin bathrobe he could feel her pointy nipples and pubic bone. He felt a stirring in his crotch. 

"Jake honey, I heard on the radio that the Thunderbirds lost last night. I thought you said they won."

He turned around and said, "Yeah I forgot."

"Jake, something happened at the game last night. I don't know what but I hope you will tell me. Something did happen didn't it?" She asked seriously.

What could he tell her? "Emily I ran into that guy from work, you know him, Clyde Monroe. Anyway, he has floor seats and is treated like a king. I knew he didn't make anymore money than I make so I talked about it with him at halftime. What he told me was un-fucking believable."

"Jake, the kids." She warned trying to bring the language back to morning in the kitchen appropriate.

"Anyway. After what he told me I admit I don't have a clue what happened during the second half. I don't even remember driving home."

"Well, I think it is safe to say that whatever you learned from Clyde turned you on. Right?"

"That's fair to say."

"So tell me about it," She implored.

"Not now. I've got to run. You've got to change and get the kids to school.  If you want we can talk about it tonight."

"If I want? What do you think? Is the pope a Catholic?"

Jake went to work. Emily changed and drove the kids to school but only after begging the minivan to start. It groaned and groaned before catching.

Jake was sitting on the bench in front of his locker when he heard behind him, "Hey buddy, some game, huh?"

"Hello, Clyde. Yeah, some game. I got my ass in a sling though because of the game. When I got home Emily asked me who won and, can you believe it, it couldn't remember but I told her we did."

"Oh shit. And, I guess by now she knows that we lost?"

"You got it. Anyway, she wondered how I couldn't remember who won so I told her that after we had our food and talk during halftime, I didn't remember anything."

"No shit. I didn't get the impression that you had much interest in what I told you last night," said Clyde as he took the coveralls from his locker.

"Oh I was interested all right. You just caught me by surprise. You confided in me, Clyde, and now I'll confide in you. We've both got to get to work but let's meet up for the morning break and find a quiet place where we can continue our conversation in private."

"See you at ten," were Clyde's parting words as he closed the grey door to his locker.

Emily took her job as a homemaker very seriously. She went through the newspaper and clipped coupons. She was aware of every special.  She was able to stretch the food budget about as far as it could be stretched but it took time. She watched the water, electricity and gas bills like a professional manager. Their home may have been five degrees too hot in the summer and five degrees too cold in the winter but the savings were incredible. She would never turn on the sprinkling system to water the lawn until the sun had set.  Because of her efforts, on Jake's salary they lived about as well as one could imagine.

The tract house that had been their home for five years was in a good section of town. She didn't live more than ten minutes from her folks, her sister or Jake's mom. She wished they could have a new car. Both of the cars they drove were old clunkers but new cars were just too expensive. Emily knew they would have to keep them going for another two years until their savings had accumulated.

At ten, Clyde and Jake carried their coffee cups to a table under a white umbrella. It seemed as if each was waiting for the other to start talking as they sipped from their steaming cups.

"So you were interested?" Asked Clyde.

"More than you can imagine. Look, Clyde, I don't know how to say this but for a couple of years now, all I've been able to think about is Emily with other guys. I thought I was a pervet until I discovered that many men feel the same way I do. Hell, if she didn't look like she does, if she wasn't as sexy as she is and if she wasn't they hottest piece of ass alive, maybe I would feel different."

"Wow man! That's not what you said last night."

"I know it isn't. I didn't want you to think I was an asshole . . . "

Before he could finish, Clyde cut in and said, "You an asshole? After what I told what does that make me?"

"Sorry. Look, I don't think I'm any different than most men, most people, we have our private thoughts that we hope won't ever be discovered. I'm sure most people can say that. My most secret thoughts have become an obsession. I didn't want you to know that," Jake said.

"So, let me ask you Jake. Does Emily know about your thoughts, your fantasies?"

"Oh yeah. She knows everything. I wasn't ever going to tell her what I was thinking but she knows me pretty well and about a year ago she got it out of me. The shit hit the fan. She was really pissed. She thought I was tired of her and wanted different pussy. It took the longest time to convince her that wasn't it at all. She was way more than enough for me, for any man for that matter. After a while she came to accept my newly revealed thinking and played along with me. Now, every time we make love I talk about her with other guys."

"Jake, it seems to me like what I told you about last night would be perfect. Not a chance of losing her to some guy she falls in love with. Just pure, raw sex. More than either of you can imagine."

"Clyde, I'm sure you're right, I just don't see anyway to make it happen. Emily is about the most scheduled person I know. There aren't very many minutes during the day that she doesn't have planned. Also, her folks, her sister and my mom live here. Hell, Clyde were just a small town of less than 100,000. Even when you add in the Moorehead popultion its less than 200,000."

"Don't you think we didn't think about all of that. Our situation isn't that much different than yours. We have kids and a ton of relatives here. Most everybody knows everybody. Hell, Jake, I know that. Look man, the apartment building is in a part of town most of the people I know, and for that matter you and Emily know, seldom visit. Also, the apartments that the players and the staff have are in the back. The am rents them all. Your wife can park right there and no one would ever know she was there."

"She's still very busy. I just don't see anyway this can work even if she were willing which I'm sure she won't be." 

Clyde laughed and said, "Maybe Emily could get by on a little less sleep. When Liz goes to the apartment it is usually from oh, say, eleven until about two in the morning. Sometimes she drops by during the day but only for an hour or so. I'm sure, if you are both willing, we can make this happen. Are you willing, Jake?"  

"Let's say that I am. I don't see what difference that makes. She won't do it. I'm sure about that." However, when he remember what she said last night, "I'll think about it," he was less sure than he let on to Clyde. 

"Look man, if you're interested let me have Liz give her a call. I know they're not best friends or anything but they know each other. Maybe another woman could help."

"Don't do anything until I talk with her. This morning we left it that I would tell her what you and I talked about after the kids go to bed.

That afternoon when it was time to get the kids from school, Emily Daniels inserted the key in the ignition of the five year old mini van and turned it. She wasn't surprised to hear just a groan as the starter tried to turn over but couldn't. "Shit," she said mad at herself because she knew this was coming. Swearing wasn't part of her life except recently and only when she and Jake were making love but this would make things difficult for her afternoon. It was her turn to pick up her own children and two of her neighbor's kids. Now, she would probably be late.

Emily, really short for Patricia, had just turned 34 and had been married nearly half of her life. Her oldest was a son named Derrick, he was almost 14. His sister, Jane, was eight and they attended different schools so she had two pickups a few miles apart.

She flipped open her cell phone and called the corner gas station to see if they could get her started. In Fargo, North Dakota, that's they way it's done. In ten minutes the car had been jumped. Pat, the mechanic/attendant, sort of a do everything guy, had warned her she needed a new battery and to drop by when she could. He was smiling and openly starring at her. She didn't really mind, it had been like that since she turned 16 years old. Men, nearly all men when they were in her presence, weren't very cleaver about concealing their considerable interest in her. Who could blame them. She was unusually beautiful. A perfect figure if you don't require enormous boobs. Her's were 34B which seemed proportional to her 5' 5" frame that carried 115 pounds on it. As perfect as her body was it was her breathtakingly beautiful face that made all men, and not just a few women, take a second look the first time they saw her. Today her dark blonde hair was in a pony tail just like she wore in High School.

Her day had been a busy one but that wasn't unusual.  After she married Jake, they agreed that she should stay home and take care of the house and the children when they came. Jake had a job at the University, like many people in town and didn't make much money but enough for them to get by on if they were careful. Besides, they both reasoned, if they paid for all of the things she did such as cleaning the house, shopping for the family, cooking the meals, running the kids to school and other activities as well as paying all the bills, her value to the house would be as great or greater than Jake's.

As she ran her errands, she couldn't get the thought out of her mind of Jake not even knowing who won the basketball game last night and his ardor in the bedroom were, in some way, connected. She couldn't wait to hear his explanation. 

Also, throughout the day she kept remembering the last words she quietly spoke to her husband before drifting off to sleep: "I'll think about it." The words were innocent enough taken out of context but in context the four words could have profound meaning. Was she serious? She asked herself. Maybe, just maybe, for the first time in the last year since Jake had brought up his crazy ideas, she was serious. However, they lived in Fargo. They knew everyone. She was as involved as a wife and mother could possibly be in the community. Therefore, it didn't really matter if she was serious or not because nothing like what Jake wanted to happen could happen in Fargo, could it?

That night after eating a dinner of a tuna noodle casserole, doing the dishes, making sure that the kids homework assignments had been completed and watching a television program together it was time for the youngsters to turn in. Emily and Jake stayed in the family room and continued to watch television after Derrick and Jane went to bed. 

"Honey," Emily said, "would you like me to pour us each a glass of wine?"

"What?" Jake asked not sure that he understood her because they never drank wine except on special occasions. 

"A glass of wine. Want one?" She didn't wait for his answer she padded barefoot to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of medium quality red wine, opened it and poured two water glasses almost full.

"What's with the wine?"

"I don't know. I think we have a lot to talk about. I thought it might help us relax. We do have a lot to talk about don't we honey?" She asked seriously as she handed him the glass and settled next to him on the sofa with her legs tucked under her.

"Yeah, I guess, we have a lot to talk about. Where should we start?"

"Don't ask me. You're the one who told me that something Clyde discussed with you last night about blew your mind. What did he tell you?"

Jake didn't say anything. He just sipped the red wine from his glass and recalled everything that Clyde had told him last night and what he had suggested about Emily. Jake wondered if he should tell her everything or should he just tell her bits and pieces of the conversation. Emily saw that Jake was thinking about how to answer her question and decided to give him time, so she wisely remained quiet and drank from her glass.

Finally, the waiting was over, Jake couldn't postpone telling the love of his life what he had learned at the CBA basketball game last night. He decided to tell her everything even though he was very concerned about her reaction. "Okay, here goes. Well I told you that Clyde and I met at halftime and sat at a table in a corner and talked. I asked him how in the world he could afford the best seats in the auditorium and attend every home game. Like you said, what I learned, did about blow my mind. Anyway, he told me that he and Liz had attended the first game of the season. They sat close to where I always sit up higher and across from the Thunderbird bench in the nose bleed section. During the game he thought that he saw, more than once, players on the bench point in their direction and then turn and say something to another player seated next to them. He didn't pay any attention to it and didn't say anything to Liz." Jake took another sip of wine.

Emily was paying close attention to everything her husband said and encouraged him to continue. "Go on. Tell me everything."

"Well it was after the game and just as they were about to leave the auditorium that a young, friendly trainer caught up with them and asked if he could talk with them for a minute. Both Liz and Clyde couldn't imagine what the young man wanted and thought that he must have mistaken them for another couple. But it wasn't a mistake. Anyway, he pulled them away from the exiting crowd and told them what was on his mind. He explained that the players weren't paid much money for a season. The team provided them with just a two person studio apartment. None of the players or the staff had their wives or girlfriends in town. Well you can imagine how confused both Liz an Clyde were. The trainer hadn't told them anything that most Thunderbird fans didn't already know."

"Yeah," said Emily, "even I know all of that and I've only been to two or three games with you."

"Well, Clyde went on to tell me, some of the players noticed Liz in the stands and thought she was attractive."

"He told them that?" asked Emily.

"Yeah and then a lot more. He said that the players get lonely. All of them were big deals in college and had all the pussy they could handle. I'll tell you just like he told me as best I can remember," said Jake.

"Please. Just tell me what he told you. You don't have to edit anything that he said. I want to know everything."

"The trainer just came right out with it. He told Liz and Clyde that they players wanted to get to know Liz very well for the rest of the season. It was sort of a perk for the players and something to keep them happy. He told Clyde that if they could work things out with his pretty wife he would be comped the best seats, parking and food and drinks for the entire season."

Emily didn't know how to react to what she had just been told. "So, Jake, let me get this straight. You're saying that one of the players saw Liz, liked her and wanted her to be his mistress?"

"No, that's not it at all. All of the players and the staff wanted to get to know her. Of course we know that means get to fuck her."

"How many players are there?"

"When the roster is full there are ten. Three on the coaching staff."

"That's just the most unbelievable thing I've ever heard. I don't know Liz well but I can't imagine her doing something like that. Maybe I'm assuming too much but I guess Clyde and Liz went along with the trainer's suggestion."

"They did. Clyde says it's the best thing that ever happened to them."




White Wife



"That's just crazy. So Liz, who I thought was a nice woman, is really just a slut." said Emily as she took another sip from her glass.

"I think that's a little strong Emily. Clyde told me that she had only had sex with two other guys before him and they didn't really count. He also told me that he wanted them to get involved in swinging or watching her with other guys but nothing had ever happened until Brad, that's the name of the trainer, proposed what he did to them."

"You men. You must all be crazy. How could a man like Clyde allow her to do something like that? Doesn't he know that's the end of their marriage. They have three kids if I remember correctly."

"Clyde told me that their marriage has never been stronger. Their relationship in every way, including sex, never better."

"Well, I imagine that was music to your ears. Let's face it what you have been wanting me to do is what Liz is actually doing. I just can't believe it. Someone we know and right here in Fargo."

"Well, if you want to know everything there's more." Jake took another drink and wasn't sure how he would tell her the rest of the story.

"Tell me," she said eagerly.

"He said that the players had asked Liz if she had a friend. I guess no matter how great she is they have been with her for two months and she's probably a little predictable. Anyway he asked me, what about Emily?"

"What! Are you telling me that Clyde Monroe asked you if I would do what Liz is doing? I can't believe it." She said indignantly. 

"Believe it. That's exactly what he suggested. Not only that but we met this morning at break and continued the conversation. He thinks that what this has done for Liz and him it would do for us. He asked me if I wanted Liz to give you a call." 

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him not to do anything until you and I talked like we're talking now."

"Well nobody, not Clyde, not Liz and not you can believe that I would do anything like that."

"That's exactly what I told Clyde. He said that all women have the same kind of thoughts that men do. They wonder what it would be like to be with different men. Bigger men. Especially big black men."

"Well, your pervert friend Clyde is wrong. Here's one woman who doesn't wonder what it would be like to be with anyone but her husband. I don't need a different man. I don't want a bigger man or a black man." As she said this she knew that it wasn't the total truth. Of course, she had fantasies about other men. However, thinking about something and doing something were two different things. 

"Well Emily, that's the story about last night. Now you can understand why I couldn't remember anything about the second half."

"I do. And now, I also understand why you were so horny last night."

"I won't lie to you. What Clyde told me did turn me on. When you slipped into bed and I felt your warm skin touch mine I was a goner."

Strangely, Emily smiled at Jake. "Look honey I don't want to rain on your parade but I'm not Liz. I'm me." She said as she looked at him longingly trying to get him to understand.

"I'll say you're not Liz. You're ten times prettier than her. It's impossible that she can fuck like you can. Hell, honey, no woman can. During the second half of the game I thought about Liz and her fucking the guys on the team that I was watching play ball. I got hot. Then, somehow, I stopped thinking of her and thought of you with a big black man between your legs. I looked at every player, those on the court and those on the bench and imagined them with you. I looked at the coach, who by the way, is also black and imagined him fucking you. Hell, it's a wonder I was even able to drive home at all."

Emily was almost speechless but she had just one word to ask her forthright husband, "Really?"

"Really," answered Jake. "Maybe this is crazy baby but since I talked with Clyde at the game and during our break this morning it's about all I think about." 

He wasn't sure but he thought he felt her move closer to him. Neither of them said anything. She put her glass on the coffee table and reached up to bring his face close to her upturned face until their lips touched. They could each taste the wine from the other. Jake thought Emily was breathing harder. He reached down to touch her leg. The skirt had risen to mid thigh the way she was sitting on the sofa. The second his fingers came in contact with her bare skin her legs parted slightly in invitation. The kiss got hotter. His hand alternated between her thigh and her left boob. Even through the bra he could feel the swollen nipple that he imagined was just aching to be touched.

Emily didn't know what to think. She couldn't ever remember being hotter than she was right now. It wasn't the wine. It was the words from her husband that seduced her. It was knowing that a woman she knew right here in Fargowas being fucked on a regular basis by a dozen different black men. But, most of all, it was knowing that Liz, Clyde and her own husband wanted her to do the same thing. As she kissed her husband she was frantic and almost gasping for air. 

"Oh Jake baby, baby fuck me. I'm so empty I need to be filled up."

"Let's go to the bedroom."

"No! Fuck me here. Fuck me now."

"What about the kids?"

"They're asleep. Stop talking and start fucking."

In no time they were both naked. Jake thought her pussy was wet last night, the wettest it had every felt to him, but tonight it was much wetter. She came when his finger just touched her outer lips and had to muffle a cry by biting her lower lip. When his cock slipped in she started coming and didn't stop until he shot into her a few minutes later.

In the afterglow they cuddled. Jake had said a word during their loving making. Hell, it wasn't love making it was plain old fucking. "Honey, you're just incredible. The very best."

"You have to say that, I'm your wife."

"You're my wife all right but I don't have to say that. You are simply the hottest, most beautiful woman in the world and without a doubt the best fuck. Don't get pissed at what I'm about to say my darling but I think all of the talk about Liz, you and the team really got to you."

Emily used the device that had worked so well for her during their marriage when a very serious question, even tough just implied, was asked; she just made light of it. "Oh you do do you?"

This time it didn't work. "Yes baby I do. I think you thought about fucking all those black guys."

"Jake I've told you a thousand times, you're all I need, all I want."

"I know you've said that. But now I think we have a lot to think about and we don't need to do it tonight. We don't need to decide anything right now. But, we can't pretend what just happened didn't happen or ignore why it happened."

"Let's go to bed honey," she said. 

It didn't take many minutes to straighten up the scene of the crime and head to their room.  That night in two different beds in the small town four people thought about the same subject in different ways.

Clyde Monroe thought about his friend Jake and especially his friend's drop dead gorgeous wife, Emily. Fuck, he thought, I hope she comes on board and I get to watch her fuck at one of the team parties. I can just imagine her on her back with her toes pointed to the ceiling while guy after guy pounded into her just like they did Liz.

Liz Monroe, lying next to her husband that she thought must be sleeping was also thinking of Emily. I don't know her very well, thought Liz, but I do know that she thinks she's better than anyone else. Now that she knows what I've been doing I'm sure that she's looking down her nose at me. Well, Emily Daniels, I'm going to do everything I can to get you to spread your legs for the team just like me.

Jake Daniels was thinking about everything that had happened in just twenty four hours. Now, he thought that his beautiful wife just might consider what Clyde had suggested. If she did how would he react? Would he be jealous? He thought that he might be? However, he knew that the jealousy would be eclipsed by the incredible excitement he would feel when she left to be with some of the team. Also, he wondered and would have to ask Clyde, was there ever a chance to watch? If there was could he actually survive his wife kissing, sucking and fucking others right before his eyes? He thought that he could. Now, how to make it happen?

Emily Daniels was on fire. She didn't want to move and wake Jake but she was seething. ake had done his very best to put out the fire that was raging through her unsatisfied body but, she had to admit, it wasn't enough. Tonight certainly wasn't the first time that she could have used another round or two but it was different. For the first time in her life she was beginning to think that there just might be a way to put out the fire. It was unbelievable to her that her husband would allow her, no not allow, that he was enthusiastically encouraging her to fuck a bunch of black basketball players. Could she do it? Would she do it? How would it be arranged? What were the chances of her kids, her parents, her sister, Jake's mom, people at the PTA, church, neighbors ever finding out about it if she did? It seemed like there was enormous risk to her marriage and reputation. But, had some line already been crossed? Were events in play that would make all of this happen? What would it be like to be with a different man? What would it be like to welcome a cock that was bigger than the only one that had entered her? What would it be like to fuck more than one man? Lastly, what would it be like to fuck a black man? As this last thought spun around her brain she came as quietly as possible so as not to wake Jake. She could feel the moisture on the inside of her thigh and running down the crack of her ass.

Chapter three

Emily was almost shy at breakfast when Jake came into the kitchen morning. She didn't look him in the eye as she always did. 

"What's with you this morning, beautiful?"

"Nothing. Just getting ready for the day."

"Well," Jake asked, "What about last night?"

She cleared her throat and said, "What do you mean, honey?"

"Oh come on Emily. What happened, happened. What was said was said. What we both felt we felt. Don't pretend it was just a dream."

She spoke so softly he could barely hear her. "It wasn't a dream it was real. I'm afraid, Jake. It seems as if things are spinning out of control. Like it doesn't really matter how I feel about things."

"Oh, baby, you're so wrong. All that matters is how you feel about things. I just see an opportunity that has fallen in our laps. All that I want is for you to be taken to sexual heights that you have never been able to imagine. To do that I need help and I think, if you're honest with yourself, you'll agree." 

"I'm so confused I don't know what to think."

Jake decided to change the subject, well sort of change the subject when he said, "Baby the team from Oklahoma is in town. Shall I see if I can get tickets for tonight?"

Emily knew that this was more than about going to a basketball game. How she answered might change their lives forever. She could say that she didn't want to go to the game and that would be the end of it, at least for the moment. Or, she could tell him to see if he could get tickets to the game which they both knew meant more than get tickets to the game.

Jake waited patiently. As he watched her, it was obvious she was agonizing over something that seemed to be so innocent but both knew was not. She chewed on her bottom lip. She took a sip of coffee. It seemed like minutes had passed since he asked her about the game but it was less than that when she said, "Okay, see if you can get tickets. If you can, I imagine they'll be in the bleachers across from the bench, right?"

Wow! It seemed to Jake as if being a spectator at a minor league professional basketball game tonight was really like an audition. "Right."

Nothing else was said. Jake left for work with a heart rate that was higher than normal, sweaty palms and a nagging question for himself. Would he regret what he was trying to make happen?. Hell, would it even happen? Then, when he realized that ten black ball players, their black coach and his assistants and a young trainer would have a perfect view of his beautiful wife he knew what would happen.

Emily took the kids to school. When she got home she called the Petersens next door and asked Alice if Derrick and Jane could spend the evening at their house until she and Jake returned from the game. Then she started think about what to wear to a basketball game. Not just any basketball game but probably the most important one she would ever see.

During the morning break Clyde asked, "So tell me man, did you talk with Emily?"

"Oh yeah. We talked all right. And, guess what, we're going to the game tonight."

"No shit man. Does that mean what I think it means?"

"Clyde, I'm not really sure what it means. I'll know a lot more when I see how Emily is dressed for the game."

During the day Jake made arrangements for the tickets which were about in the same place as he always sat and very near where Clyde and Liz sat during the first game of the season. He found that he couldn't eat lunch, his stomach was too upset. 

Emily was also busy during the day. However what she was doing didn't have anything to do with the household. It was all very personal. She went shopping. She had her nails manicured and pedicured. 

Jake got home from work a little later than usual, it was almost 6:00. Game time was at 7:35. They would have to leave the house before 7:00 because he had to pick up the tickets at will call. 

"I'm home," he called out.

"Hi honey," he heard from the bedroom through the closed door. "The kids are next door. They're eating with the Petersens and staying there until we get home. I told Alice we might be late."

"Okay. We need to leave in about 45 minutes."

"Not a problem. Come on in and get ready. I'll be in the bathroom. If you need to use the bathroom use the kid's. Is that okay?"

"Sure."

Jake took a pair of tan slacks, a pair of loafers and a button-down collar shirt from his closet and a clean set of carefully folded underwear from his dresser drawer and carried them into the bathroom that was between the kids bedrooms that they shared.  He showered, shaved, changed into his clothes and then waited in the den for Emily.

When she walked through the archway he couldn't believe what he saw. There was his beautiful wife more beautiful than ever. She was wearing a floral sun dress that fell to just above her knees and had just a tiny strap over each shoulder and just a hint of cleavage at the bodice. There sure wasn't any sign of bra straps but he knew she had bras that didn't have straps. However, as he looked more closely, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing any kind of a bra. On her pretty feet were high heel sandals that made her perfect legs even better, if that was possible. Her hair was brushed loose and fell to her shoulders. She didn't need much makeup but tonight it had been applied to perfection. He could smell the perfume that she almost never wore, only for very, very special times.

"How do I look?" She asked as she twirled around and the hem of her dress rode a few inches up her bare thighs.

"Like a wet dream."

"Oh you." She said trying to sound nonchalant.

Jake knew that she was much more nervous than she wanted him to think she was. They seemed to be lost in their private thoughts as he drove to the Civic Center. He was sure that no woman had ever attended a basketball game at the Civic Center dressed like Emily was or who could hold a candle to her incredible looks.

By 7:30 they were seated in their section. The Cavalry, from Ft. Sill, were taking their seats. The Thunderbirds were just finishing their warm up. Both Emily and Jake looked at the team in a different way than ever before. Before tonight, these ten men at the end of the court were players on a team. Tonight, they were men. They were, with the exception of just two, black men. Both Emily and Jake noticed shoulders, necks, thighs and asses differently than before. Neither the husband or the wife paid the slightest attention to how each man played. How did he dribble, dunk, make a layup, shoot from the paint or farther made no difference to either this night. Rather, tattoos, feet and hands, lips, noses, eyes and hair – long braided rastifarin or dread lock style or totally shaved – had much more meaning.

Both teams huddled and received their instructions from their coaches. A ref blew his whistle and the two teams assembled around the circle in the middle of the court. The basketball was tossed into the air. The game was on. 

Neither Emily or Jake paid a lot of attention to the action on the floor. It was the action on the bench that was of interest to both of them. Sure enough, almost the minute the game began they noticed players pointing at them and talking amongst themselves. When a player was relieved and took his seat on the bench almost immediately another player would talk with him and point to the bleacher section across the court. 

"So Emily, what do you think of the team?"

"Oh, I like the game," she answered.

"I didn't ask you about the game, I asked you about the team."

Emily turned a shade of red. "I know what you asked me. I guess the team is, oh well, this is difficult, I guess the team is what should I say impressive."

"Yeah, that's what I think too. Have you noticed them looking at you? Have you seen them point?"

"Oh, this is embarrassing me. But, yes I've seen them point and look at me."

"How does that make you feel?" Jake wanted to know. After all, he had arranged to have her displayed. Interestingly, only he, Emily, the team and Clyde among the two thousand people in the auditorium knew what was going on. Everyone else was oblivious to the pointing and whispering on the bench.

"I'm not sure. Nervous. Wanted."

"You've got it baby. They want you they all want you."

"Look, Jake, maybe we're just imagining things. Let's just watch the game, Okay?"

Not much more was said. Jake frankly expected Clyde to approach them during the halftime but he avoided them. He hadn't even looked their way during the first half although he certainly knew they were there. Like two nights before, Jake had a hot dog and a Coors. Emily a hot dog and a coke sitting at the same small table Clyde and Jake had sat at. 

During the second half it seemed as if the pointing and chatting on the bench actually increased. Finally, the whistle blew and the game was over.

Both Emily and Jake's hearts were pounding in their chests. It seemed like they were walking in slow motion as they walked down the stairs to the concourse level and headed toward the exit being swept along in a river of people. Before they got to the exit, a young man came up behind Jake and tapped him on the shoulder. Very politely he said, "May I have a word with you?"

Jake turned and looked at the smiling young man and said, "What can I do for you?"

"Let's go over here and sit down where we can have some privacy. It's not what you can do for me. Oh, I guess it is. But, it is also what can I do for you." He smiled at Emily who seemed to be about to pass out.

"I'm Brad," he said while reaching out to shake their hands.

"We're Jake and Emily."

"Jake, I think we have a mutual friend named Clyde. Clyde is one of our special supporters."

"Yeah, I know Clyde," said Jake.

"Clyde tells me that you and he had a long conversation at halftime during the Albany game."

"We did talk that night," said Jake.

"Well, let me get right to the point. I've never ever seen our team as excited as they were tonight. I'm not sure anyone was paying a bit of attention to the game. I don't even see how we won. All they cared about was the beautiful lady in the stands across the court. That's you Emily. You've got a fan club. I can say that."




White Wine



We board the plane just as the final call is made. You hold my hand as we jog up the plank and down the aisle to our seats. First class, for the first time and I am excited. I sit on the inside near the window with you next to me. We are on our way to my hometown; you've never been before, but, since we are engaged, we both figure meeting my extended family is inevitable.

I watch you closely as you lean back in your seat, eyes lightly closed. Your sexiness is evident in everything about you. Your firm jawline and wide set features fit perfectly with your large frame. I notice you still hold my hand on top of your stomach. I squirm in my seat, remembering what lies just south of my hand. At my movement you gaze over at me with those brilliant eyes.

"You okay?" You ask, naïve of my thoughts.

"Sure am. What about you?"

"I'm a little nervous... but excited too." You smile.

Not excited enough I think to myself and grin. I consider saying it, but decide against it and, instead, lay my head on your strong shoulder. You aren't on the same page as I am and it is better this way, afterall, an airplane is not the easiest place to satisfy our needs. Why should we both suffer with the visions of our bodies writhing together, our cries of ecstasy mingled as you push yourself deep inside my hot wet chamber? Oh God, how am I going to make it through this 6 hour flight and then hours of family time before I get you alone??? I need to think about something else.

Luckily, the stewardess is coming through to take our drink orders. Your eyes glint as you look over her supple body in the short skirt. The blond stops and stutters looking you over as you just did her. In my state I am slightly annoyed at this. I watch as you openly flirt with the girl as I sit next to you thinking only of your touch. I look out the window and mindlessly order my drink. She leans over to hand it to me her breasts shamelessly in your face.

"Wow, what an interesting pin," You comment of the wings that decorate her breast.

She fumbles with my drink, sending it all over my neck and chest. She apologizes as she spits and stumbles to clean my summer dress. Accidentally grazing my breast, she pulls back quickly. I look at her and smile through my annoyance.

"Its okay I know it wasn't YOUR fault." I glance knowingly at you and then away as we hit a patch of turbulence.

The captain puts on the seatbelt sign and I am unable to get up to clean. Stuck in my sticky white-wined dress, I pat my body and look away. I'm not as angry as I seem, but, as you are so eager to make it up to me, I allow you to think I am very annoyed.

"Baby, now, come on don't be mad at me." You sputter.

I ignore you pouting out the window. Your hand grazes my knee and you are very attentive with every part of your body.... except the part I really need right now. I think of your hand running up my thigh to find me wet and waiting, and shiver with delight. Your fingers could be searching, rolling my clit in small circles. Stroking my wetness, making me drip. I'm lost in the idea of it, squirming in my seat. You squeeze my knee and I glance over at you and you smile, almost as if you know what I am thinking. The seatbelt light goes off and I quickly rise to go wash my sticky neck, chest and arms.

Walking swiftly down the aisle, I open the door and walk in, turning to close it behind me but you are there. You push me lightly backwards until my ass rests on the sink counter, a glint in your eyes.

"You aren't really mad at me are you, love?" You tilt your head and come so that you are speaking just above my face. You look so sexy and, to have your body lightly pressing against mine, our chests just grazing, causes my nipples to harden and my breath to become shallow.

"N-no. Not really but now I'm all sticky from the wine and, you have to admit, it is your fault...giving her the eye, commenting on her breasts-" 

"I did not, I merely commented on her pin. You know there's nothing in the world better than your breasts." You breath, your mouth getting closer with each word to my lips and your hands slide across my chest to find my already erect nipples.

I gasp and you take advantage, diving in to taste my mouth. You taste sweet as your tongue slides in and out of my gaping mouth. It runs along my teeth and lips lightly, only to drive inwards savagely. You hands skim my sides down to my hips. Suddenly I am on the counter and you are between my long legs. I wrap my arms around your back to grab your shirt and pull it upwards and my legs cross, instinctively around your waist. We break as I pull your shirt up and over your head. My nails lightly score your chest and stomach and I growl with appreciation. I've never seen a man as beautiful as you. You smile wickedly. "See? You're not half as mad as you thought you were, are you?"

"Just because I want you doesn't mean I'm not mad at you for the spilled wine buddy!" I laugh pushing my nail into your chest.

"Well, I know you are sticky so let me fix that." You whisper as you lean forward to lap at my jawline. You start at my chin sucking and nibbling towards my ear as I stretch my neck back allowing you free access.

Sucking on my earlobe, you blow in my ear as you ask, "You like that?"

"Mmmmmhmmmm."

"Good," you whisper before continuing down my neck to my collar bone. I start to gasp, you know how hot I get when you suck and play with my neck.

You shove your hand into my hair, which pushes my neck back further as you rain kisses all across my chest and back up to the curve of my shoulder. My nails dig into your back... I shake and my legs pull you closer. I don't know how long I can stand to not have you.

"Please..." I beg.

"Please? So soon? Im not even close to being done with you yet." You chuckle as you continue to tease me.

You kiss each of my freckled shoulders before slipping my spaghetti straps down my arms to free my breasts. The cool air glides over them as you gaze down at my pale pink hardened nipples. You cup one breast as if it were perfect and bend down to flick the other with your hot tongue. I arch my back wanting more of your touches. You oblige and begin sucking with earnest at one aching nipple. The other one is not being neglected however: your fingers are rolling it lightly.

I can feel you hard in your jeans pushing against me. My eyes closed I run my hands down your back, sending shivers through your body and distracting you just enough so that I can circle your waist and unbutton your pants to release him into my hands. You gobble away at my breast and instead of stopping when I take your cock in my hand you suck on it with increased fervor. "Uhhhh...oh god please..." You laugh against my nipple and slide your tongue across to the valley between my breasts, heading once again up my neck.. I shiver as I feel your hands pull at my waist. Your tongue invades my mouth as you grind your now free member against the wet cotton of my thong. My whole body is aching and my mouth waters for the taste of you. I reach my hands lower to fondle your balls as I slide off of the counter. I turn you quickly as you lose concentration and power. My grin has the devils glint in it as I pull from your mouth and begin to torture you as you have teased me.

I lick and bite your neck and hear you growl as your hands tighten on my ass. Moving to your nipples I tug at them with my teeth as I flick them lightly with my moist tongue. "Mmmmm you taste so good... I have to do this I have to have you all." Gazing up at your closed eyes and head thrown back in bliss, I drop down to my knees in front of you. I lick at the sensitive skin of your thighs and stomach, teasing you by not touching the hardness in front of me. Breathing heavily on the tip of you I ask "Are you sure you want me to do this?" I flick my tongue out quickly to taste the drop of pearly liquid. Your response is to grab at my hair and moan loudly.

Giggling, I begin licking at the base of you. I flick the underside of your length, moving from side to side, up and down until I reach your ballsack. Flicking in between them, my left hand cupping one of them and the other pumping your shaft. I take one of them completely in my mouth and suck on what is my desire. I feel them tense at my touch and grin as I move up again to capture your head in my watering mouth. I stick my tongue inside the tiny hole turning slightly to push my way in. Sucking softly I roll my tongue around the head of you before bobbing up and down your length coating you with my heat. Intent on having you spew your warm tangy liquid into my wating mouth, my hand pumping, my mouth moving faster and faster...

Suddenly you pull me upward with a loud growl that verges on a scream. Quickly swallowing the slightly bitter liquid that I worked so hard for, I smile wide and begin to laugh wickedly.

"I win!" 

"oh I see so you think that we're done?" You laugh beneath your breath and there is that evil grin again. 

You grab my ass and pull me close until your mouth is just above mine, you breath against my lips. I arch my back trying to get closer to you but you pull away.

"Tease!" I growl beneath my breath and yank your head down to mine. Pulling you until your mouth meets with mine, our tongues ravagely spearing one another. 

You lick across my jawline and bite on the softness of my neck as your hands rest beneath my kneecaps. Pushing my legs up and out so that I am fully exposed to the cool air. I gasp and your mouth moves down to the smooth skin of my stomach. You nibble at my inner thigh and lick closer, and closer to my aching clit. You lick my outer lips moving slowly up one and down the other, avoiding my little button. I attempt to squirm but with your hands restraining my legs all I manage to do is push my dripping pot into your mouth. You moan, sending shivers through my body making me cry out a little louder than I should have. 

"Shhhhhh..." You whisper onto my extending clit and begin to roll your tongue in small circles at the top of my clit. My whole body is rocking with pleasure as my hand pulls at your head. You suck the folds into your mouth and I am lost. Biting my lip, I attempt to muffle my scream as my whole world rises up and then collapses inside. You continue licking my cum as my body recovers from the racking orgasm. You rise to meet my waiting mouth and I taste the salty sweetness of my cum.

The seat belt light has come on and we have to go back to our seats that have been empty for most of the flight. You gingerly clean my swollen cunt as I wipe down your once again slightly hardened cock.

"I'll take care of that later." I smile, patting your stomach lightly. 

Slipping on my dress again I open the door and walk down the aisle to our seats, you will wait so we aren't obvious. Sitting down, I look up and see the stewardess looking at me with a small grin on her pretty face.

"Thank you!" I mouth. She smiles... I have a feeling this won't be the last time I see her...



White Winged Dove







White Wings



There's something about travel that changes you. When you're between here and there, you're not who you usually are. There's always more opportunity all around you, new people to meet, new doors to go through, new places to explore. You're unmoored from your typical routine, your daily connect-the-dots, always drawing the same pictures day after day. Home, work, shop, friends, repeat. But when you're traveling, you can be someone else. You can do whatever else you want, while you're away. That's what I love about it. That's really why I do what I do. It's like the rules don't just change, they go away entirely and you're completely free.

The D.C.–Dallas hop was not one of the best flights to be assigned. Pretty much any hop in or out of D.C. has all kinds of... well you know the type. We call them sweethearts, because that's what they almost always call us. Politicians, lobbyists, lawyers, anyone who works in Washington and thinks they're the sexiest thing who ever smirked at a flight attendant. I had one of them offer to share his "ice cream" with me once. I think they all follow an unwritten rule: the older and less attractive they get, the more appealing they believe we think they are.

The D.C.–Dallas red-eye was not my first assignment, but it was the one where I earned my white wings.

Sorry for all the jargon... I'm actually not supposed to talk about the white wings. But pay attention to the color of your air hostess' wings the next time you fly, at least, those of us who wear uniforms with the little metal wings over the breast. Usually they're just decorative. Most of the time they're gold or silver. A lot of airlines have their hosties wear uniforms that don't have wings, they go by another special indicator that's unique to them. A special color scarf, or maybe a tiny pin fixed to their namebadge. But look carefully. If you're very lucky, and you see a hostess wearing wings that are white, she is special. She belongs to a very select class of hostess.

Maybe you've heard of Lisa Robertson. She tried to get her white wings with a pretty famous Hollywood actor. She not only failed—although she did get to fuck him, the lucky girl—but she was canned almost immediately by Quantas, and she was humiliated in the press for years afterward. That's not how it works. She should have known better. It's planned. It's coordinated. You don't get to just crash that club... you have to be invited. I feel bad for her though, because in her situation, I can't say I could have done anything differently.

A lot of hosties talk in whispers about it when no one else is around... quite a few of them actively "pledge", if you know what I mean. They say they want their wings and are always joking—but not really joking—about their in-flight boyfriends or BOBs, trying to get the other hosties to set them up for their debut. The debut is their first time. The first time they fuck a passenger in flight.

In order to earn their white wings, though, they have to not only be invited, there are things they have to actually do for the initiation to have been successful. You don't just fuck a passenger, you have to present the correct poise, affect the right composure. It's about attitude, skill, and chemistry. My own debut happened without my realizing it was happening. I had no idea what was really going on. All I knew was that I was that I had little choice but to obey.

The Denver hop was heavy in back, light in front. There are two classes in the planes that my airline flies: business class and executive class. There is no economy class on these planes. Business seats were full of people; the executive class was nearly empty, with the exception of three men wearing expensive suits. One of them I had seen before, and talked with him a little bit on a previous flight between Dallas and Washington. His name was Gavin. I didn't get his last name, he told me he flew to Denver any chance he got so he could ski. He worked for a government contractor having something to do with biological testing for the FDA, I think. Whatever it was, he traveled in style, and I claimed him as my in-flight boyfriend... something us hosties do when we're lucky enough to get to cozy up to a cute guy on a flight.

The Boeing Business Jet, or the "Beeb" as we call it, is based on the 737 and is a narrow-body, twin-engine, medium range airliner similar to what most everyone has flown once or twice. But Beebs are completely different on the inside. I love when people who have never flown on one before come aboard the first time: it's like their first experience in a limousine. They gasp and smile, astonished at the luxury. And our aircraft isn't even one of the nicer ones... there are BBJ2s and 3s that make ours look like a motor coach. And they recently announced plans for the MAX-8 and MAX-9. That takes it to a level of opulence most normal people couldn't even imagine. Not even in the movies.

That's not to say our plane is cheap. Ours has plush leather recliners with sofas in the executive class, a couple of fully-stocked galleys, high-speed internet, private televisions with video on-demand and a full-size lavatory with shower.

I had been working the business class the past few weeks with Deana and Jessica, and I hadn't seen Gavin in a few months. I was disappointed; I kept looking for him, hoping he'd be headed out for a ski weekend, but week after week went by and I saw no sign of him. Executive class girls were generally a bit more experienced than me, in the service for five years or more, and although no one talked about it, there were stricter standards when it came to body shape, hair, age and even voice. You "age out" of executive class at 36. Anyone who was paying attention understood that those women were the "elite" of the cabin crew.

But not even those were as elite as the ones wearing white wings. Once you earn those wings, you keep them the rest of your career. Sometimes you move up to private charter planes, and those experiences are harshly confidential.

Deana was the one working the front of the plane on our hops. She's the lead flight attendant, the A. Jessica is the B, and I'm the C, because I had the least seniority. I liked Deana a lot, she and Jessica were good friends, and I always liked to hang out with them on layovers. We'd go to bars or clubs, sometimes catch a movie. They were lots of fun, I could tell they'd been friends for years, and Deana seemed to take me under her wing a little bit, like a sorority "big" does with her new sister. She was patient and sweet with me. She knew I liked Gavin, even though I wasn't working his class, she took over for me back in business class so I could spend more time with him during that flight.

So imagine my surprise when I see Gavin board. He recognized me and gave me a big smile, as though he had been looking for me as well. I was almost giddy as I went through the usual preflight briefing. Deana knew I was excited, too, but there was something different about her smile that night. I wasn't sure what it meant, it was mischievous and sly, like she knew something she wasn't going to tell me. After we had finished pre-flight, I made sure to sit with her in the jumpseats as we taxied and took to the air.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked her. 

"Cause your man is here," she answered coyly. "You've been missing him."

"I'm going to get him to invite me skiing," I said. "You watch."

"Oh I have no doubt. He'd be stupid not to want to take you home with him."

I'm sure I had a smile on my face like a silly young schoolgirl. "You going to be up there all night tonight?"

"Not tonight, no," she smiled. "I'm going to let you finish the beverage service, and then I think I'll help Jessica do ICS in business and let you have a few minutes with him. If he's sleeping, though, don't wake him."

"I won't," I promised, but I knew in my heart he wouldn't be sleeping tonight.

"There's a pregnant woman in the exit row, did you notice?" Deana quizzed me.

"I did, and I asked her if she could handle helping out in an emergency, and she swore to us she can, so Jessica and I let her stay there."

"Do you know the regulation about that?"

"There isn't one," I said confidently, even though I knew I could have been wrong. But I was pretty sure there wasn't.

"There isn't," she smiled to me. "You're fine."

I know I was extra cheerful with the pax that night, taking drink orders and passing out menus for late-night snacks. We don't push a beverage cart on our plane, thank god. Drinks are served in glassware, and Jessica is a talented mixologist. We have two galleys, but since a lot of our hops are late at night, most people aren't interested in eating much and the smell and sound of food isn't helpful when others are trying to sleep, which is what we try to encourage people to do. Once everyone who wanted drinks had been served and everyone was either comfortably tucked in to sleep or watching a movie with their headphones, I slipped into the executive class and looked for Gavin. I turned and took a last look at Deana. She winked to me and nodded, and I pulled the curtain closed behind me.

The other two men he was traveling with were asleep. Gavin was reading a book by a tiny booklight he had brought with him, wearing a beautiful black suit that looked like it cost more than my car back in Boulder. He smiled when he saw me. I felt like I was sneaking into someone's house, and I know I was radiating with excitement to see him.

"Hi," he whispered. "I really hoped I would get to see you tonight."

"Hi Gavin," I answered softly as I moved to stand by his seat. "How are you?" I tried to rein in my enthusiasm for him, but I don't think he was fooled.

"Just perfect. Heading to Breckenridge to see the Ullr Fest and do a little skiing." He closed his book on his bookmark and put it aside, turning in his seat toward me. I gestured toward the empty seat between us, and he nodded. I slid into the seat and crossed my legs, letting my short, dark navy blue pencil skirt slide up my thighs a bit. Part of me was tempted to be more modest, but I didn't move to fix it. I enjoyed watching his eyes glance for the slightest of moments at my legs, the tops of my stockings showing just along the hem of my skirt.

"Have you been out of Washington since I saw you last?" I asked him.

"Yeah, all over. Portland, San Diego, Barcelona. Sometimes I forget where I'm even going until I actually get there."

"That sounds exhausting. But I do know the feeling. Jet lag is a curse."

"I don't do too badly, especially when I know I'm going to like where I'm going." He gave me another warm smile. I could feel the butterflies storming in my chest, unable to help but imagine what his lips might feel like pressed tightly to my own. The lights in executive were low, what little illumination there was coming from the gentle running lights along the upper slope of the walls, bouncing a warm glow against the cream colored surface, and the tiny chain of aisle lights along the floor. The hum of the aircraft covered our voices from disturbing the other two men who seemed to take no notice of our conversation.

"I don't mean to keep you up, if you want to sleep," I offered quietly.

"I'll sleep in a little bit. But what I'd really like right now is a drink."

"You weren't served a drink? Oh, I'll get you one. What would you like?" I was surprised at first that Deana had not served him, but smiled to myself when I realized she had deliberately left that privilege to me.

"A Jack and Coke would be perfect."

I smiled, happy at the opportunity to do something just for him. "Let me get that for you." I rose and hurried to the forward galley. Usually I would get Jessica to mix someone a drink, but I knew how to mix Jack Daniels and Coke in a glass together.

The only problem was finding them. I grabbed a glass and entered the passcode on the tiny little keypad and opened the liquor cabinet, but couldn't find any Jack Daniels. I must have moved every bottle in there, hoping there was a bottle of Jack behind it. No luck. I really didn't want to have to go back to the aft galley because then Jessica would know I was mixing a drink, and besides, to have to walk past Gavin apologizing would feel completely stupid, and tonight I wanted only to be perfect for him...

I hadn't heard him coming up the aisle behind me as I was hurriedly shuffling bottles around in my desperate hunt for whiskey. I don't know how long he was standing in the doorway leering at my body as I was crouched in front of the little cabinet with my butt in the air. But when I straightened up, I saw his silhouette standing mere inches away and I almost gasped in surprise. 

I was about to say something, but he came at me and kissed me fully on the lips. I gave a soft, surprised moan, still holding the pint glass in my hand. His hands slid behind my head, fingers slipping into my wavy auburn hair and held my face to his, his lips conquering mine with no reluctance. It only took me a moment to relent, and I gave a soft whimper, returning his kiss in full. I carefully set the glass down on the countertop and wrapped my arms around him, our lips devouring each other's. He ran a hand down my back and pulled my waist tightly against him, making his desire known. At that moment I didn't care that I was working, didn't care that we were thirty thousand feet from anything resembling a bed. I wanted him so badly in that moment, all I wanted was to forget everything else but him.

We kissed for several passionate minutes, our hands pulling at each other, our bodies pressed tightly together in the dark little enclave. At last he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "I want you," he breathed. "I want you right now."

"Yes," I heard myself say. "I want you too."

"Will you do what I say?"

It was an unexpected question. But my lust had taken over me and I couldn't refuse him. "Yes. I'll do whatever you want," the words seemed to tumble out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"Take off your jacket," he commanded.

I felt a pang of fear run through me, as the thought of being caught in flagrante delicto with a passenger is something that usually keeps hosties from doing what I was about to do, and I liked my job. I wasn't worried so much for Deana or Jessica, but the captain was on the flight deck behind a closed door that could open any moment, and the forward lavatory was right across from where we were. But I definitely was not thinking straight, and all I could think of was feeling his cock reaching into me, again and again, harder and harder.

I quickly unbuttoned my navy uniform jacket and pulled it down my shoulders, laying it on the counter. His hands worked quickly to open the buttons on my pristine white blouse, exposing my simple black bra and upper chest, leaving the bottom tucked into my skirt. His lips fell upon me and I inhaled breathily, struggling to control my voice to keep from anyone hearing me. His mouth clutched at my throat, his teeth testing my skin, sending rushes of pleasure through me. I clung to him for support and he bent me backward, kissing, suckling and biting at my neck before lowering his mouth down my chest and tasting the upper part of my breast that my bra didn't cover. His teeth moved over the mound and bit down at the apex, through the lycra fabric, finding my rapidly stiffening nipple. I sighed as another wave poured over me, my nipple ablaze with pain-pleasure as his teeth strengthened their pinch.

He let go and breathed hot breath over my chest. "Good girl. Now take off your panties."

Without hesitation I slid my hands down my thighs and pulled the hem of my skirt up my legs, the cool air teasing the newly exposed skin of my upper thighs. I found the waistband of my black nylon panties and wriggled them down my legs, stepping out of the loose undergarment, catching one on the heel of my pump. I balanced myself with a hand on the counter and lifted my heel free, then offered Gavin the balled-up undergarment. He took them and brushed them beneath his nose, inhaling, and then slid them into one of his suit pockets and reached his hand between my legs, feeling my exposed sex. My eyes darkened and I gave a breathless sigh as I felt his fingers probe me, thick, strong fingers of a powerful man who takes want he wants. I felt another rush of pleasure sing through my body and my head fell back, his finger finding my opening and curling up inside my warmth. I felt like I was going to gush into his palm, I was so deeply and hopelessly aroused. 

"Turn around and spread your legs for me," he ordered.

"Yes," I breathed, and turned to face the window, putting my hands against the concave wall and spreading my feet apart as far as they would go in the cramped galley. I felt him pull my skirt up around my hips, my aching, glistening sex exposed to the night outside the glass. I heard him hastily undoing his suit pants, the sound of a smooth zipper being pulled, the rustling of fabric ... finally I felt something warm, thick and lusciously firm being pressed against my opening, and I craned my hips to surrender my warm and inviting womanhood to him. I fought with considerable effort the moan that rose in my throat as he pushed his muscle into me, my honeyed canal opening around him, clutching at him as he buried himself slowly and steadily inside me.

My lips gaped with a soft, aspirated sigh as I felt him bury his shaft within me. I'd never felt so wonderfully enjoined with anyone in my life. I could barely restrain my moaning as he began pumping me. I held it in, as best I could, even though I knew I was whimpering and mewling softly from the relentless pleasure of being taken by him. When I felt his fingers reach around and begin massaging my clit, I held on for only a few scant seconds before I exploded in delirious orgasm, my cry of passion tightly fixed in my throat, emerging only as faint whimpers as I clutched his cock and gyrated back against him.

I felt his hands let go of my hips and he slowed the pace of his thrusting ... I thought he was maybe close to orgasm himself and trying to hold off, but I was still so lost in the aftershocks of my first climax that I didn't look to see what he was doing. I gasped in surprise when I felt his silk tie suddenly wrapping around my eyes, pulling tight around my temples and knotted behind my head.

"What are you doing?" I asked softly.

"Don't move," he said gently. "Stay there."

I felt his cock pull free of me and I whimpered softly in protest, until I felt him crouch behind me and begin lapping at the juices that had been escaping down my inner thighs. He crouched between my legs and slipped himself between them, bringing his lips to my sex and tonguing me. I felt helplessly exposed, my naked ass presented to anyone who might wander past. I had no way of knowing whether one of the other passengers had gotten up to use the lavatory, or if Deana or Jessica had come up to check on me. But I obeyed his order to remain still, rewarded for my obedience with his warm and loving tongue, exploring my labia and clit as I slowly swayed my hips in ecstasy, my vision entirely blocked by his silk blindfold.

A stab of panic flooded me as I heard the click. One of the flight crew was coming out of the cockpit. There was virtually no time to dress, it was all I could do to pull my skirt down around me, but Gavin heard the sound too, and to my shock, held his hands around my hips preventing me from covering up. 

"No. Stay there," he said firmly.

"What? I..." I started to complain. But his hands held fast. 

"I said stay there."

I heard footsteps behind me. I reached to take the blindfold off, but Gavin saw and grabbed my wrists, stopping them. I was done. I would be fired, I thought, and I was shaking in fear and embarrassment as I felt someone stop just outside the galley. I swear I could feel the heat of the eyes on my exposed body as I stood there with a tie around my head, breathing hard, waiting for the astonished scolding that would signal the end of my employment. But I didn't hear anyone say anything. I didn't know which member of the crew was behind me, but I could feel in the shifting of weight in the floor beneath me that someone was standing behind me, staring at us. Incredibly, Gavin went back to licking at my sex, and I gave a surprised whimper of shock. What happened next, I will remember vividly the rest of my life.




White Wings



I heard a quiet unzipping. The man stood close behind me. And I felt his cock, not quite as impressive as Gavin's but quickly gaining in girth, press up into my sex and slip inside me.

The feeling that went through me is impossible to describe. I felt all at once ashamed and humiliated, outraged and indignant, and at the same time, inconceivably aroused at being seen, desired, and taken by a mysterious man, possibly even the captain, who was a handsome one, albeit married with a wife and children in Richmond. In my mind, I prayed it was the captain who was now penetrating me from behind, imagining his eyes on my body and his lust overpowering his scruples, his strong hands claiming me at the hips as he profaned his marriage with every thrust inside me. This way we would both have a secret to keep for each other. Gavin held his grip around my wrists and tongued at my clit while the second man began easing in and out of me. 

I wanted to resist. Believe me, I did. I almost did. I almost started fighting. But for those moments, I had become someone else, someone I had only fantasized about up until then. Something about these two men, Gavin between my legs, the other mystery man powerfully slamming into me from behind... I felt like a whore, in shame and simultaneously in indescribable sexual ecstasy. If it was the captain, and I let him fuck me, maybe he wouldn't have me fired after all, I remember thinking. I began moaning softly in lustful acceptance and pleasure, rocking back against him as he took me, as Gavin's frisky, fluttering tongue ravished my sensitive little pearl.

That moment in time felt all at once immediate and never-ending. I have no idea how long they fucked and tongued me, and I lost track of how many orgasms I had between them. Once Gavin realized I was no longer capable nor willing to resist, he let go of my hands and begin massaging my breasts and stroking my legs, and I pressed my hands to the wall over the window again as I was used, fondled and dominated. I felt the man behind me begin grunting and quickening his movements, and I knew he was about to cum. I momentarily thought I should resist to keep him from cumming inside me, but at that moment I heard Gavin's soft voice again, as though he could read my mind.


"Don't move."

At this point, Gavin's words affected me like none other's. Up to the point of literally throwing myself off the plane, I think I would have done absolutely everything and anything he could have thought for me to do. I was his whore, his mistress, his harem girl. Any thought of resisting now dissolved with those words, and my body felt as though it was surging with something primal, like a deeply buried instinct had taken over me, one covered over and forgotten by years and years of learned behavior, but still lurking well below the surface waiting for the right man to coax it back out of me.

The one behind me lifted my right leg and positioned it up on the countertop, my nylon-clad knee slipping a bit on the smooth marble surface. It hurt at first being stretched so wide but the pain was quickly occluded by the pleasure of being fucked even harder and wilder by the man behind me, his cock having swollen into a deliciously-sized, solid and thick member plunging into me now with a fury. I bit my lip hard to keep from crying aloud from the devastating onslaught of pleasure crashing through me from his impassioned fucking. I suddenly remembered that business class was loaded with nearly 30 people, and struggled hard to control the sounds so desperate to be released. Gavin's tongue on my clit seemed never to tire or falter, continuing to lap, stir and suckle over my button, never keeping one motion for too long.

At last the man behind me took my hips in his powerful hands and emptied himself inside me, exploding in gushes of hot seed within my body. I gasped, the loudest sound I'd made so far, and felt another dizzying whirlwind of orgasm engulf me, languidly thrashing between them as I was inseminated by a man I didn't even know. I couldn't think about pregnancy, didn't care about my job, was oblivious to where I was or what I was doing. The only thing that filled my mind at that moment was the most luscious ecstasy I had ever felt, purely and thoroughly possessed by my darling Gavin and the powerful man whose cum was splashing into my cunt as Gavin held me for him.

I shuddered and panted as I descended back to the world of muscle soreness, trepidation, and consequence. Gavin stood and helped me slide my leg down from the counter. The man behind me withdrew from me and I heard him take a towel out of the drawer and, to my mild surprise, began gently pressing it between my legs, no doubt to keep the flood of his semen from pouring down my legs. I felt warm inside, almost as if I could feel his cum permeating me, spreading and soaking me within. It was not the first time I'd felt this sensation, but after the primal fucking I had just endured it was oddly more pleasant than before. I should have been worried about pregnancy or even an STD, but I wasn't. I don't know why.

Gavin rose to his feet and easily slipped the knot holding the tie around my eyes. I stared at him, lowering my face in submission to him, my skirt falling down my legs again as Gavin took the towel from him and continued to hold it to my aching groin.

"Look behind you," he said.

I turned to look. The man who had just fucked me like a wild animal and flooded me with his jism was none other than the captain himself. Behind him was standing Deana, Jessica, and one of Gavin's companions. They had gathered in the aisle behind the captain and had watched as I had been spread open like a whore and fucked in the galley, delirious in climaxes of my own. Gavin's friend smiled to him approvingly with a subtle jump of his eyebrows, and turned to go back to his seat. Deana, Jessica and the captain were all smiling as well, but smiling as though I had won a competition.

"You're in," the captain said to me. He zipped up, gave Deana a satisfied nod, and disappeared again into the cockpit. Deana beamed proudly to me.

"What's ... he mean?" I said, my heart still pounding in my chest, not quite breathing normally yet. 

"He means you've just earned your white wings," Deana said with excited eyes. "Do you know what that means?"

I shook my head, glancing back at Gavin. "Do you know what that is?"

He nodded. "That's the whole reason I'm on this plane, sexy. You've just had your debut. Looks to me like you nailed it."

That was seven months ago, the night I joined the sisterhood of special in-flight services. My pay more than tripled, and I was taken off Deana's crew and began flying in Beeb-MAX aircraft more extravagant and swank than you could even conceive. Conference rooms, swimming pools, hot tubs, offices, theaters, game rooms. And bedrooms... my god, the bedrooms you just have to see to believe. I don't even have words to describe how lush, sumptuous and erotic they are.

I am to service them. I learned to service men and women alike, sometimes both at the same time. I fulfill their every wish and desire. I dress and undress at their pleasure. Sometimes they just want to watch me dance for them, sometimes they like to watch me with the other hostesses, kissing and making out. I've been fucked by the richest men and women in the world, married or single, doesn't matter. I've even had one or two celebrities you've probably heard of, and would never guess how their behavior changes when we're enclosed in a metal tube in the sky where no one can judge you, no one's snapping pictures of you with a telephoto lens from a window two blocks away, no one's scampering after you wanting an autograph. What happens at 35,000 feet truly stays at 35,000 feet. There are no rules up there. The only rule is that you don't ever talk about it.

But there is sex up there. A lot more than you would guess.

Oh, and Gavin. That was my last hop to Denver from D.C. I stayed in Breckenridge with him for a week, before he had to return to Washington for work. From there I was sent to the special training... well, tutors. I don't get much chance to see him, but once in a while we manage to wind up in the same city and we always find a hotel together. Most of my flights now are intercontinental, which makes it hard, but he's always worth the effort to meet him whenever I can.

You might have noticed by now that I haven't given my name. That's because no one knows what my true job is about. My friends think I'm a garden-variety flight attendant; my family thinks I live a jet-setting life of travel and adventure and romance serving peanuts and pouring soft drinks. They're not entirely wrong; I do those things too. But the woman they see when I'm on the ground is not who I am in the sky. On the ground, I'm a proud flight attendant; between here and there though, I am someone else. I'm an angel.