Carl called around at our house soon after, screwing my wife three times (once on the sofa and twice upstairs). He was very different to John. More visibly excitable and noisy during sex. A guy I've met for the first time and he was already boning my wife balls deep on our martial bed. Since then Kathy has met him 4 or 5 times but not nearly as much as either me or him would like. The last time I think, was February.

Jason

*Kathy and John* 2003

Hi all, My wife Kathy and I are a happily married, middle-class couple from the UK. We’ve been active over two years now in what has blossomed into a very fruitful relationship for both of us. What follows came after encouragement from a cuck friend of mine suggesting I write down my wife’s ‘meet’ with her very first black bull ‘John’. I’ve dramatised a bit for obvious reasons but the main points are real enough.

We had talked of bringing another man into our bedroom for a while and there were many reasons we eventually decided to go for it. Firstly, I have who I feel is a very good looking wife (Kathy, 29, 5'7, brunette, big tits and waxed legs) and feeling undeserving I wanted to share her. For years the many stories and accounts I had read on the subject of cuckolding fuelled my imagination and indeed I had myself written several fictional tales of white, married women succumbing to black males. Always I would picture my own wife in the lead role. On another level there was, we both felt, a need to experiment, which I guess after five years of marriage is something many couples go through. Kathy’s position as an Air Hostess (and the intrusive shifts that go with it) meant at the time that she was away from home a lot. We wanted to spice up our marriage and make the very most of our time together. Lastly and most importantly was that Kathy had fancied black men for ages, even as far as her late teens. Between us, we’d always been very open about what we both wanted and the idea of a black male taking over my role in the bedroom was very inviting to both of us.

I should say at this point that neither of us had done anything like this before. As a relatively normal couple with friends and close family ties, Kathy, understandably, was very worried about someone finding out. We didn’t have anyone we could really talk to and knew our first step was bound to be a little risky. Regardless, we had been talking about it for so long that we both agreed it was time to try. I should say that the regulars on the Dark Cavern chatroom were very helpful. Firstly I put some very simple adverts on a couple of contact sites to see what the response would be. I wasn’t explicit in detail, only giving a rough description of Kathy, our background and whereabouts. For the first time it felt as if I was sharing part of her and I enjoyed that very much. After just a few days I’d received maybe 7 or 8 very good replies and considerably more bogus ones. Some were from black men quite a distance from our home but none the less intriguing. The one from “John” stood out the most. Not least because he lived relatively close to us but also seemed to ooze confidence. Taking a direct approach he sent us a photo of himself in his introductory mail, adding that he was divorced with two kids and had been a ‘bull’ to several other white couples in the past. Pleased that Kathy had decided to go black he said that he was exactly what we were looking for. Maybe excitement over caution got the better of me but I sent him a photo of Kathy with more detailed information on ourselves. Straight away he replied saying he’d love to start seeing her. It really was so simple. In hindsight we were lucky.

We exchanged details for a few weeks and he spoke to my wife several times on the phone. There was no doubt Kathy was taken with him. She was getting off on it just as I was. Eventually, one weekend we arranged a time for him to call at our home. I wasn’t comfortable with him taking her out on a date just yet. That would come later. Beforehand Kathy was understandably nervous. It was her first time after all and though we knew the principles of cuckolding we had yet to experience them first hand. Our only certainty was that John, ‘the Bull’, on his first visit to our home would be in charge. I fully expected him to assert the dominance he had promised and was happy that Kathy seemed willing to do her utmost to impress him. The concept of having sex with another man she hardly knew was never far from my wife’s mind. As she got ready I remember hanging around the bedroom, horny as hell knowing he’d be here soon and what he was coming for. Expense was no issue and as such my wife had bought a tight, gold dress that held her figure a treat. It was silky thin with wafer shoulder straps and a length that fitted neatly around mid-thigh level. No bra or panties had been John's instructions, his will on this first “meet” already shining through. She looked gorgeous, a thin gold chain around her neck and tall, high heels. I recall feeling proud and understandably excited. Like all our planning and risk had paid off.

When the doorbell rang I went to get it. John was tall and imposing, mid thirties with dark brown skin and closely cropped hair. Not a sculpted figure but a big man nonetheless. He was quiet but confident as I showed him in. In fact I recall being quite intimidated in a way I’d not expected. I actually felt nervous around him too. As we had planned, Kathy was sitting cross-legged at the dining table facing the door, her dress rising up over her great legs and providing him with a perfect first impression. As soon as their eyes met I could see a look of genuine intoxication flood over my wife. She stood and I introduced them. Somehow I could already see she was still a little unnerved herself. Excited too by this strong black stud in our living room. John was a good 5 inches taller even on her high heels. He took her hand and I stepped back as he gave her a going over. Seeing them together like this was such a treat for me. They looked such a perfect couple. From then on he took charge, leading her to the sofa. They sat close together, this black stud with one eye on me as they chatted lightly. Kathy seemed eager to ask him about himself though I felt such a thrill as his hand began to roam up and down her leg.

The three of us chatted like that for 20 minutes or so. Kathy’s giddiness was showing through and certainly he was delighted by the effort she had made. I got drinks. Quite suddenly they began to kiss. A powerful sight as John began to lift and fondle my wife’s breasts through her dress. I recall sitting, hard as a nail and watching this go on. We were upstairs in our bedroom before I knew it with Kathy and John kissing heatedly in front of our bed. She was breathing hard and obviously very turned on. I remember feeling quite light headed as he took her dress and roughly pulled it down around her waist. We’d only just met him and he already had her tits out and was definitely taking charge. John quickly undressed, exposing his cock. We had both expected him to be hung, though circumcised and massively erect he was certainly impressive. They got on the bed. Beforehand Kathy had agreed that she would have sex with him without condoms. We had for years used the pill and it seemed right to continue that way. Not that it mattered. John was determined to “black” her properly and plant his creamy seed directly into my wife’s cunt. Everything seemed natural. With growing urgency our new bull pinned her legs apart neatly behind the knees, finding the spot. Kathy held his neck, her hands on his back as squeezing home he slowly began to hump against her. My wife was vocal from the start, perhaps even surprised by how John stretched her. She gasped to me once or twice that he felt big as I watched, excited and eager for him to begin fucking her hard. My wife groaning as he slid back and forth and in no time I was getting my wish. Kathy’s first time blacked and he was balls deep before long. I admired his black sack slapping on her wet cunt and knew I was going to be hooked. Erect and breathless myself I couldn't take my eyes away. John was aggressive but controlled with it too. As he humped Kathy furiously I knew we’d be seeing him again. This, I knew had been a fantasy of hers for years. Her groaning and the seeming limpness in her legs a sure sign of pleasure. With a last shunt he ground down and came heavily inside her.

Kathy and John had sex again shortly afterwards. A fun, more zesty session where he took her from behind.

The next morning we talked and agreed it had surpassed our expectations. I have to admit being pleased when she told me she wanted to see her black Bull again sooner rather than later.

Oct '03.

Our black ‘Bull’ was here again last night. Dumping his load into my wife Kathy after the two of them returned from another date. At least she no longer appears worried about being seen by someone we know. She’d worn a thin and silky black dress to impress him. Mid-thigh length, stylish and quite hugging. Kathy didn’t wear a bra with it either which I was very pleased about. When they got back John’s hand was pushed down the front, groping her tits on their way upstairs. The dress was soon off, my wife’s legs pinned apart and her body rocking sideways as he shagged her. Have to say I enjoy the impatience and aggression there appears in him these last few times. It’s a shame Kathy (an Air Hostess) has a busy schedule in the run up to Christmas. With her job she won’t be seeing as much of him as we would like.

Jason

Jerome told her to go slow...to tease us like a real stripper does. As she rolled her hips to the imaginary music, Mrs Jones dropped her housecoat off one shoulder at a time, exposing 1st one naked breast, then the other, before she let it fall to her waist, completely exposing her bare busom. Adjusting his trousers to accommodate his growing erection, Jerome said, "Them's some nice titties, Ma'am. I like big, white titties!" "Thank you," Mrs Jones replied, hefting her white breasts proudly. "I'm glad you like them" Jerome urged her on. "That's it - stick'em out" he said "Show'em to me, baby. I love it!"

Joan really got into it then, squeezing and fondling herself like a stripper putting on a sexy show for the crowd. She fondled her big titties proudly, teasing us and showing off for the camera at the same time. Zooming in on her panty covered ass, Jerome asked her to turn around, to show him that big ass. I chimed in, telling her how sexy she looked and how hot she was. I, too, taunted her to take her panties off, to show my friend Jerome her pretty white ass. As she put her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties and started rolling them down her rounded buttocks, Jerome zoomed in, capturing every tantalizing movement in close up detail. "Slow...", he urged. "Do it slow ...like you did with the titties."

Giggling, she took her time with the panties, teasing us unmercifully. "Jesus - what a nice ass" Jerome muttered to himself when her creamy white cheeks were finally bare. Moving closer, with his eye glued to the viewfinder, he asked her if her ass was as soft as it looked. She wiggled her naked buttocks to and fro, delighted to see how excited Jerome and I both were. Both our cocks were hard and we both wanted to fuck'er! Mrs Jones didn't seem nervous at all, not even about Jerome. She really liked having our undivided attention. As I reached out and fondled her bare buttocks, I encouraged Jerome to join me. She didn't object when his hand joined mine, and we both explored her nakedness together. He confirmed that her ass was as sexy and soft as he thought it would be, dipping his fingers between the cheeks to probe her puckered anus. Embarassed, she pushed his hand away. Jerome suggested she turn back around, to give us the front view. He wanted to see that white pussy and even more he wanted to touch it...to fuck it!

When she turned around, both her hands were covering her crotch. Her big titties jiggled and shook with naked glory and she started blowing us both kisses. "Show it to me, girl" Jerome urged, "Lemme see that pussy!" Joan hesitated, as if uncertain how far to go, so I lied and said Jerome had never seen a white woman's pussy before...that she oughtta show it to him. She responed by dropping her hands to her side so Jerome and I both could see the object of our desires.. He let out a low pitched wolf whistle, zooming the camera in on the hairy mound between her legs. "Now that's what I call a nice looking pussy, Mrs Jones" he murmured, staring at her genitalia the way a starving man looks at a plate-a-ribs. I could tell he wanted to fuck'er and I'd had enough foreplay myself. The mere sight of her sweet white pussy had me chomping at the bit. So, I just unbuckled my belt and told Jerome and Mrs Jones that it was party time.

As I dropped my pants and lowered my boxers, Jerome zoomed in on my dark cock. As it bounced up all stiff and hard between my legs, he urged her to touch it. He didn't have to ask her twice, either. Mrs Jones grabbed my dick and slowly stroked it up and down, smiling at the camera proudly. Jerome noted how sexy her white hands looked on my black cock, as told her to "Play with it - keep it hard!" My insatiable lust for Mrs Jones, coupled with the titillating erotic boost cocaine always provides, had me really fired up. I wanted to show off. I wanted Jerome to see how hot Joan was. So, I pulled her head down to my crotch, pushing my cock against her lips, urging her to suck it - to suck my black dick. The whirring sound of the zooming camera lens only increased the excitement I felt as she wrapped her talented lips around my stiff cock and started sucking. Jerome cheered her on as he watched my black dick sliding in and out of her lipsticked mouth. "Oh yeah!, suck that black dick, baby!" he chanted, pausing to rearrange the erection in his own pants. "Suck it, white girl - suck it! Show me how good you are!" he taunted, moving the camera in real close.

Caught up in the thrill of sucking my cock in front Jerome and the camera, and tremendously excited to have it in her mouth, Joan accepted the challenge. She sucked my dick like she wanted to eat me alive, taking it deep in her mouth again and again until I was right on the verge of ejcaulation. Then, she pulled back off of my thrusting cock and looked me right in the eye. The desire and hunger in her face was unmistakable. "Fuck me, Joseph," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me now!" When I asked her about Jerome she said "..Him, too but you first!" Spreading her shapely legs wide apart, I pushed her down on the bed, mounting her quickly, "Get that pussy, man" Jerome urged, zooming in on the wet pinkness of her hairy crotch as I started pushing my stiff black cock into her anxious white pussy.

I was too excited to drag it out or prolong it. I didn't care how long it lasted. All I wanted to do was cum! So, once I got my dick all the way in, I started pumping it to her with hurried orgasmic urgency, racing to find the climax I so desperately wanted. Sensing my need, Joan started moving with me, pulling at my ass, anticipating my ejaculation. With her fingernails digging into the flesh of my pistoning ass, she whimpered, "oh my god! oh my god!", as I buried my exploding cock as far into her glovelike vagina as I could get it. She eagerly bucked up to receive it, responding to my ejaculation with a violent orgasm of her own. Behind us with the camera centered on the spot where our bodies joined, Jerome was getting more and more excited with every thrust. "Fuck her, Joseph! Get that pussy" he chanted as I exploded inside her with such force that she cried out with pleasure, holding me tight with her legs and digging her fingernails deeper into the cheeks of my ass. "I love it when you cum inside me, Joseph" she exclaimed. "I love it! I love it! I love it! When she and I finally pulled apart, panting and gasping for breath, Jerome put the camera on the desk by the bed, leaving it stragically aimed at where we lay. The flashing red light indicated that it was still recording. Joan's parted legs and the trickle of semen beginning to ooze from her freshly fucked pussy filled the screen.

"That was really something," Jerome said, adjusting the persistant erection still trying to escape the confines of his trousers. "Watching you two go at it made my dick so hard, I'm getting blue balls," he joked, looking longingly at the naked white woman snuggling up against me in the warm after-glow of sexual gratification and post-coital bliss. He said she was one, beautiful, sexy lady, and that I was a very lucky man. Then, he shot me that "come on" look, clearly impatience and eager to have a go at her himself. He wanted me to pave the way for him like I promised. I winked knowingly, suggesting he go refill the ice bucket while I cut out a couple more lines for everybody. He grabbed the bucket and left the room without a word, leaving us to talk privately, trusting I would convince her to give him some pussy, too. When he was out of earshot, the suddenly all-too-willing Mrs Jones and I discussed the situation.

We decided she should freshen up and take a shower. When Jerome came back, I would man the camera and bring him into the bathroom with me under the pretext of filming her naked in the shower. She would innocently notice the erection he'd been sporting ever since he arrived and sympathize with his obvious need for sexual relief. I'd suggest he might get in the shower with her, and, after that, with her willing cooperation, nature, as they say, would take its course. She noticed I was getting hard again and giggled her delight, saying she could see I was looking forward to it as much as she was. Several minutes later, Jerome returned, ice bucket in hand. As we nosed up, I gave him a conspiratorial wink and told him that everything was cool - just to follow my lead. Right on cue, the still naked Mrs Jones said she wanted to freshen up and headed for the john, with both of us leering at the bare white cheeks of her traffic stopping ass as she left the room. I told Jerome we would just join her in there for some video footage of her in the shower and see what developed. He shook his still rigid, ungratified cock and said something better develop soon or his johnson was gonna fall off. I laughed and, as soon as we heard the water running in there, I grabbed the camera and we entered the bathroom.

When I drew back the shower curtain, Mrs Jones was busy soaping herself down. She was a vision of feminine lovliness with soapy bubbles covering her naked breasts and cascading down her belly into the darkness between her legs. As I roamed her nakedness with the camera, I could hardly believe how sexy and desirable she was all soaped up like that...with all that water cascading down on her. When she saw us, she turned, eying the big bulge in Jerome's pants. She shyly sympathized with his condition, expressing regret that he had gotten so excited with no way to relieve himself. I thought a shower might help him, too, so I suggested he join her in the tub. She hesitated just long enough, then shrugged her bare shoulders and said "There might be room enough for two" He practically tore his clothes off in his hurry to get up close and personal with her. When she saw his big, cock bounce free, throbbing and fully erect, she said, "Ohh my - you are excited, aren't you?" It was priceless...exactly what Jerome needed to hear. My eye was behind the camera as Jerome stepped into the shower beside her. I knew she was going to give him the fuck of his life and I couldn't wait to see her do it. I felt like her husband watching like that...wanting to see it like that.

She teasingly, turned, giving me (and the camera) a good look at her sexy white buttocks as she asked Jerome if he minded soaping her back. Mind? The nigger couldn't wait! I fought a twinge of possessive jealousy as I watched him touch her, watched him soap her shoulders and move down the slope of her spine. About half way down her back, he couldn't resist sliding his soapy hands under her arms and onto her stiff-nippled breasts. His stiff cock was bumping and brushing against her ass cheeks as he lathered her big titties up from behind. Then it was down her sexy abdomen and back around to the swell of her buttocks again, this time admiring the twin mounds with both hands, squeezing and touching as he lathered. Then much to her trembling delight, he slid the soapy bar into the deep crevice between the cheeks and soaped her puckered anus until she couldn;t stand it anymore. When she turned back to face him, offering her mouth, he kissed her long and hard. He dropped the soap as he tongued her and pressed his rigid cock against her bewitchingly beautiful nakedness. He wanted her so bad his his knees were knocking.

Like an actress in a porn film, Mrs Jones kneeled before him, squeezing and fondling his big dick with whorish eagerness. "Poor baby" she murmured softly, lifting his stiff cock up as she kissed the throbbing head. "You're about ready to explode, aren't you?" When she covered the tip of his thick cock with her mouth and started sucking, Jerome's knees literally started to shake. He trembled and groaned and seemed like he was gonna to slip and fall at any moment, saying "right there - like that - good - ohhh, that's soooo good!" I figured we were all headed for the bed bed in the other room, but Jerome had other plans. He suddenly pulled her closer, feeding his stiff cock deeper and deeper into her sucking mouth. Sputtering and gagging as he battered her throat, Mrs Jones urged him to take it easy, to let her do it. Impatient and about to bust, Jerome grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. "I want some of that white pussy," he said bluntly, turning her as he moved into position behind her. With her her hands against the cool tiles for support, she braced herself, as Jerome slipped his big cock beneath her slippery buttocks into the hairy wetness of her waiting vagina.

Even though his cock was bigger than mine, the soapy cascading water made his entry quick and easy, so quick and easy that I barely realized he was in her. Then he started putting the dick to her with the quick, penetrating thrusts of a man on a mission. He was fucking her so hard, the sound of his hips crashing against her buttocks echoed like pistol shots in the tiny bathroom, creating an erotic symphony of sounds that enveloped us all. I was excited as he was. I rubbed my dick and urged him to fuck her like he had urged me to fuck her earlier.

He was hitting her so fast, his black cock was just a blur between her legs. "Fuck her, Jerome" I urged, "Get that pussy!" - celebrating his conquest as if it were my own, muttering the same words he had used earlier. I was somehow screwing her with him, just as excited as he was...as she was. I was stroking my cock in unison with his thrusts into her quivering pussy, wanting him to cum, wanting to cum with him.

It ended abruptly, without warning. Jerome buried his exploding cock all the way to his balls, mumbling, "get that cum - get that cum" as he ejaculated in an orgasmic frenzy of grunts and groans. JJ arched her back, pushing her ass back against his buried cock, quivering with delight. She moaned softly as he ejaculated inside her, emptying his desire into the deepest recesses of her spasming vagina. Even though watching wasn't (isn't) my thing, I liked watching Jerome get that pussy. It made me hot! I know how good JJ's white pussy is and watching him get it made me want it, too. When a spent and satisfied Jerome backed away from her trembling ass, I watched his limp cock slip out of her and dangle between his legs like a wounded eel. Mrs Jones held his cock under the falling water, smiling victoriously, as she looked at me. "Another dead soldier" she said triumphantly as she released his shriveling cock and reached for the spigots. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off, exiting the tub with a grin as big as Texas on his exhausted face. Jerome was one happy nigger! I watched Mrs Jones towel off in the viewfinder as I backed out of the bathroom ahead of them, titillated by the sight of her jiggling breasts as she dried her pussy off. Jerome followed me but she stayed, saying she had to pee as she closed the door behind us.

That should have been the end of it, but by the time she came out a few minutes later me and Jerome were both hard again and looking for more. Some titillating conversation and a lot of finger fucking foreplay led to another romp on the motel bed with both of us doing her at the same time. Jerome fucked her again while she went down on me, then we switched, and I finished her off on my own. With him worn out and back on camera, I dropped one more explosive load into her well used vagina, and then we left. Jerome split first, saying he needed to make a call and I followed quickly after, telling Joan I appreciated her giving Jerome a thrill - that I wouldn't forget it. She insisted that I leave the tape with her so, after extracting a promise that I could see it whenever I wanted, I gave it to her. I kissed her good night, assuring her I'd meet her for lunch the next workday. I told her I enjoyed everything, that it was awesome, that I liked it as much as I did with Dan. She held me like she hating letting me go but I had a wife to get home to so I thanked her again and left.

Jerome was waiting in the car, hyper and full of himself. All the way home he talked about how sexy she was. He said the pussy was tight and she really liked getting fucked, and he asked me several times when we was gonna fuck'er again. I reminded him that she was married and had to be careful, but if he kept his mouth shut and didn't push it, anything was possible. As I said it, I realized it was the truth. With Mrs Jones, anything really was possible. I knew I had a white booty call anytime I wanted it, not just for myself but for anybody I brought with me. That's a real comfort for an old school cock-hound like me. Free white pussy with no strings attached ain't easy to come by, especially when its as hot, as tight and as eager and willing as Mrs Jones is. However, as I went home to lie to my wife about where I'd been, I couldn't help but wonder if Mr Jones was ready for me to start lending his wife to my friends. It didn't really matter whether he was or not, Mrs Jones was too far gone to turn back now. She was a white booty call and there wasn't anything her husband could do about it except watch and play with his little white dick while me and every other nigger in town fucked her.

Holding my breath, I asked her what she meant, fearing something even more outrageous than her husband climbing trees in the park. I was wrong when I said nothing would surprise me. What she said threw me for a loop. She and Dan had agreed that since I had been willing to share for her, she should be willing to share for me too. She wanted me to bring someone with me the next time we got together, saying she would share with him like I shared with Dan. "Are you asking me to bring another guy with me?" I asked, totally flabbergasted. "...that you're willing to screw us both?" She wasn't thrilled with my tone and quickly back pedaled, saying she just wanted to share with me the same as I did with her, but if I didn't want to... I told her I didn't want to share her with anybody, that offering to let one of my friends screw her would not only enbarrass me, it would make her look like a whore. She said Dan shared her other guys all the time, that doing it for me wouldn't be any different, adding that she thought it would be fun. I back pedaled then, telling her I'd have to think about it, that I wasn't sure about all the kinky stuff she suddenly wanted to do. "It's just sex" she said, disappointed. "I thought making it different would please you." My head was spinning so fast, I couldn't think straight. I told her again that I'd think about it. The silence was deafening for a moment or two and then she grinned, saying "Okay, but don't take too long...I might lose my nerve." Fat chance, I thought to myself, deciding that she was just as freaky as her husband.

I was overwhelmed, confused, and afraid of where her sudden submissive kinkiness might be leading. I actually thought I might be getting in over my head. I chewed on the idea for a couple days, becoming less and less intimidated the more I thought about. If she wanted to let one of my homies fuck her just to thank me for sharing her with Dan, it wasn't like I hadn't done it before. I used to go clubbing with my friends in the old days, and sometimes when we could only get one girl, we all fucked her together. Of course, those girls were sluts but Mrs Jones was pretty much of a slut too. I mean she was fucking me and bell hops in the fucking Bahamas, and her husband and just about anybody else who wanted to fuck her as far as I knew. This wouldn't be all that different from the old days. In fact, as fine as Mrs Jones was, as hot and talented as she was, it would be even better. Some of my former cock-hound homies would jump at the chance to stick dick in a gorgeous white woman like JJ. Besides, it wasn't my idea - it was hers...hers and Dan's.

When I talked to her again, over a sexless lunch, I asked her about Dan - what part he would play in it if I decided to bring a friend. She said they had both agreed that him being there would make it too awkward and to complicated for everyone. She said she thought me and my friend could video tape the whole thing and she could share the tape with Dan afterward. I was flabbergasted again. She just got kinkier and kinkier. I asked if I could have a copy, assuming I could bring a friend and we decided to video tape it. "Absolutely not!" she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "We wouldn't want anything like that floating around town," she said, blushing, "...or showing up on You Tube," she added, giggling at the thought of it. Firmly and completely convinced that she was the kinkiest, sexiest, woman I ever met, I agreed to see what I could do and promised to let her know.

When she met me for lunch the next day, we revisited the art gallery bathrooms. It was a delightful quickie in one of the toilet stalls, with me sitting on the toilet and her bouncing up and down on my lap. Neither of us mentioned "sharing with friends" at all. We just enjoyed one another, giggling and laughing and talking dirty. When I dropped her off at work, I had already decided to take her up on her offer, but I didn't tell her about it because I wanted to set it up first, to make sure all the pieces were in place. The only one of my homies I'd ever made videos with was still living in town so I figured he would be the guy to bring with me. He made a video the night we both fucked a drunk white cheerleader at a party our senior year. He probably still had it. A lot of guys fucked that white girl but we were the only ones who got it on video tape. I heard once that he was selling copies of it on the net but the one he had was the only one I ever saw. That cheerleader was fucking just about everybody back then. She was crazy about black cocks! And, I was starting to think Mrs Jones and Dan were as "easy" as she was. They both had a thing about black dicks, too.

When I told Jerome I was fucking a married white woman on the side and thought he might like to fuck her too, he grinned from ear to ear. "Just like old times, huh bro'?" he said, asking what she looked like...if she was phat. I showed him a photo Mrs Jones had given me of her at the beach in a bikini. He took one look at it and told me he'd fuck her in a heartbeat, and started thanking me for thinking about him after all the years. He said if O was serious, I could count him in for sure. I lied, telling him her husband didn't know she fucked around, that if I could talk her into it, we had to be discreet. He told me "discreet" was his middle name, that he never kissed and told. I told him he didn't have to convince me, I was just letting him know we couldn't put Mrs Jones's business in the street. He asked me if we were gonna video tape it, if he could hide a camera somewhere? I told him I wasn't gonna tape her behind her back but that I would try to convince her to let us make one for her to keep in her video scrap book. He told me to get back to him after I talked to the white girl and let him know what was what. I said I would, and patted myself on the back, knowing already that everything was set and good to go. All I had to do was tell JJ.

As soon as I told her I might have a friend lined up for the "sharing" she talked about, she started asking questions, wanting to know if he was a local, if he knew her, what he looked like, could he be trusted, did he have any STD's, etc. etc. I showed her an old high school picture I had of him and she said he was cute. I told her he was older now but still in shape and still crazy about white pussy. She laughed, saying she never met a black guy who wasn't crazy about white pussy. I told her most guys never met a girl who felt the same way about giving up the pussy as they do about getting it...especially a phat-assed fine bitch like her. Suddenly, like she was getting cold feet or something, she asked me if I thought she was a whore. I assured her that she often acted like a whore and always fucked like a whore, but it was only to make the sex better, that I didn't think she was really a whore. "You just like to fuck" I told her. "If liking sex makes you a whore, then I guess I'm a whore, too" She smiled and kissed me affectionately. "Thank you" she giggled, "Now you run along, and ask your friend you're gonna let him help you fuck the shit out your married white girlfriend... if he's still interested in white pussy, that is." I told her not to worry that the guy I had in mind would still be interested in white pussy after they buried him.

I wasn't sure if I was doing it for myself, for her, for Jerome, or just to get back at her for fucking that guy in the bahamas. All I knew was if Dan wasn't there, it was going to be a hell of a party. I even got a bag of coke for the occassion. Jerome had the camera and Mrs Jones arranged the motel room. We all agreed on Friday night and she said she would meet me and Jerome in the room. I told her I didn't want Jerome to think she was just some whore because if he thought that he might run his mouth and nobody wanted that. So I told her to act surprised when I showed up with someone else with me. "He thinks you're my girl," I told her, "After I fuck you in front of him, I'm supposed to talk you into fucking him too." She thought it was a terrific plan, saying she couldn't wait to share with me like I shared with her. By then, I didn't care what she called it as long as she gave my stickman a shot of that tight, white pussy she'd been giving me all Summer.

Jerome was as uptight and nervous as he was excited and horny when we got to the motel.

He kept worrying that she'd get mad and refuse to fuck him. I told him not to worry, that she was crazy about me and would do it if I asked her to, but he worried anyway. He always was a worrier. When she opened the door in a skimpy half bra and sheer panties, she tried to close it as soon as she saw him, acting surprised and embarrassed, right down to the blush in her face. As we pushed our way in, she grabbed her housecoat and quickly covered herself.

She apologized for being so scantily dressed, explaining that she wasn't expecting anyone but me. Jerome said "No problem" and stared at her like she didn't have anything on, his eyes roaming all over her body. "You told me she was nice looking, Joseph," he told me, "but you didn't say she was beautiful!" She blushed again, thanking him, and inviting us in like we were still standing at the door. I made the introductions and told her he was a good friend - a friend who had some good cocaine, that I brought him along so we could all get high together.

As he prepared the dope, she told me I knew how horny she got when she did cocaine, whispering just loud enough for Jerome to hear.

She should have been an actress. Jerome was buying the cover story all the way. I could tell by the way he kept smoking her over that wanted to fuck her so bad he could taste it. I wanted to fuck her, too. The way her big ass was moving around under that robe woulda made the pope wanna fuck'er! After we all got high, I sat down beside her on the bed and started making out with her. She pretended to be embarrassed with Jerome there, pushing my hand away and telling me to "stop that." I told her I wanted him to tape us having sex, that she didn't have to worry about him being there, she wasn't the first white woman he'd seen naked. Reluctantly, she relaxed and kissed me back, trying not to blush as I slipped my hands inside her housecoat and started playing with her tits. Jerome appeared disinterested, like he was checking out the canmera, but the only thing he was checking out were Joan's big, white titties. He watched us through the viewfinder, his big cock getting hard just watching me touch her. I asked him if the camera was ready and he nodded, standing up. He adjusted the focus and told us to go for it.

I got her to admit that she was at least curious but she told me that if anything were to happen the guy would have to be very aggressive, like the guy in the theatre. The thought of some bold Black guy taking control of her sexy body was an incredible turn on for me. Renee wore only a tiny white bikini and laid out on her stomach to sunbathe, her skimpy suit exposing most of her perfect little ass to the world. I sat and sipped a beer and kept an eye out for the lucky Black guy who would get to fuck her.

After a while, a very dark skinned guy walked past and gave Renee a good looking over before disappearing into the woods. He looked to be in his mid 40's, at least 20 years older than us but he had a noticeable bulge in his sweatpants and was obviously attracted to Renee. I followed after him and found him leaning against a big boulder, rubbing his cock through his pants and staring back at Renee. From up close I could see his big cock outlined thru his tight sweats.

" Excuse me sir, my wife and I have this fantasy about her being with a Black guy and I was wondering if you'd like to meet her..."

" I don't know man, she looks like jailbait to me. You a fucking cop?"

"No, I swear she's 21. She just looks real young. And she's really shy but she already sucked off one Black dude. I wanna see you fuck her!"

He broke out in a big grin and said " Shit yeah bring the little lady over."

I rushed back to Renee but she was having second thoughts and was very nervous. I begged her to at least meet him and she finally agreed. Hand in hand, we walked over to him and I saw his lecherous smile as we approached him.

"Hello sweet cheeks, what's your name?" he said while stepping up to her.

"Renee" she said nervously.

"Is it true you're hot for some Black dick baby?" he asked while stroking her shiny blond hair. Too afraid to answer she just shrugged her shoulders and nervously stared down at the ground.

He glared over at me and said "Well, get things started man. Show me what she's got!"

Anxious for things to continue, I turned her sideways and pulled her suit bottom away from her body, exposing the top of her smooth white ass cheeks to him saying " It's OK, feel how smooth it is." Renee let out a soft whimper as he boldly reached out to squeeze her pale ass with his dark hand.

Then Doug stepped up to her, took her in his arms and gave her a long passionate kiss while his dark hands explored her shapely behind. Renee made no move to pull away but didn't respond much either, she just stood there and let him take control of her tight young body. Doug pushed her bikini bottoms down and as she stepped out of them he practically ripped off her top, exposing her firm B-cup tits with their pointy pink nipples. He started greedily sucking her tits while his hands slid down to explore her asscrack and moist young cunt. I felt like my cock was going to explode as I watched this Black stranger fingering my fiancee's sparsely haired pussy.

"Man, she's fucking tight" he said while slipping a finger between her moist lips.

He sucked on her sensitive breasts for awhile and fingered her tight pussy while she looked over at me with this look of lust on her pretty young face. Then he gave her one more kiss on the lips before pushing her down to her knees and said "Go on baby, take it out".

Renee pulled down his sweats and moaned softly as she revealed an extremely large Black cock with an oversized purple colored tip. (On another occasion I held a piece of paper up to it and it was nearly 11" long). She grabbed a hold of it and began to gently kiss and lick the swollen knob while pumping his dark meat with her hand. I slid to my knees next to her, watching spellbound from only a foot away as she worshipped his huge black member. She eagerly sucked it, taking most of his long shaft down her throat while he stroked her shiny blond hair and leered down at us.

After a few minutes of sucking his cock she turned to me and said "I love you honey" and gave me a long, passionate kiss. I could taste his cock on her lips and as we kissed I heard Doug chuckle and felt him rub his swollen cock against my face. Then I felt something nudge my lips and before I realized it he had slipped his cockhead in between our lips. I tried to pull back but he held my head in place and said softly "Suck it boy!"

His cock tasted hot and musky and despite my initial revulsion I found myself oddly excited as Renee kept kissing me and his dick. Giving in to the passion of the moment, I ran my tongue across the surface of his dark throbbing member and helped her suck it.

After letting us take turns on his cock for awhile, he pulled Renee to her feet and kissed her again, wrapping his arms around her slender frame. He cock slipped between her thighs and it looked awesome with the swollen tip poised at the entrance to her tight young pussy. As they kissed he rubbed it against her moist lips and I leaned over and kissed her ass and his dark cockhead.

Then he turned her around, bent her over the boulder and pulled her asscheeks apart to expose her hot little pussy. Renee spread her shapely legs far apart as he rubbed his shaft along her moist lips a few times and then forced the fat tip between her tight pink lips. Renee gasped when the head slipped in and then groaned out loud as he slowly worked his thick shaft into her tight young pussy. His hands gripping her hips, he began to fuck her with long slow thrusts, his dark cock hitting places deep inside her that I could never hope to reach.

In just a few strokes he had all nine inches buried inside her and Renee was squealing like a stuck pig. I watched in awe as this tall Black stranger fucked my sweet blond fiancee from behind with his big Black cock.

"Oh honey, it's so big! Please go easy" she whimpered and started to rock back against him. I knelt between the rock and her legs and watched his dark shaft slide in and out of her tight pink pussy while furiously rubbing my own cock. I could see her juices coating his meat and see her lips cling to his shaft each time he pulled it out. At one point it slipped out and I quickly grabbed it and guided it back into her fuck hole. Renee kept moaning about how big it felt and how much she loved having it inside her.

After about ten minutes, Renee squealed out in orgasm and as her tight pussy clamped down on his shaft he started grunting and fucked into her even harder. I could hear his hips slapping against her ass cheeks as he furiously pounded his Black shaft deep into her, grunting lewdly with each brutal thrust.

Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her and guided his Black shiny tool towards my face. As I wrapped my lips around it I felt it throb and a hot burst of sticky cum filled my mouth. As I struggled to swallow it, he pulled his cock away and jammed it back into my wife's tight pussy. He stiffened up and growled, his cock pinned deep inside her as he pumped the rest of his cum deep inside her well stretched pussy. I could see his cock throbbing and pulsing as he pumped her cunt full of hot sticky cum.

When he was finished cumming, he stepped back and Renee turned around and stuffed his slimy meat into her mouth, gently licking it clean and thanking him for fucking her so well. I stared at the cum oozing out of her well fucked pussy and as if in a trance, dropped to my knees behind her. I buried my face between her fleshy cheeks and lapped up the huge load of cum that he had pumped into her pussy.

As a quick review, my wife had her first black experience with a black stripper in 1995 (see 'First Black Experience' in the Personal Experiences section.) Since that time she has been hot and cold with her pursuit of BBC but she has been dedicated to black men only. She is 5'7 with very short blonde hair and big tits on her athletically fit body. She looks about 10-15 years younger than she really is. Over the past couple of years she has become obsessed with black cock. She currently gets it 3-4 times a week from multiple bulls but is always in the prowl for more. I call her Slut now and she is now embracing the fact that she is a total slut for black cock and is proud to be a black only cock slut.

I named her Cougar Slut because she is in her 50's but all of her bulls are younger, as young as late 20's. This is a quick recap of some of her recent activities. I apologize for not going into great details; this is more of a potpourri of slut activities.

She meets a lot of her new men on a swapping web site. One guy she chatted with, she met at a local jazz club. After making out with him at the table for a while and fondling each other, he convinced her to follow him into the mens room. He pulled down his pants and sat on a toilet. She lifted her skirt and lowered herself onto his 9 inch hard cock. He pulled her tits out of the top of her bra and squeezed her nipples roughly while she impaled herself on his cock. Several men came in to use the restroom while they were in there. A couple of them made comments like 'tear it up' while they pissed at the urinals next to the sex stall. She took his load as she orgasmed. She dabbed the dripping cum and they returned to their seats, most of the people in the club knew what they had been doing in the restroom.

Speaking of restrooms, last week we went to a bar that usually is a target rich environment. Things were slow because of Thanksgiving but late in the evening my wife spotted a big black man standing near us at the bar. She went up and started talking to him. The next time I looked over she was grinding her ass into his crotch to the music from the band. They disappeared into the parking lot for a few minutes and then returned a little disheveled. The bathrooms at this club, which is in an old house, are one at a time facilities. Her new friend convinced her to join him in the bathroom. She was starting to suck his 10+ inch cock when someone came in, they had failed to lock the door! So they abandoned that venue and headed to a motel across the street where she fucked him all night long.

Another one of her regular bulls is into sharing her. A couple of months ago he took her to a house party where she said 6 different single black men took turns fucking her all night. She had a cock in her mouth, her pussy and two in her hands most of the night. When she needed a break one of the bulls took her to the shower where they washed each other, then she gave him a blow job in the shower. She finished the night by putting on a show with one of the other women there, eating each other for the approving men.

Many of the black men she met at that party have followed up with her since the party and fuck her when she can fit them in. One of her studs drives a limo part time. One night he dropped off his customers at a party and while he was waiting on the time to pick them back up she met him and fucked him in the back of the limo.

I bought a copy and when I showed it to R she was both shocked and excited, judging by how wet her pussy got. We talked of her taking a Black lover and she was interested but hesitant. She was very jealous of me being with other women but got turned on at the idea of having sex with some well-hung stud while I watched.

Our first Black experience happened only a few weeks later at an adult theatre in NJ. At the time she was only 20, 5'5", 120 lbs, 34-25-35, a shy young coed with small pointy tits, a perfectly rounded butt and long shapely legs. She had long silky blond hair and a cute baby face that made her appear much younger than she was.

I was so proud of her and wanted to take her someplace where Black men could see how hot she was. I talked her into going to an adult movie house in a nearby city. I figured she would get worked up from watching the movie and I would enjoy showing her off to all the men in the theatre.

I convinced her to wear a rather short sundress, without panties underneath, and with her hair in a ponytail she looked about sixteen. She caused quite a stir strutting through the lobby in her skimpy dress and I loved the looks of pure lust that she received from the men, most of whom were Hispanic or Black.

We sat near the back of the dark theatre and I played with her pussy while she watched the movie. After a few minutes, an older well-dressed Black man took a seat at the end of our aisle. He kept glancing over at us and then slid over into the seat directly next to her. I pulled my hand away and she quickly crossed her legs and tried to pull down the hem of her skirt. He couldn't see her pussy any more but her shapely thigh was exposed nearly to her hip.

What happened next both shocked and excited me and to this day has affected my sexual attitudes in a huge way. He reached out, put his hand on her knee and caressed her leg, slowly working his way up her creamy thigh. The sight of his dark hand on her shapely thigh left me speechless and I was amazed when she made no effort to stop him.

Instead she just grabbed my hand and let him slowly pull her legs apart which made her dress ride up again. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched his hand slide along her smooth inner thigh and cup her swollen mound, his dark hand in sharp contrast to her white thighs and golden bush. Renee gasped out loud as he began playing with her pussy, rubbing her swollen lips and sliding his thick fingers deep inside her. Renee started breathing real heavy and then whimpered softly as this bold black stranger finger fucked her tight blond pussy right before my eyes.

After a few minutes he whispered something into her ear and she eagerly nodded her head (She later told me that he asked if she wanted to see his 'big Black dick'). He opened up his pants and whipped out a huge Black cock with a swollen purple crown.

At that point I started to panic and suggested to her that we change seats but she shook her head 'No' while staring in awe at his dark swollen member. He took her hand and guided it towards his cock and she obediently grabbed it, sliding her hand up and down on his throbbing Black member. I couldn't believe my shy young fiancé was actually playing with this Black guy's huge cock right in a public theatre. My stomach burned with intense jealousy but my cock throbbed with incredible lust.

I looked over at the guy and he met my gaze with a mocking grin, obviously proud of the effect he was having on my woman. Speaking softly he said "C'mon baby, suck my big Black dick! You know you want it." Renee looked to me with an intense look of lust on her pretty face, looking for my permission to comply with his lewd demand. I was too excited to speak but the stranger settled things by grabbing her ponytail and pulling her face down towards his cock.

With a soft whimper she wrapped her lips around his cock, noisily sucking on his fat Black tool like a complete slut. The sight of her blond head bobbing in his lap, her lips sliding along his shiny Black shaft completely blew me away. Any jealousy that I had felt was replaced with an incredible feeling of forbidden lust. Watching my foxy blond girlfriend, my future wife, worshipping this guy's swollen Black member was the most exciting thing I had ever seen.

Letting it slip from her lips, she proceeded to lick up and down the thick shaft, obviously loving her first taste of Black cock. As she ran her tongue over the fat swollen cock head, she gazed up at him with a look of total submission that I had never seen before.

Slipping his cock head back between her lips, she started to suck on him again, struggling to swallow as much of it as she could. I could hear her softly moaning and hear him grunt each time his cock slid down her throat. Grabbing her head with both hands he began to lift up his hips, practically fucking her face as he got close to coming.

With a lewd grunt he started to cum and I could hear Renee eagerly swallowing spurt after spurt of his cum. When she finally sat up I could see his cum dripping off her lips and was surprised when she turned to me and gave me a long sloppy kiss. As I returned the kiss, getting a warm mouthful of his hot sticky cum, I heard him laugh softly at us.

That was our first sexual adventure but certainly not our last. As you can probably tell from my rather detailed telling of the story, that night had an incredible affect on our relationship. Even though it happened years ago, I still remember it like it was yesterday. Since that first experience we have picked up Blacks at adult bookstores, at nude beaches, at inner city parks and through swingers ads. Many years back we had a memorable experience in San Francisco with Johnny Keyes, of 'Behind The Green Door' fame, another Black stud and another white couple at a swingers club. We also had a wild night once with two hugely hung Black Masters who we met thru UnReal People magazine. We met them at a motel and they made Renee their white sex slave for the evening, using and abusing her luscious white body while I took photos and watched. I'll tell you more about that night another time.

But the reason I'm writing is because of this last couple I hooked up with. Online and on the phone they seemed great. She was a looker who'd had a few kids and added some pounds. I liked how she looked. She was still beautiful in my eyes. Hubby seemed to think so too. The two of them were a pair. I could just imagine him behind the bbq turning steaks, knocking back his beer while watching his wife flirt with their guests. So, I figured why not go play?

These days, if you're not an environmentalist you're in denial. At least that's my opinion. I drive a hybrid and I love it. I drove to the assigned meeting place, a bar not far from where I work, but a fair distance from where I live. I knew the bartender. He was my back in a few situations like this, sometimes saving my ass by reading my signal and making a bogus emergency call to get me out of there. After meeting Bill and Sarah, I nearly signalled him, but something in me said,"no." Sure they were ignorant neanderthals, who flaunted their money and didn't give a crap about anyone else. But she was hot and I was horny and I figured if it was true that she'd just had C-sections and hubby had been the only one she'd every fucked, then I'd make sure her little white pussy got stretched to the max by the end of the evening.

I didn't want to fight, so I just listened and nodded and smiled while they went on and on about how long it took for her to make up her mind to try this. He was so proud and he couldn't shut up about how he started her off with hot pictures and video. I asked if they used dildos at all to get her ready. "Oh no," she said. "the kids might find them." So they just talked and fantasized and decided to pick me. The biggest handsomest black man they could find to initiate her into the pleasures of bbc.

I had to agree with them on one thing. Dark Cavern is definitely the best site online for authentic hot sexual hookups and stimulating stories and pictures. I love it. That's a fact.

So, we went to the hotel and hubby got the room while I escorted Sarah. She'd offended me in so many small ways I really enjoyed pushing her limits in terms of her comfort zone. I could tell she was very excited and I did respond to her body pressing against mine. But I watched her flush deep red when I fondled her breast in the elevator in front of a couple of white guys and just smiled at them. Once we got in the room she asked me,"why did you do that?" I just smiled and placed her hand on my crotch. She gasped and shut up finally. Bill got his camera all set up while I started to make out with Sarah on the couch. She was in another world and all she'd had was a glass of wine. She was moaning and grunting with every little touch and caress. At one point she got so overwhelmed I thought she'd fainted as she rested her head on my chest and went limp, but she was just gathering her energy for what was to come. Mainly her, and eventually me.

The two of them started talking some more and I just undressed her and myself. Then, I asked her if she wanted it. She said yes and I said, all right then. Feeling her pussy with my fingers, it was tight on one and she squirmed uncomfortably on two, so I knew she was in for a surprise. She kept fondling my cock and saying,"It's so big!" "Yes, it is" I said. "And tonight it's all for you."

She tried to go down on me, but she was terrible. She licked around the head a little and then tried to put me in her mouth. Her teeth hit the head and I just asked her to stop. I told her to kiss it and lick it, which she did. She pumped it with her hands, but she was so rough that I had to grab her hands and show her how to find a good rhythm. I think I scared her a little because after that she got a lot quieter and I took extra care to stroke her hair gently and kiss her deeply. When I felt her pussy again, it was soaking. So I asked if she was ready. In a hesitant voice she said yes.

I placed the head of my cock against her little pussy lips and she started praying. I really thought it was funny but I just kept my composure and thought about how her sex life was about to change forever. I pushed inside her and she let out a little scream and apologized and then I just kept pushing in and she kept asking me if that was all of it. I had only put a little more than half inside her. Judging by her colour and her breathing, she'd never felt anything like this before in her life.

So, I told her to get on top. She lowered herself down onto me bit by bit and we made sure Bill got a great show. He was silent by this time, filming away and I guess he didn't really know what to expect either. I could feel her juices running down my cock and soaking my balls. There was still a couple of inches to go so I grabbed her by the hips and since I could feel her open up a little (this was after about fifteen minutes of grunting and stretching over me), I pulled her down and started fucking my cock into her for real.

I don't know, something snapped inside me. I started calling her a hot white bitch and telling her she deserved to get fucked by the biggest black cock in the world. She whimpered in response and I drilled deeper and deeper into her, pumping her belly full of my cock and feeling her pussy stretch and give more and more until I was finally all the way inside her. At that point I held her still and even though I think she'd already had two or three intense orgasms, she grabbed me and started shaking and quivering and moaning and then she did pass out. Bill asked,"what happened?" and I said," I think she passed out." She was still wrapped around my cock and I was getting close so I just held her and flexed my cock inside her a few times. That woke her up in a hurry. She cried a little, and apologized some more. I said everything was fine and let her start moving on me.

She was so shocked at the feelings she was having. I started to like her a little more at that point. She was sliding up and ramming herself down on my cock, a little at first and then more and more until she was striving to get me to empty my cock deep inside her. Oh she wanted me to come so badly. I guess her pussy was getting pretty sore by this time and she just wanted it to be over.

I flipped her over and made sure her face was in Bill's camera. Then I started stroking her pussy long and hard from behind. I fucked her at least forty-five minutes and I kept asking her if she liked it. She started making noises that just sounded like gibberish after a while, flinging her hair around and breathing super heavy and then calming down for a while and just getting all serious, fucking back at me over and over. Finally, I felt her tighten up on my cock in that way pussies do when they really feel you. I'd been waiting for that. Her pussy just felt fine at that point. I let her milk my cock while I started to pump into her, and the rhythm we got into made her sing like an opera star. I started feeling that familiar tingle and I just thrust hard again and again in little short strokes deep inside her and she grunted like a pig and dissolved around me, bathing me in her juices once more as I let go and came inside of her for at least a minute.

Bill was so happy you'd have thought he'd won the lottery. After I pulled out he wanted to feel her so bad. I just chuckled and moved over to the edge of the bed. He got on top of her and Sarah said,"Put it in. Be gentle". Well. Bill put it in and she gave him a look that just about made me choke. The look on his face was one of intense pleasure and he started coming almost immediately. She actually laughed and he turned all red. She said to him,"Bill honey, you've got your wish." He said,"I sure did." "Now you'll always be second best," she said. He looked like he was going to get angry, and then he looked like he was going to cry. I thought that was a good time for me to leave them with each other to work things out.

As I say, normally I'm into it for the fun, but in this case, the fun was mixed with a certain evil glee that made me feel a little sorry for them, but perhaps a little hopeful that maybe they'd learned something about compassion and dignity. Maybe not, but I did enjoy myself overall. I didn't want a repeat, but they must have called me a dozen times in the months that followed. I didn't feel the need to be rude. I just said I was busy. But when they started getting nasty I had to block their number. Some people can be so needy.

He was telling me how sexy and exciting his wife and I looked together, how much he enjoyed being a part of our intimacy, when JJ came back into the bedroom. She had changed into her wedding dress, of all things, saying that she felt just like a new bride. She looked like one, too. She had the glow of a woman in love and the inescapable sex appeal associated with all new brides. Brides represent wedding nights and unrestrained, continuous love making, at least to the males of the species, and I have to admit the desire to ravish her was my 1st impulse upon seeing her in that virginal white dress. As she pirouetted for us, she matter of factly asked, "Now who wants to fuck the bride?" Dan and I both raised our hands, laughing, as we both said, "I do ! I do !" at the same time. She lifted her skirt, displaying the sexy blue garter on her thigh. She said the garter was something "blue," inviting curiosity about about "old, new and borrowed." Then quickly kissed Dan and said he was something "old" - then, kissing me, said I was something "borrowed" - then, hugging us both at the same time, said "and this is something "new!""

One thing led to another and before we knew what was happening, the three of us were in their bedroom. Joan wanted us both together, growing really aroused as we fondled her at the same time, one on either side. While Dan sucked one breast, I sucked the other and we took turns kissing her thighs and licking her between her legs. She watched us both undress and then gave us both oral sex at the same time until we were so hard and rigid, she stopped so we wouldn't, as she said, "pop off!" She wanted us to watch each other fuck her and then wanted us both to fuck her together. The orgy, or whatever it was, lasted several hours and before it was over we were so exhausted and gratified that even cocaine wouldn't arrouse us anymore. Dan dropped off first and then Joan and I fell asleep in each other's arms. All things considered, it was really quite touching, truly a night to remember. I wouldn't want Dan to be around everytime I screwed his wife, but having him there hadn't been nearly as bad as I'd imagined it would be.

Monday, when I dropped by for lunch, she was still excited about our "3-way", as she called it. She said she was releived that the lying and sneaking around was over, said it was great to be free of all the guilt. I told her to speak for herself, reminding her that my wife still didn't know about us. I told her I didn't want my wife to know, either...especially since Dan was now in the picture. I said we still needed to be discreet. She frowned and teased, "You mean we still gotta do it in the car?" I told her I liked doing it in the car and she said, "Well, what are we waiting for?" Everything seemed the same as it always was until I pulled into the park and drove to our favorite spot.

There was only room for a single car between the two hanging willow trees and we had always felt safe and pretty much invisible parking there. She called Dan on the cell phone and told him where we were. When I asked her what she did that for, she said he just wants to be here whenever he can be, she explained, as if that made it okay. When I started to complain about privacy and public places, and not wanting Dan around everything we got together, she said not to worry that he wouldn't come near us or try to get involved. "He just wants to watch the car bounce and use his imagination" she giggled, opening the door and slipping into the back seat with that naughty, sexy, irresistable, I-want-you-to-fuck-me look in her eye.

The thought of Dan being there, knowing what we were doing, weirded me out a little but I still got in the backseat with her. As I started kissing her sweet lips and feeling her up, I found myself wondering if he was really going to be there, where he would park to watch from, etc., if he really did show up. When his wife unzipped my pants, I forgot all about Dan. I leaned back in the seat and just let her suck my dick. She loves sucking my dick before I fuck her, and, who am I to argue? It feels good and she's good at it. As I watched her ovaled lips slide up and down my rigid shaft and told her how sexy and naughty she looked doing that, she teasingly asked me if I wanted her to stop. In response, I grabbed her head, forcing her mouth back down on my ebony shaft. "Oh no you don't, Mrs Jones", I said. "I love it when you go down on me like this!" After that, seemingly satisfied just to have my dick in her mouth, she really went to work, sucking my black rod deep, trying her best to deepthroat me right there. It felt so good that I got really excited, really fast. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I scolded for being so talented and pulled away to avoid ejaculating. As she giggled, I asked her if she was going gimme some of that white pussy, or what?

As we rearranged ourselves in the narrow back seat, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Dan's car. He was parked off to the left behind us. I'm not sure he was actually in the car, because I didn't see him. From his vatage point, I figured, at best Dan could see our heads. And, once we laid down in the seat, he wouldn't be able to see us at all. Why that pleased me, I don't know, but it did. Joan couldn't plant both feet to lift her hips in the cramped quarters so she asked me to help her with her panties. Removing a woman's panties, especially a woman as sexy and beautiful as Mrs Jones, has always been the most titillating moment in any sexual encounter for me. There's something final about taking off the panties. Once the panties come off, she's yours!

With one leg up on the seat back and the other in the floor, Mrs Jones wiggled her butt as I slipped her panties down to make it easier. I stared at the curly mound of her white pussy as she bent her floor leg at the knee so I could slip the panties off her foot. As I started to slide them off her other leg, she panted, "Leave'em. They won't get in the way now." With her panties on one leg, and her moist vagina readily accessible, Joan pulled me down between her legs. "Mount me, mustache man" she urged, her eyes glowing with desire. "Mount me now!"

It was over almost before it began. I stabbed my cock deep into her uplifted mound, piercing her pink labias, and filling her vagina all the way to the balls with one thrust, unable to contain the passion that overwhelmed me. I hammered her rapidly, with unerring accuracy, pounding my stiff cock all the way home, again and again, bringing her to a quick but prolonged orgasm as good as any we ever had together. I ejaculated long and hard, filling her with my juices as she writhed and clung to me with unbridaled passion, surrendering herself totally, as wave after wave of delightful, joyous, knee buckling gratification enveloped us both. Instead of thinking deep romantic thoughts, or expressing my undying love, the only thought my paralyzed brain could muster was "Damn - that's some good pussy!" We extended the moment as long as we could, clinging together in a primal mating celebration as old as time itself. When we finally disengaged, I realized my brain's summation of the event was absolutely correct. She really did have some good pussy! The best white pussy I ever had or ever will have!

Then she did something really strange. Instead of fixing her panties and exiting the backseat, she climbed over the center console, with her dress up to her waist, pausing between the front seats to shake her naked ass at the window behind her. I was temporarily stunned until I realized she was taunting Dan, flashing him, rubbing it in. I laughed out loud. "He can't see you," I told her. "I don't think he's even out there." She pirouetted gracely into the driver's seat so I could climb up front beside her. "Oh yes he is," she said, "He's standing on that stump behind his car with binoculars!" Ignoring the mirror, I turned, looking out the rear window. Unbelieveably, she was right. He was standing upright on the stump, looking down at us through what appeared to be powerful binoculars. I said, "Well, I'll be damned," laughing uncontrollably as I joined her in the front seat. "Maybe we oughtta do it again." she giggled, "...in case he missed it!" I called her an insatiable bitch and told her we had to get back to work, adding that Dan would just have to use his imagination. His car was already gone when she backed the car out, leaving me to wonder if her naked ass display was his clue to get lost. She drove me back to town with her panties still on one leg, ignoring the sticky cum that oozed from her pussy and the wet seat beneath her. Satisfied but still hungry, we agreed to meet again after work...