Is She or Isn’t She? Part Five

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

“What’s the matter buddy? You look like you lost your best friend. And I know you didn’t, cause I am sitting right here!”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Marriage problems huh? What’d she do, catch you looking at another woman?”

“I said, I don’t wanna talk about it!”

“Ohhhh! I know! She is finally fucking around on you, just like my old lady was before I ditched her. Right? I told you buddy. You wouldn’t listen. But I told you didn’t I?”

“Yeah god damn it, you told me! What the fuck am I supposed to do about it?”

“NO SHIT!? She is fucking around on you? Who is he, the guy that is fucking her? Come on tell me the dirt you scum bag. Did you get to watch her fuck him? Did she do him right in your own bedroom while you sat there watching and, and jerking off as she fucked his ass?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP GOD DAMN IT!” He burst into tears. His shame at crying in public, in front of his best buddy, was almost as bad as having discovered her infidelity. But he couldn’t stop sobbing. He buried his face in his hands and tried with all his might to control the racking sobs. His mind was filled with the images of the last twelve hours. Her new panties lying there, covered in what could only be another man’s cum. The very panties and bra set he had bought her. Her pretty new bra, contaminated with another man’s cum. His awed images of her washing her vagina above him, seeing globs of her lover’s cum cascading from her opening, running down her legs, some even splashing onto his legs and crotch, then being flushed down the drain, her excitement at him watching her cleanse her lover’s seed from her womb, her warm wet fertile womb.

Suddenly all he could see in his mind was her black lover’s hard well muscled black buttocks fucking powerfully into her tight widely spread cunt lips, her moans and grunts and words of ecstasy as she came and came on his big black cock as he fucked her mercilessly under him to involuntary orgasm after orgasm, his seed filling her to the brim, then her panties, the new panties he had bought her, being placed over her defiled cunt opening and catching all of his black cum as it ran back out of her properly fucked cunt. He realized he was rock hard and his cock was aching even worse than last night.

“Come on buddy, lets blow this pop stand. Lets go over to Julies and watch the game, I can’t hear it here. Come on! We promised to show up there, remember?”

He realized he could not move, not even turn from the bar, his aching hard-on would be clearly visible to every single person in the bar. They would all laugh at him. His buddy would know that her cheating turned him on, for god’s sake. Oh shit, what to do now! Fake it. “Naw, I am going to stay here, you go ahead, Frank. I need to think.”

“OK, your loss, she makes great party snacks for the game bud.”

“Go on.”

He sat here for a long time, his glazed eyes watching the wordless game as the score mounted. His tears dried. He began to relax after his fourth Heineken. A couple of large, black, obviously athletic, men sat down a few stools from him. They seemed to really understand the game, and he found their comments about the players to be well thought out. He found himself intrigued with their obvious intelligence and understanding of the game. Finally he ventured an opinion. Their eyes surveyed him with quick understanding of his forlorn loneliness. They included him in their conversation. He felt like he had made some new friends. He bought them a round as the cliffhanger game continued to unfold before them.

“Here you are honey! I was watching the game at Julies. Did I screw up? I thought we were going to meet there?” His new friends both looked at his wife, their intelligent eyes surveying the perfect form of her toned and athletic body. Clearly they were interested in her. He knew he had to introduce her to them or be incredibly rude.

“Staci, this is Wade and LeRoy. Guys, this is my wife Staci.” He knew that they already had seen her wedding ring. So his statement of territoriality was unneeded. But he felt better having said it. He had staked his territoriality, just like he had the night before while he came on top of her lover’s cum. He felt better until his cock began to harden again. God, why did it ache so bad to have a hard-on now?

Staci slid onto the bar stool next to him and smiled prettily at his new friends. “So what you guys all so intrigued about, talking thick as thieves like that?”

His new friends started telling her how they felt the game should be coached, played, how the defense was being butchered, and so on. She listened to them talk, making cogent comments periodically. Soon they were including her in their conversation like one of the boys. He smiled, proud of his intelligent gorgeous wife.

He continued to watch the game as he felt his wife’s familiar hand slide gently onto his thigh under the table. He wondered briefly if her other hand was on Wade’s thigh. He felt unfamiliar shame as he realized that, damn, his cock was getting hard again at that thought!

Then his team scored a go-ahead touch down. He leapt from his stool in a glorious victory dance, prancing like the victor he suddenly felt like. Finally! God, so many years he had waited for this moment! WOW! His team had just defeated their last opponent before heading for the Super Bowl! He was absolutely elated. His troubles no longer filled his head.

They all moved to a table. He ordered another round. The animated conversation lasted for several hours as they talked about the upcoming Super Bowl, who would be the opposing team, and the merits of each potential adversary. And they drank beer.

Wade suddenly looked at Staci and asked her to dance. She looked coyly at her husband and asked “Would you mind Bobby?” What could he say? He just shook his head and waved her toward the dance floor. His eyes followed his sexy wife as she walked to dance with this man she barely knew. This BLACK man she barely knew. As they danced to the thumping beat, he realized she did not have a bra on. Her high perfect breasts were jiggling so tantalizingly. His painful erection pulsed back to life. The music changed to a slow dance, and Wade held her hand, holding her on the dance floor, pulling her delicate body to him as the sensuous music played.

They began to waltz together, their bodies in perfect synchronization. Her dance partner moved her about with the fluid grace of a master puppeteer moving his toy. Her husband watched his wife’s nipples become hard as they brushed Wade’s broad chest. Wade moved his dark skinned hand down to his wife’s hips, and pulled her crotch onto his. His eyes looked down her halter top, seeing those perfect, unfettered orbs swaying and giggling under his complete control and direction.

The black man’s cock had to be pressed against her pubic mound, he realized. She stared up into her dance partner’s eyes with an amused look in her eyes. They begin to talk as they danced. She giggled as she moved in perfect step with his athletic body. She never tried to move away from him for the rest of the dance.

Bob began to drift again, his worst fears right before him. His wife was in the arms of a black man;, her body was pressed against his. Her giggle and chatter were directed at this handsome athletic specimen of manhood. Her eyes were watching this black man’s face in rapturous enjoyment. He began to wonder if this was her lover. He lost his visual focus as his mind wandered to his fears. Was this the man who had deposited his sperm deep within her? Was this the man who had undressed her, caressed her body all over, played with his wife’s perfect breasts, raised her supple athletic legs over his shoulders, drove his black prick deep into her orgasming, spasming body? Was this who had filled her so full of black cum that it had flooded the panties he had bought her, given her; filled her cunt with sperm so full that there was gallons left inside her tiny body after she left her lover to come home to him, her body defiled by black cum? Was this the man who might make her pregnant, had filled her with his copious black cum, bred her deep and full with his potent black cum? 'Oh god, I have to stop THINKing about this,' he told himself!

Her small hand slid softly back onto his thigh, grazing the painfully hard erection bent horrible inside his trousers. She leaned to him and whispered, “Your eyes turned me on while I danced, the way you watched me dance baby. Your eyes made me horny!” He could feel her nearly naked erect nipple press against his bicep as she leaned against him.

LeRoy immediately asked her back onto the dance floor, and again she looked at him for his acquiescence. They danced three fast dances until the slow dance in the sequence came up. Again LeRoy held her on the dance floor, and they danced as one. LeRoy wasted no time pulling her delectable body tightly to his. Even her firm succulent breasts were squashed against his chest. Her pussy had to be riding right on LeRoy’s huge black cock he realized. ‘God, that huge black cock is caressing my wife’s cunt and clit like a vibrator. God, she is already turned on she said. Oh God, oh god, he is going to make her not want me any more! He is going to make her a black cock slut! She will want them to fuck her now, not me! Shit, how the hell can I compete with those black handsome athletic intelligent black huge thick black cocked men? She will want THEIR black cocks all the time now, not my little white one. I’ll bet their cocks are twice my size! She will laugh at my tiny white prick after being with them.’ His panic was almost overwhelming him. His breath was ragged in fear. All of the stories of women “trying black and never going back” whipped him into a state of frantic demoralization.

Again she slid in beside him, her hand going to his aching lump, her fingernails began to scrape lightly along his painful bulge. She leaned over and kissed his neck, then his ear lobe. Her breath caressed his ear as she whispered lustily, “God baby, I am so hot, . . . . lets do something kinky baby. I have to cum, lets go into the men’s restroom and you can fuck me there, OK Baby? God I need that rigid cock shaft in me right NOW baby!” She continued to caress him, running her fingers up and down his incredibly hard prick. Finally she stood, grabbing his hand, pulling him up, and leading him toward the restrooms. He was too stunned to protest, to tell her “NO! I have a very conspicuous hard-on!”

By the way! When did she start using the word “FUCK?” What is going on here? My wife never says that word. She scolds me so badly when I say it, for god’s sake!

He was in total shock as she forcefully dragged him into the Men’s restroom door without even stopping to see if any other men were in there. Not pausing for an instant, she dragged him into the handicapped stall at the far end of the row of toilet stalls, and turned to him after hurriedly latching the door behind her. She told him to get up on the toilet and stand there. As he wavered there precariously, she unzipped him, pulling his trousers and boxers down in one swift jerk. His cock sprang free, striking her forehead. Not even slowing her rapid motions, her eager mouth chased his cock head as it bounced to a halt. Finding her rigid wobbling target, she pushed her head forward, taking almost all of his rigid cock into her panting mouth in one deep suck. She started bobbing her head on him as he stood there, watching his ravenous wife’s lust filled eyes cross eyed on his cock as she sucked it greedily. ‘God, she likes to suck cock now that she has been broken in by them,’ he thought!

She voraciously suckled his penis until she sensed he was close, then pulled her mouth from his body and pulled him down to sit on the porcelain throne. She pulled up her dress, and as he realized she had on no panties, mounted his aching prick, taking it deep within her on first penetration. She had been horny all right, she was as wet as he had ever seen her.

The outer restroom door opened and two sets of footsteps walked to the urinals. Though obviously listening intently, she never even paused in her ravenous utilization of his body. Her teeth were biting her lower lips as she neared her orgasm. He heard the sound of urine splashing as she rabidly fucked his cock in the most lewd display of female need he had ever experienced.

“My god LeRoy, that little Staci woman is hot! Did you see her riding my cock while we danced?”

“Yeah Wade, you see her almost fuckin’ mine while we danced too? Those tits a hers are incredible. You know, I think we could ride her hard an put her away wet, bro!”

In the middle of her orgasm she almost burst out laughing as she continued to rise and fall rapidly on his aching shaft. She smashed her lips against his to smother her involuntary moans. Pulling up her top, she guided his hands to her ripe breasts, smashing his finger and thumb onto her steely nipples. He realized that her nipples were as hard as his penis.

“Can you imagine riding that fuckin little white body , fuckin her deep like only a Brotha can? Filling her slut cunt with our big thick cocks while she cums and cums. I bet her little white dick husband would want to watch that, don’t you? He looks to me like a man would watch his wife get fucked by us niggas.”

“Yeah, watch us fuck his little white wife and then he clean her out afta we be done. We out to ask her over after we leave heya, see if she want some a our sugar. Learn what black cock is like! Now we be talkin’!”

Her intense orgasms were clamping his cock inside her with a viciousness he had never felt before. Her eyes were clamped so tightly shut as her face was in the agony of orgasm that he could not hold his cum back. As her pussy milked his cock savagely, he spurted all he had into her needy wetness. Her orgasm continued on after his, still milking him, still demanding her due. He began to feel the pain in the head of his penis that post-orgasm brings when the stimulation does not stop. His sensitive cock softened rapidly and as he pulled his hips back, it dropping from within her. Her hand frantically replaced his cock, and she frigged her self mercilessly as she listened to the two black men talk about her body, what they would do to her, and how much of a slut they hoped she was. The sounds of their water tinkling just a few feet away from her as they talked about her body in such graphic terms refueled her orgasm while they finished their urination. The sounds of them shuffling as they returned their black cocks to their trousers, then zipped up, triggered another cascade of orgasms for her. She passed out in her husband’s arms as the two black men turned to leave

“Ya know, LeRoy, I already asked her out. Asked her to go to the football game with me next Saturday in Eugene. She giggled, but I could tell she was int’rested.”

“No shit, what’id she say?”

“She looked up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers and giggled, ya know that sexy little chuckle a hers, and then she………….” The bathroom door closed with a swoosh as they walked out.