Is She or Isn’t She Part Twelve

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Wendell, barely able to stand up himself, his head swimming from his intense orgasm, saw Staci wobbling as well. He held her shoulder as he regained his balance, then scooped her up in his strong arms. Staggering slightly, he carried her to the bed and gently placed her back where she had been only a few minutes earlier. Breathing heavily, he collapsed on the bed beside her. Her arms encircled his waist as they lay there together, returning to earth after their trip through ecstasy. As she lay there, breathing deeply, she idly toyed with Wendell’s soft scrotum. Her fingers were visible to Bobbi as he sat in his chair, also breathing heavily.

“So, Bobbi, when I was talking to Deni, she said that I should think through what I want to do in my life and make a list of the things that I want to accomplish, and the things I want to experience.” Staci was still breathing hard.

Bobbi, gasping for breath, tried hard to listen to her words while his eyes were riveted on her white hands toying with Wendell’s large black balls. “Who is Deni honey?”

“Oh, yeah, forgot, she is that woman I met on line I told you about. So anyway, she told me to list what I want to experience, including what I want to experience where sex is involved. Kind of a fantasy list of the things that I want to do. ……. What do you think of my fantasy list so far?”

Bobbi knew he was on thin ice here. If he was not supportive of her fantasies, then he would be an uncaring cad. If he told her that he loved them, it showed that he was a cocksucker that enjoyed it. What to do? He exhaled in relief when she went on talking.

“So Bobbi, I want you to know that I understand that you really have had a hard time doing some of the things that I have asked you to do, baby. But looking back now, haven’t you been excited by them?”

Staci looked Bobbi in the eyes as she waited for his reply. He knew he was definitely going to have to come up with an answer this time. But, now that she had asked him straight out, he had to admit to himself, in his heart of hearts, that he HAD enjoyed most of it. Did he dare admit that to her? Something told him that she was setting him up for more of the same, or maybe even worse. But on the other hand, there lay Wendell, naked, and being caressed on his private parts by his wife’s little white hand. HIS wife caressing the black cab driver that had driven them home while she jerked him off. Then she had let the black man help HER cum as she lay naked on the cab front seat.

Bobbi began to worry about the current situation a little more than before. He could clearly see that Wendell was making his beloved wife pretty darned happy. Hell, she had cum more times tonight than in all their married life together ….. combined. And Wendell had flat out told him that he was going to try to take his wife away from him. Then it hit him out of the blue….She had not let him have vaginal sex with her yet! He hated himself for thinking ‘YET’, but on the other hand, he suspected that if Wendell could get a hard-on again, then the odds were mighty high that it would happen the way things were going tonight. What could he say to his wife to not lie but also to not encourage her any more than he had by his actions earlier.

“Well, Stace, uhhhm, it’s something I did for you because I love you so much honey. Like Wendell said, I am trying to meet your fantasies. How am I doing?” he asked hopefully. He felt good about his answer.

Staci’s eyes stayed locked onto his for a long time. Her hands continued to caress and tenderly stroke Wendell’s ball sack. Then her eyes dropped to what she was doing. She began to stretch his sack both in length and in width. A soft smile spread across her pretty face as she continued to test how far she could stretch it. “Sweetie, lie on your back honey, I want to play with your balls for awhile.” Her face had lit up like a street light at dusk. She straddled Wendell’s stomach, her smooth pussy against his little tuft of hair that ran from his belly to his pubic area. She bent forward, taking the head of Wendell’s cock into her mouth as she continued to stretch his ball sack with both hands. Her mouth was suckling his large purple head.

She looked up at Bobbi, then let the black phallus drop from her lips. “God, Bobbi! Look at how huge his ball sack is baby!” She again took the purple head into her mouth like a childhood treat. She stretched his sack as far as she could in both directions. She held them up so that her husband could see the relative size of her lover’s scrotum. Bobbi was reluctantly impressed by how large it was. He estimated that stretched out like that, Wendell’s sack was probably larger than the silhouette of his whole head.

‘Good Lord,’ Bobbi thought, ‘His balls have to be huge hanging in a sack that size.’ As if reading his mind, his wife coddled one of Wendell’s eggs in her hand. It seemed to almost fill her small white hand. Bobbi was reminded of a small child holding a chicken egg in a tiny small hand. With a glint in her eyes, she leaned forward, allowing the soft cock to drop from her suckling mouth, and began to ever so gently kiss the large egg in her hand. After a bit, she opened her mouth, and began to carefully insert the egg between her soft lips. Under her eyebrows, her eyes were watching Bobbi watching her as she sampled more of Wendell’s body. Her eyes closed as she experienced her mouth encapsulating the large firm testicle. Inside her loving mouth, her tongue ran about it as she savored the size, the flavor, the scent of his genitals. Her abdomen began to tilt back and forth as she felt the wonderful sensation of suckling on her lover’s potent sperm factory. Bobbi, in his fear, wondered if Staci was imagining that by her doing this she would increase Wendell’s sperm count, and that when he inserted his gorgeous black cock into her fertile little vagina, he would fill her with copious amounts of his cum. Then he realized ashamedly that he had described Wendell’s cock as ‘gorgeous’ in his own mind.

Staci gently removed the first testicle from her mouth, then with equal care, took the second one into her mouth. Her face was framed in an ethereal, soft glow as she suckled upon her lover’s black egg. Her smooth kitty continued to rock on Wendell’s stomach as she felt her tummy initiate the sensation of her growing need for his manly penetration. Her warmth turned to tiny fluttering butterflies as she fantasized about having Wendell’s hugeness inside her body. She turned around, and lay on top of Wendell’s chest. She encircled his neck and again began to kiss him as deeply as her tongue would reach. Bobbi had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he watched the large black shaft lying under his wife’s bottom begin to twitch and move. ‘Oh god, he thought, here she goes. His cock is getting hard again, and that means he can fuck her cunt. SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!’

Staci was whimpering slightly as her sexual needs resurfaced. Wendell’s large gentle hands were stroking her back, roaming down her neck then slowly to her bottom, cupping and squeezing her there, then caressing her upper legs gently before his black hands moved up again, pausing at her buttocks, again squeezing and parting her as she kissed him fervently, then his hands moving up again to her shoulders and neck, messaging and kneading her gently. She murmured something to him that Bobbi could not understand. Wendell murmured something back in his base voice. Staci giggled then again murmured something indistinguishable. Wendell chuckled and said “OK, sweet lil Missy.”

Staci sat up and looked fondly at Wendell’s face, leaned down and kissed him, then got up off from their marital bed. Bobbi felt his heart lurch. He had a really bad feeling about this now. ‘Maybe I am just going to suck his cock again, instead of him fucking her.’ He really didn’t believe his little white lie, but it staved off his panic.

Wendell got up too, and then stepped behind him. He felt his arms moving a bit, then his hands were free. ‘Maybe he wants me on my knees this time when I suck him off,’ Bobbi thought hopefully. The ache deep inside his asshole started to return. Bobbi realized that if he was not careful, his cock would get hard and ache like a son of a bitch again. Wendell freed his feet as well.

“Bobbi, get on the bed on your back honey. Put your head right on the corner here,” Staci commanded. His interest piqued, Bobbi complied. “Damn, that won’t work, will it Wendell?”

“No Boo, can’t support yo’sef.”

Staci put her finger to her lips in thought, then her face brightened. “I know! Lets use the bench in the weight room!” Taking Wendell by his penis, she led the way through the house to the weight room she used every day. It was located in the garage where she and Bobbi had remodeled the garage shell into her workout room. The coolness of the room caused her nipples to stiffen. She pointed at the bench and asked Wendell to move it into the corner of the room, right in front of the mirrors that they had mounted on two walls, the location she used to work on her belly dancing routines. “What do you think Wendell? Will this work for what we need baby?”

“Yeah, Missy, Ah think dis be jus right fo what you be wantin!”

Staci turned to Wendell and flashed her most dazzling smile. “Are you about ready to fuck my little white whore’s cunt with that huge thick black cock Wendell?” Staci shivered in anticipation as she said the naughty words.

Whores cunt? Bobbi could almost not stand up as he assimilated what his wife had just said. His head began to spin. His knees were wobbly. His stomach felt upset. With a huge effort, he refocused and asked, “Stace, sweetheart, ahhh, Stace honey,……ahhhmm, were you planning on using protection?”

Staci turned full frontal to look at him. She put her little fists on her hips assuming a posture of defiance. “No Bobbi, sweetheart, . . . . . lover, none of the studs in the porno’s you watch every night after I go to bed ever use condoms baby. Ruins the mood for them it seems. I have noticed that most of the ones that you can cum with are black men fucking white women. So Wendell has been videoing all this just so you can watch your own little white wife be the sexy porn star after I am gone, honey.”

Bobbi’s consciousness faded to white as he collapsed onto the floor.

When Bobbi awoke, he just lay there, not even opening his eyes. He played back what Staci had just said to him. He was in total shock. Slowly he assembled the information that he had recently received into manageable packets and tried to deal with them one at a time.

He flushed in overwhelming shame that Staci knew about his porno addiction. He had no idea that she knew about it, he had tried so hard to hide it from her. He was absolutely shocked that she knew not only which kind he watched, but also which type he could even orgasm with.

‘Well, that is common knowledge now,’ he realized. Next subject.

Clearly, Staci intended to allow Wendell to deposit his sperm directly into her vagina. He tried to puzzle out whether she was hoping she would get pregnant from this encounter. He decided he did not have enough information for that ……. yet.

Then he began to think, in growing terror, about her last few words. Exactly what had she said? “….after I am gone….” Bobbi began to cry. He tried not to. But he could not contain his fear, his grief at learning he had lost her. He tried to figure out what had tipped her over the edge. Was it his porn addiction? Was it the fact they rarely made love any more? Was it that Wendell was such a great lay? Was it the size of Wendell’s cock?

“Looks like he is awake Wendell.”

“Yeah. He not be takin da news too good though.”

“Well, lets get on with this. I’m craving finally feeling your cock fucking me bareback, baby. I have waited for hours already to feel what a huge black cock feels like inside my little cuntie.” Wendell chuckled at her word for her vagina. “Wendell, you strong black stud, put my little white husband up on the bench for me would you baby? We have the video set up to record you fucking me right?”

“Yeah Baby, we be all ready.” Wendell’s chuckle carried an undertone of excitement, and of cruelty.

Bobbi felt his body being raised effortlessly, and then laid on the workout bench. He opened his eyes just in time to see Staci straddle his face. Her little pussy lips were a few inches above his nose. He could smell her intoxicating excitement. Looking up, he saw Wendell’s hugeness hanging there above his forehead. Looking back down at the opening of her tiny body, he realized he could see into her, see her wetness within the channel that Wendell was obviously intending to plow and seed with his huge farming equipment. He also realized that THAT cock was not going to fit inside THAT pussy without major modification of one, or the other.