Is She or Isn’t She? Part Nine

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

“The internet is a weird place, Bobbi. All sorts of people there. Not many being real honest frankly. ………. But like I said, I met this woman. She really turned my brain on. I mean, like, ……… she reached in and found my on-off switch, and flipped it to on. It was like waking up from a long sleep on a long dark night, and suddenly the sun was shining brightly.”

“Turn here Mr. Cab Driver.” She pointed into their drive way. The cab driver followed her direction. He looked at her as he put the cab in park. Staci reached down and turned the car off, then pulled the keys out of the ignition. She looked at the driver and patted his cock, still exposed lying on his trousers. “Come on in sir, and I will pay your cab fare in our bed!” It didn’t take more than a few seconds for the large cab driver to open the door and literally spring out. He nearly tripped as his pants began to fall. Grabbing instinctively, he caught them, zipped and buttoned them, then sprinted around to open Staci’s door for her. She climbed out, smiled up into the black man’s face, took his hand and lead him up the walk, not even bothering to collect her clothes.

Bobbi hurriedly gathered up her clothes, then followed them. He watched as a black hand cupped his wife’s buttock as they walked, the side of her naked breast rubbing the driver’s forearm. Her white skin, glowing in the moonlight, was striking, but when the big man placed his dark skinned hand over her gleaming buttocks, the contrast was almost poetic. Bobbi’s cock, still hard from watching her unrivaled lewdness in the cab, and her stroking the black man’s penis almost like he was her lover of long standing, pushed the fabric of his underwear tight against his trousers. Every step caused the fabric to caress his erection to a harder painful throbbing. He reassured himself that the aching throb was because he had cum so many times in such a short time. He knew it had started when she had massaged his prostate. But then that had been only the second or third time he came in a few hours. Since then he had come so many times he had totally lost track of the count. For god’s sake, she turned him on more now that she ever had during their whole marriage. And he knew for sure now that she was deliberately doing these things to turn him on. Get his sexual reaction. Almost like she was giving him memories to ponder, cherish, and masturbate to.

His mind turned toward what was happening ahead of him, had been happening for over a day now he admitted to himself. She had almost begged him to invite LeRoy and Wade to his Super Bowl party for god’s sake. But having them there would ruin his party. He would be thinking all during the game if she was having sex with them in the kitchen, or bedroom, or garage, or wherever she decided to pull her shenanigans. Why was his gorgeous highly conservative wife, at least up until the last few days, suddenly so sexual, so hussy, so whore, so fucking sexy? God, why was she doing all this. He sensed it had less to do with her than with him, for some reason. But he could detect no logic what so ever in her sudden change to this……sex slut goddess.

‘Oh god,’ he thought, ‘look at her gorgeous nakedness pressed up against his body right here on our front porch, in full sight of our neighbors, kissing this black stranger like she is going to fuck him as soon as I open the god damn door. Shit, sounds like she IS going to fuck him. In my bed too, damn it. God did he shoot a lot of cum in the cab! So much more cum than I have. I bet she likes lots of cum! Whoever she fucked before, (god was that just yesterday?) sure had lots of cum.’ Suddenly it hit him like a ton of bricks. She was not using protection at all if she had all that cum in her. ‘God, I wonder if she is fertile this week!’ Quite a while ago she had stopped taking her birth control she had told him. She never said why though, he realized.

He fumbled for his house key as she stood there, on her tip toes, naked in the moonlight, his black hands caressing her breast and bottom as they exchanged tongues. He could hear her soft moans. The condensation of their breaths in the cold evening air was like an ethereal fog surrounding their heads.

He inserted his key into the door lock. She backed up against his body, her nakedness pressing against him. He felt her hand come around his hips, and feel for his hard on. Finding it, she chuckled softly, then returned to her soulful kiss. He flushed in deep embarrassment in the darkness as he opened the door and fumbled for the light switch.

The porch light came on, spot lighting his naked wife kissing the cab driver. He realized her leg was raised, draped over his hip, as the cabby’s fingers plundered her in the suddenly brilliant spotlight. Their carnal pose was so very obvious and clear to anyone watching. Without either of them flinching, they held that obviously lewd pose for several minutes as the curtains of the neighbors rustled and moved. Staci’s hips were moving, fucking the black man’s fingers in and out of her wetness. Finally Bobbi recovered his senses and turned off the porch light. She chuckled softly, looking into his eyes directly, as she disengaged from their cab driver.

“Come on in Wendell!” She took his hand and pulled him into their foyer. Again she stood on her tip toes, returning to her deep and searching kiss with him. Her gentle graceful fingers turned their foyer light on, then she stood in the way of the door so that he could not close it. Again the curtains of the neighbors began to move. She reached down, unbuckled the black man’s pants, unzipped him, then let his trousers fall to the floor. They were both turned sideways to the door, so the neighbors could see her actions, and the resulting magnificent black meat that was thereby exposed. Bobbi was absolutely sure that the nosey Mrs. McCreedy had just fainted dead away.

‘Hey! Wait! How does she know his name?’ he thought. ‘He never said his name in the cab.’ Bobbi was sure of that.

“Bobbi, bring Wendell a scotch rocks and me a zin’, baby, thanks!” She even knows what he drinks?

‘Holy shit! This is her lover! My god! …………… But then how did he just happen to be there with his taxi cab driving by when we walked out of the bar?’ No, it didn’t make sense. He puzzled it over as he poured their drinks.

“God can this man kiss Bobbi! So soft and tender! Godddddd! Best kisser in a loooong time honey!”

‘Best kisser? How many had she had? Or was she just saying much better than him?’ He thought about his own kissing technique as he handed them their drinks. Maybe he should kiss softer after this. How do you kiss softer anyway? With one extended finger he flipped the light to the foyer off. They both took their drinks, then after a quick finishing kiss, turned and went into the living room. Bobbi had never noticed how Staci’s breasts swayed seductively as she walked before. He closed the front door while exhaling an explosive, cheek inflating sigh.

Staci sat in the middle of the couch, drawing her left ankle up under her right thigh, exposing her naked kitty. She had sat like that every day for years, and he had never even thought about it, until now. Her back was straight, causing her perfect femininity to sit proudly upon her alabaster chest. She was sitting there naked, without self consciousness, and it made her body seem so accessible to Wendell’s large eager hands. Those breasts protruded so perfectly he thought. So perfectly symmetrical! Her nipples are so perfect, like twin cones of rose colored sugar he thought. His penis ached in its own little hell, a relentless throbbing ache.

He fantasized about how those black hands would look as they caressed her whiteness. How those black fingers would look tweaking her nipples. How that thick soft lipped black mouth suckling on them would look. He wondered if the soft-kissing lips she seemed so enamored with could cause his wife to cum just from suckling her nipples. ‘Stop torturing yourself Bobbi!’

“Come her honey, sit beside me baby!” She was looking at Wendell, not him. He decided he needed a drink too.

When he turned back around from the bar cabinet, they were kissing again. Wendell’s hand was on her ripe breast, caressing her in fond gentle caresses. ‘God,’ he thought, ‘the contrast between their skin colors……..so erotic to watch!’ Wendell’s cock was erect, standing tall and proud there under Staci’s elbow. ‘So this is her lover’s cock,’ he thought. ‘Well, at least I know now!’ He actually felt relieved to know for sure. After all, she was not hiding it from him. How could he call it cheating if he was watching her doing all this ……… right? He knew in the back of his conscious brain that he was rationalizing.

He realized she was watching him intently again.

“Hey, purdy lil Missy, how’s you know ma name?” Wendell’s eyes were on her breasts, not her face.

‘Shit, what is THAT all about,’ Bobbi thought. ‘Is he implying he isn’t her lover?’

His beloved wife’s sex laden voice yanked him back to reality. Her soft hand was again stroking the black pole that sprouted from Wendell’s crotch. Bobbi could not take his eyes off the sensuous movement of her hand. “This woman I met on line, honey, taught me so MUCH! She told me that one of the things she learned by dying was that God not only created human’s, but also designed our sexuality just the way he wanted it. She told me about how geese and swans cannot get turned on by any other goose or swan than their mate. They mate for life. If their mate dies, they are never turned on again their whole life. She said if God had wanted to, God could have made humans that way too. But God didn’t, God made us be able to respond sexually to many other humans. God made it possible for some of us to be gay, of bi-sexual, or straight. She taught me that GOD did that! Deliberately!”

“What are you saying Staci?”

“Yo’ name be Staci lil missy?” Wendell asked.

“Yes honey, Staci, sorry, I am Staci and that is Bobbi my husband. Bobbi come over here and sit beside me baby.” She patted the couch behind her.

Bobbi could not help but notice that her arched breasts wriggled so sexily as she patted the couch behind her. Disappointed and confused, he also realized that Wendell and Staci had for sure not met before tonight. ‘Shit, still not a clue! ………. Should I go over there,’ he wondered? He stood where he was and looked at his naked wife sitting next to a large black man who was wearing only his shirt, her little white hand stroking his black rigid cock, as she talked to her husband about an internet friend. Had sanity departed the scene?

“Bobbi Ray, either come over here and sit behind me, or I am taking Wendell into that bedroom and closing the door and you can wonder forever about what happens in there. Stop fucking around and come over here. This man has a life to live and money to make, now stop delaying and do what I say!”

Bobbi walked over to the couch and sat behind her.

“Now give me your hand honey.” He complied. “Close your eyes baby. Good, now feel my tits while Wendell watches you. . . . . . . . . Good, now the other one. ……….. mmm feels good baby. Ok Wendell, you feel my breasts while my husband is doing it too. Mmmmm, been wanting to have two men play with my body like this. …………. God that feels good guys!” She leaned back against Bobbi’s chest.” Now both of you play with me down there too. ………. Yeah, that’s it baby! …….. Lower Bobbi. Bobbi, can you feel his fingers as they are entering me honey? Here, let me stand up a bit. . . . . . Now Bobbi, move over where I was sitting while I stand here in front of you two so you can both plunder my little fuck twat. Oh god that feels good!” She had said “fuck twat” with a vehemence he had never heard her use before. She let them torture her delicate opening delightfully for awhile, their fingers dueling for entry. “Good, now each of you give me one hand and let me guide them around my body. Keep your eyes closed Bobbi baby.”

She moved Wendell’s hand to her breast and Bobbi’s hand to her smooth hairless pubic mound. Then grinning broadly she took one of his fingers and ran it up her thin slit. “Feel that baby?” He nodded. She motioned to Wendell to stand up and move next to her. She moved Bobbi’s hand to her hip, moving it in a caress there. Then she moved aside and pulled Wendell to where she had been standing. Stifling a laugh, she moved Bobbi’s hand to Wendell’s cock. Bobbi’s hand touched it, felt it, not quite comprehending what he was touching. Suddenly it dawned on him that it was Wendell’s rigid cock he was caressing. He indignantly jerked his hand away.

“Damn it Staci, what the hell are you doing?”

“Bobbi, don’t you dare remove your hand from where I put it. Give me your hand back, and open your eyes, I want you to touch Wendell’s cock. It turns me on to watch you touch another man’s cock. In fact, I want you to kneel before him and touch it with both hands while I watch.”

“No WAY, Stace! NO fucking Way!” His pride was really hurting now. How dare she think he liked to touch other men!

Staci shrugged as she took Wendell by his long thick rigid pole and lead him toward their bedroom. “Come on Wendell, my husband is such a prissy, lets go fuck in the bedroom till you can’t get hard any more.” She looked back over her shoulder at Bobbi as she walked through the door leading Wendell by his hard black prick. Wendell shuffled into their bedroom behind her, watching her small white hand on his black prick all the way. Bobbi, drawn like a rat behind the Pied Piper, followed. She turned and closed the door. He heard it lock.

Bobbi stood there in the hall for several minutes, visualizing what was probably happening behind that closed door, in his mind seeing that huge black cock entering his wife’s little white body, splitting her wide open, much wider than his ever could. God, she had decided to go black, and he was standing out in the hall with his dick so hard it felt like it would burst. He heard moans and whimpers behind the door. His mind could see his gorgeous wife’s face as the black man’s prodigious meat entered her tiny vagina, and pounded her mercilessly into orgasm after orgasm. He had to admit, Wendell’s huge cock was kind of erotic to touch. ‘Oh SHIT!’ He thought, ‘why the fuck not?’

“Stace, can I come in there honey?” He knocked lightly. “Stace, you OK in there baby? ………. Stace? I am sorry baby. I will do what you want me to, OK? ……………………… OK baby? ………. OK? Can I come in if I agree to touch his cock? …………… Stace?” After another brief pause, just as he had about decided that he had screwed this all up royally, he heard the door unlock. The door opened and her head appeared around the edge of the door.

“You promise to do whatever I ask you to without giving me a hard time about it, Bobbi Ray?”

“Yeah baby.” He couldn’t look her in the eye.

“No Bobbi Ray, you get down on your knees and promise me with your right hand up in the air like your swearing in. Do it Bobbi!”

Bobbi got down on his knees and swore to god to do whatever his beloved wife wanted him to do.

“Now take you clothes off.”

Embarrassed, Bobby took his clothes off, then stepped into his own bedroom. Wendell was sitting on the bed crying in huge silent racking sobs.