Saturday, May 19, 2007

First Cucking

Copyright Deni Wom, 2004-07-21

Part One: My Road to the Cuckold Kingdom (a fantasy)

My husband was looking at me.
“What did you say honey?”
“I think his picture is hot.”
His eyes toke on that look where he was trying to figure out where I was going with my thoughts. He decided to just wait me out.
I smiled at him with my most enigmatic smile,…………….and waited.
He was sitting on the end of the kitchen table. I knew I had him when he started to swing his leg.
“So,…………….if he were to walk through that door over there……………..?”
“You mean right now honey?”
“Yeah, if he walked through that door right now, would you…………….?”
“Would I what Babe?” There was no doubt in my mind that I could out wait him, I could see his trousers tightening over his crotch,
“Would you , ….. you know……..have him?”
“Would you like that baby?” I watched his eyes look me up and down, resting on my short shorts. I had put them on that day, sans panties, to drive him nuts. It had worked! His trousers were pretty tight; his bulge was already rising a bit.
I spread my legs just a fraction more. He could see my tanned skin under my skimpy wide legged shorts. I always pluck myself, so I know that he was not looking at any pubic hair. It was gone. Just soft smooth skin. Another tiny shift of my leg and he would have seen the lily white skin beyond my tan line. I could tell he was wondering if I was going to flash him.
He was straining not to shift his head to see if he could see me anyway.
I sighed, then drew my legs back together.
He turned his head to the side, scrunching his shoulders, as if to say “DAMN!”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe you would do him?”
“Maybe.”
My husband’s cock was now bulging, hard. Never had I even admitted to my husband that I was interested in “doing” other men, until that minute. I chuckled as I stood and walked to him. I stood about two feet away. Deliberately I looked down at his crotch.
“Looks like you would like that honey…….me having him. Would you want me to fuck him all night, or just once?”
The look of shock on his face as I used the F-word tickled me.
He started breathing hard, like he was doing wind sprints.
“What did you say honey!” He could not believe I was actually talking about this.
Using one finger I reached out and touched his hardness curled cruelly in his jeans.
He jumped like I had shocked him with a hundred and ten volts of electricity.
I ran my finger along the curve of his restrained manhood.
“What if his thing is bigger than yours?”
His head was down as he watched my finger touching him, moving on his imprisoned manhood.
“Would you like it if mine were bigger?”
“Maybe.”
I could see his shoulders slump slightly.
“Maybe not.”
His eyes rose to mine and his smile, uncertain, faltered into radiance.
“Think he would even look at me if he walked through that door, Joey?”
“Oh god yes honey! No question at all, you are incredible. God baby, your tits are so fucking perfect. Oh sorry babe. Didn’t mean to swear like that.”
I mockingly looked at him with a disapproving look. “You just lost your chance for sex tonight baby, right?”
“I am sorry honey, forgive me?”
“Maybe, maybe not.” A pause. “Would you let me?”
“What, fuck him? Oh shit! Oh god I am sorry, hon. You just have me so turned on today. God you are sexy right now, talking about this after……... Those shorts are driving my nuts!” His eyes fell to my crotch again. I had moved my leg and he could see my carefully maintained tan line. I heard him suck in his breath. No sex for four days had him eating out of my hand. I could not let him know that it had been harder on me than it was on him.
A slight moan drifted from his lips. I reached up and lightly caressed his lower lip.
“Would you? ………. Let me?”
“Are you saying you would want to?”
“Maybe.”
His eyes bored into mine now, again trying to decipher my mixed message to him.
“I can’t tell if you’re teasing me or not, baby. Can’t you just answer me with a yes or no?”
“What fun would that be?”
“God, your saying you’re really thinking about this? After all our fantasies and bedroom talk, you’re really thinking about his…..I-I-I mean this?”
I picked up the phone, then pressed redial. “HI!”
A short silence.
“Yeah, come on in.” I hung up.
Ding Dong!
My husband’s face was in total shock. I smiled at him from under my eyebrows. It suddenly dawned on him that I had no underpanties on.
“Answer the door baby, I need to change into something more comfortable, or should I stay mostly naked like this?”
He turned to go, but his face stayed glued to mine.
“No shit! He was sitting outside while we talked?”
I grinned.
Joey’s eyes were intensely focused on mine. “Are you really going to fuck him?”
“See there, sweetie, you really have lost your chance today honey. Sorry, guess it will be just him and me then.”
It didn’t even register on him till he started to walk toward the entryr. In a befuddled daze he traipsed off to open the door for his best friend. He was not sure why Rawl was here, but he is thinking that he just may have a wife that is going to have sex with another man. Finally! YES! Oh god, YES! He adjusted his crotch before he opened the door.
I decided to leave the loose short jogging shorts on, but change my blouse to an easy-to-unbutton, loose fitting, short (the bottom of my breasts short) cotton tank top. It gaped perfectly between the two buttons, allowing my cleavage to be nicely seen as I breathed. I knew that with this skimpy top, any person in front of or behind me could see everything except my nipples when I bent over. Standing in front of the mirror, I checked out the view that my husband and his best friend would often be treated to today, and tonight hopefully. Reaching underneath the flimsy fabric, I tweaked my nipples to see how they looked as they rose and dimpled my scanty top. Perfect! I felt my body moisten. Raising my arm, as if I were throwing a foot ball, I watched the thin fabric pop up over my right breast, exposing me to anyone that just might be watching.
My sexy little lower lips slid deliciously past each other as I sashayed back to the living room.
“Hi Rawl!” I made a point of hugging him a bit longer than was customary, pressing my almost naked, erect nipples into the knit shirt that covers his flat stomach. His after shave was a very pleasant faint smell of male sweat, and something more sinister. I looked up at him and smiled radiantly. “So glad you could come right over!” I winked at him. He held me a bit long in his arms, even after I began to disengage, already beginning to dominate me. I could feel his bulge. He clearly did not want to let my body go just yet.
“Come on into the living room Rawl.” I took his huge hand and lead him behind me to the couch. He sat on one end. I precociously sat right in the center, Indian style, legs crossed at the ankles, knees down. A soft breeze drifted across my exposed sex. ‘She’ is facing directly at him, smiling, behind the single thin center crotch piece. She felt deliciously cool where she was becoming hot and wet. Her button rose, as if to peek at our newly arrived guest. Rawl, to his credit, did not look down or gawk at my very private parts, which were obviously visible right in front of him.
My husband is not a dummy, he understood that ‘she’ was fully exposed to his best friend. I heard his breathing increase. Small rasping sounds began to fill the room as his chest gasped then exhales like a lightly panting dog. ANYthing to ease the tension. Let’s see, some conversations would be nice, I started with “So you two were in high school together!”
The timber of his voice in my own living room made my nerve endings tingle, as if I am listening to Lou Rawls sing. Rawl’s deep growly voice was as musical as it was profoundly bass. I stifled a giggle It amused me that his name is even the same!. Embarrassed, I hoped it appeared as a thoughtful smile on my face. After months of talking on the phone, without my husband knowing, we are face to face. “Yes, Deni, we not only went to high school together, we played ball together both there and in college.” His black eyes are caressing my face. My wetness increased, causing my little inner lips to tickle slightly. God, can I really do this today?
Joey chimed in “Yeah babe, not only did we play ball together, we were both all-state in high school, we both played in the Blue-Grey game the last two years of college ball.”
“So are you two saying that you’re both great ball players?” They both laughed at my statement. Their laughter steeled my resolve. I pressed the issue. “So who is better? You babe, or Rawl?”
That stirred up a hornet’s nest of male testosterone! They had both forgotten that my purring kitty was bare and exposed before our guest’s eyes. They chattered over all of the screw-ups each other had made during their years of games together.
“So what did you play Rawl? Joey played quarterback, right?”
“Yeah! He played quarter back all right, ……… and he had a hard time holding on to my snaps on fourth and one plays, the fumble fingered goat!” Rawl was grinning widely. His teeth were a brilliant radiating white.
“Well if you had snapped it into my hands, there would not have been any problem you big galoot!”
I saw my opening. “Are you telling me that Rawl was the center on the team?” They both nodded. Grinning now, I press on. “So you have had your hands all over him everyday, right? Playing with his ass and patting his balls, right guys?” They looked at each other with sheepish grins. I realized I had hit on something here. I lasered in on my husband’s eyes, “Spill the beans babe! Tell me about what your shit eating grin is hiding!”
They both blushed! Two big virile men, one about two hundred pounds and six foot two tall, and the other one about six foot six and two hundred seventy five pounds were blushing like schoolgirls with their first crush.
“You guys fooled around with each other didn’t you?” They both turned crimson.
“Well it wasn’t exactly like that babe, more like not being able to go to sleep with the big game the next day.”
“So what did you two DO about that, honey?”
“You know,……….. lie there and talk about girls, and who we would like to boff. Then wish like hell we could jerk-off so we could go to sleep.”
“And then what?” I knew I had them! They were both looking at the floor, like it needed a very close inspection. Their ears could have lead Santa’s sleigh through the foggy Christmas eve!
“Come on Rawl, tell me. Fess up. What did you two do?”
“You know……………I’ll do yours if you’ll do mine kind-a-thing.”
“You two are admitting that you have touched each other’s cocks? Jerked each other off? Or did you suck each other off? God this is so hot!” I looked from one to the other. NO one was talking! “You did each other in your butt holes, didn’t you!”
A furiously quick response. “No babe, we never did that. We just got each other off so we could go to sleep. That’s all.”
There was something about their body language that told me differently, but I decided to let it go. FOR NOW! I knew then that I had a handle to put my plans in play. Jumping up, I steered them down the path I knew would lead me to my fantasies “So let’s have a little scrimmage outside on the back lawn you big bad football players! Shuck your good clothes and put on some shorts, let’s play some football!”
“Whoa little tiny lady, what if we hurt you?” Rawl looked down at my barely five foot tall, hundred pound body. From his six foot six inch height he could see down through my skimpy little top all t he way to my navel.
“I’m a tom-boy, don’t worry about me! I can take care of myself. Tell you what! Just to make it even, I’ll be quarterback today. You two can switch off as my center each time the ball changes hands. That way the quarter back is always the same person. No unfair advantage for either of you!”
“Hey Rawl, don’t worry about it. she is a tough little broad, lets do it. But babe, we are going to tackle you! So be ready, you little runt!” My husband’s face was not just smiling, it was beaming. He was elated at the possibility of seeing Rawl grabbing my tiny body and his hands ending up on my nearly naked breasts ….. or somewhere more fertile!
They changed in the bedroom as I retrieve the football that Joey kept for playing pick up-ball with his buddies. I was pleased to see that neither were wearing their boxers under their loose shorts that I had selected and laid out on our bed. Rawl’s massive chest was nearly trophy smooth and layered with muscles. His thick pecs rippled when I tossed him the ball. God did I love men with their shirts off!
Rawls penis was nearly protruding from the bottom of his borrowed running shorts. I could see it swinging in there. My husband’s shorts were tented in the front from his semi-erect state. My wetness ratcheted up a full notch. I had to tear my eyes away from their crotches. Joey’s eyes were watching my eyes watch Rawl. When I looked up, he winked at me and grinned a mile wide.
Joey slapped my butt like I was a real ball player. “OK babe, make sure that you don’t play any favorites here now!”
My grin had never been bigger. I lead them into our fenced in private back yard. I felt very comfortable that no one could see us playing because I sunbathed in my carefully placed string bikini back there a lot. I cherished my tan lines. So did Joey. “OK, guys, here is the deal. Instead of calling a play like you guys do in a real game, I will just tell you where to go. But instead of doing that idiotic hut-hut thing, I am going to tell you how many times I will pat your balls or yank your dicks. So if I say cock on four, then I will yank your cock four times. On my fourth yank, hike the ball to me. OK?” I look into their shocked eyes. “OK? …………..Hello?..........Anybody hear me?”
They both erupted into gales of hooting laughter. Joey was laughing so hard he ended up rolling around on the ground holding his stomach. Rawl was bent over with his hands on his knees gasping for air, his eyes watering.
“What did I say that was so funny?”
They just pointed at each other. Finally their laughter tapered off. Joey finally made it back to his feet and put his arm around my shoulder, his palm rested comfortably on my left breast.
“Honey, that is almost exactly what we did on one of our game winning sneak plays!” He burst into laughter again as Rawl dried his eyes. “We called it ‘balls to the wall.’”
“Yeah, and your husband hit me in the balls so hard that I almost dropped to my knees. He’s just lucky that the guy that was my blocking assignment didn’t cream him.”
“Naw! Rawl, we were going two steps left on that run, remember?”
“No, asshole, we were going straight ahead. You scored, remember? The man that you went straight across fell down, you lucky son of a bitch. …….. Remember?”
Joey waved it off.
I toke my quarter out of my key pocket and told Rawl to call it.
“Tails.”
It was heads, so Joey chose offense and Rawl chose the south end of the yard.
Leaning over in our huddle, Joey asked me “So babe, are you ready to have him?”
“Depends on who wins the game babe!” I gave him that ‘so you better play hard’ look. “Pass. Straight then right. Balls on two.”
Joey crouched over the ball, both hands on the football lying on the ground. Rawl was back from the line about three paces. I feel pretty sure he was going to cover Joey, not tackle me. Part of me was disappointed.
I reached into the loose leg holes of my husband’s shorts and stroked his dangling penis. He began to harden instantly. I sensed Rawl’s eyes coveting my mostly exposed breasts as I leaned over. I patted Joey’s balls twice and he was off. Back pedaling, Rawl is taken slightly by surprise, and Joey gets by him. I passed the ball just as Joey ran by him. My pass was off, but Joey made the catch anyway. Oddly, his agility and speed took me by surprise. Turning, Rawl gawked at seeing my right breast left exposed when I raised my arm to pass the ball. I pretended not to notice. “I can see that I will have to be on my toes here! Did you red-shirt in college, or what?”
I grinned my answer. “Red shirt!? I wore school colors! Just don’t ever underestimate a tom-boy!” Joey did his victory dance in his end zone, then looked at me and watched my jiggling exposed breast as I run to him and leapt into his arms, wrapping my legs around his thin waist and hips. He danced me around as part of his own victory dance. Then he set me down, not saying anything about my breast being exposed. I grinned inwardly, feeling the continued butterflies of arousal in my loins.
Rawl was staring at my bobbling breast as we huddled. His breathing was slightly ragged as he thought about me touching his cock now. “Straight down three paces, then hook back at me and stop. I think Joey will go right by you. Cock on ten!”
Rawls face was a mask of need. I nonchalantly put my hand on his hard butt as I walked up to him. Then I bent over and reach inside his baggy shorts and touched a stranger’s penis for the very first time in my life.
Unable to wait, I put my other hand on his balls and caressed them, testing their size and their texture. They were large and his fertile eggs were firm and huge. They seemed to hang down into my hands, not like Joeys which were fitted tight at the bottom of his cock shaft. I stroked Rawl once, twice, then three times. He began to harden as I caressed his cock head. It too seemed so large in comparison to Joey’s. I stroked his cock again and again then on eight, I yanked it.
Joey, seeing my obvious movement, launched himself across the line and landed on top of me, knocking me down.
His face filled with concern, my husband looked at me. “Oh god, honey, I’m sorry! Are you OK?”
Lying there on my back, I put my fingers between my lips and wolf whistled. “Penalty! OFF SIDES! Loss of shorts! First down!” I grinned at Joey as he realized what the penalty was. He flushed bright red.
Rawl was howling with laughter as Joey removed his shorts, naked now except for his shoes. Joey’s white, lengthening penis bobbed as he walked to the defensive position again.
Rawl reached down and picked his tiny quarterback up from the ground. I could see a dark dangling member up inside his slightly tented shorts for a brief instant as he stood above me. I felt my wetness rising.
I again did not bother to pull my top down, and both breasts were now jiggling freely, comforted by the slight late afternoon breeze that whispered by. Rawl was obviously still feeling the effects of my hands on his manhood. His shorts were bulging as he bent over and put his face next to my shoulder. “God Deni, this is going to drive me nuts. You are so GORGEOUS all hanging out like that. God, you are beautiful!”
I grinned at him and murmured into his ear, my lips just touched his earlobe, “Thanks baby! Same play, except cock on fifteen.” Rawl grinned and went to the ball. Again I reach in and stroked his cock from top to bottom. Joey’s eyes followed my caressing movements inside those loose running shorts. The member in question grew more, beginning to rise, thickening quickly until my hands could not reach around it. I almost lost track of how many strokes I had given him.
I guessed that I was now at twelve. Each time I yanked, Joey would jump then arrest himself. I yanked Rawl’s turgid cock head three times quickly. Rawl sprinted past my husband and Joey turned to follow, hitting full speed just as Rawl pivoted and stopped. I timed the ball perfectly and Rawl long arms reached out and snagged it. He turned, sprinting to the goal as Joey had turned and stopped realizing he had over-run his receiver. I raised my arms and felt my unfettered breasts bobble and jiggle as I danced in glee.
Six-Six!


The game continued as I alternated between erotic exploration of their cocks and balls and trying to psych out the opponent on each play. This is how football should be played!
It was now 24 to 24.
“Ok babe, go straight down on Rawl’s right side, then just as you go behind him, cut hard left and come around behind him. Cock on twenty.”
“Oh god honey, I will cum before that!”
“Better not baby, save it for me for later. God baby, I’m so aroused! I need to taste your cummies.” I stared at Rawl’s shorts. his cock is rampantly pushing on the thin fabric. Suddenly, as he took a step, his dark purple head escaped the loosely restrictive fabric and emerged, peering shyly into the fading sunlight, and my enraptured face.
My excited caresses on my husband’s cock were almost more than he could bear. I felt his penis pulsing rapidly in my hand at fifteen. I yanked his cock head five times and he took off, executing perfectly.
Rawl realized he was outfoxed and made a lunge for the ball as it sailed over his head. In mid air, he looked down and realized he was coming down right on top of me.
I screamed.
His reaction time was incredible as he wrapped his arms around me and grabbed me like a small child, cushioning me and holding my head up as we crashed to the ground. He was so strong that his huge body barely touched mine as we both landed, intricately entwined. I felt like a tiny child in the arms of her big strong protective father.
As I lay there, I realized that I had wrapped my legs lewdly around his waist as we were falling toward the ground. Looking at his face, his eyes searched frantically, trying to see whether he had hurt me. The slight fragrance of his mysterious after-shave drifted to my nostrils. I snaked my arms around his neck, raised my head and kissed him gently on his soft, wide, slightly parted lips. I felt his turgid cockhead pressing against my own lips below. Our breathing was ragged and choppy from the game and from the sexual tension. As his chest heaved, I felt his dark purple plumb moving up and down my tiny, lily-white nether lips. Somehow his penis had instinctively found its way under my shorts and was now caressing the passions of my body. I could scarcely breathe as the smooth shiny rigid skin of his ripe plumb caressed my soft needy folds. We both gasped for air. We stayed like that for a five-second eternity. His manly flesh was pulsing in need, its head ready to enter my fertile womb and spew its baby-making pearly cum into my body. It was all I can do to keep from forcing my body onto his need, pushing myself onto the tip of his rigidness. My breathing became even more ragged and needy.
Regaining his senses, Rawl scrambled off of me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my husband fascinated beyond words with my actions, his hand furtively stroking his own naked whiteness. Again I put my fingers to my lips and blew my ‘whistle.’ “Roughing the Quarterback, Loss of shorts! First down.” Looking at Rawl, I heard my quavering voice say “Lower your long black rope, sir Knight! Help this fair maiden to ascend from her lowly abyss!”
Rawl’s brilliant smile flashed at me as he looked at me lying there and sorted out what I had just suggested. He quickly scrambled out of his shorts, his cock slamming up against his flat, hard stomach as it emerged from its delicate imprisonment. Then he squatted directly above me, pushed his pulsing cock down, and offered his black ‘rope’ to me. I grabbed it with both hands and he stood up, raising me off my back with his turgid manhood.
Joey was still watching us with rigid interest in hand. His whiteness was bouncing frantically as he stood there staring, mouth open, at my newly discovered audacity.
“OK Guys one more touchdown for the win, then we are hitting the showers! Winner gets the special treat tonight!”
Neither man looked the least bit sorry to hear that.


My wobbly Hail Mary pass to Rawl sewed up the game. My hips swiveled toward the shower, feeling my body quiver in anticipation. My tiny lips were so slick with need that I felt no opposition between them as I walked.
Stepping into the shower, which was on the concrete porch next to the hot tub, I twisted the controls. The scream of the ice cold water cascaded over me. I raised my goosepimply arms over my head, pulling off my top. I felt my naked breasts harden as the cold water assaulted their tender delicacies. My nipples contracted to bullet shaped steel. The warm water finally arrived and the growing warmth allowed my goose pimpled flesh blessed relief. Snickering bawdily, I told the boys “Ok guys, bring your tools over here for me to clean up. I take good care of all my high-quality tools. Beckoning to Joey, I looked directly at his penis. He shucked his shoes. His cock waggled erotically as he walked the few steps to my eager hands.
“Come on Rawl, take off your shoes and join us where it’s warm.” I took the soap and began to stroke my husband’s penis with one hand while I slid my other hand under his testicles and circled the rosebud buried between his cheeks. My wrist caressed his scrotum as I circled him with my wet fingers. Throwing his head back, he moaned. Bending over, I took his newly cleaned need into my mouth, feeling it pulsing as he strained not to cum yet.
I pulled his hips to my face, and his iron-rigid member entered the threshold of my throat. Shocked at my aggressiveness, it was more than he could stand. His salty reward spewed into my yearning swallow. I relished his few drops of white salty cream without hurry. I kept his penis buried within my ravishing mouth, suckling, until his tender flesh could take no more of the increasingly painful sensation.
He pulled himself from my mouth. I heard the wet plopping of his penis flopping down onto his emptied testicles. With faltering robot-like steps my beloved husband staggered back the two steps to the hot tub and collapsed onto its edge. His breathing was coming in sucking gasps. From years of experience I knew that his cock would not rise again for at least twelve hours.
The decks of ‘Arousal’ were now cleared for my next adventure with semen.
Standing, I turned to Rawl with lust filled eyes. I looked up at his darkly handsome face, his broad grin, his black, highly focused eyes caressing my naked breasts. I smiled softly at him as my left hand instinctively explored his rigid torpedo. He moved the scant few inches into my intimate caresses. I washed his penis and testicles with the gentlest of caresses. My eyes watched his swelling phallus rise to full bloom under my loving touch. Soon my left hand rose to his broad chest, running lightly across the sparse wiry tightly curled circles of hair centered between his well defined ebony pectoral muscles. My right hand moved to caress his upper arm. His huge bicep flexed powerfully as his hands rose to the small of my back. Pushing his wet, swollen member down, I straddled it and felt my lips and thighs run along his rigid shaft as I moved toward his body, hugging him, my naked breasts plumping against his six-pack stomach. His cock caressed my lips. In return, my stiff nipples caressed his hard-muscled stomach. I felt his thick fingers gently stroke the small of my back. Between my legs, his swollen sex pulsed against my wet receptivity. The contrast between my tan and his ebony grace was all that my sated husband could see in the fading, rose colored faint light of the afternoon as we caressed each others body. Our explorations brought both of us to new heights of arousal.
The porch light clicked on as darkness enveloped us.
“You OK with this, good buddy?” Rawl asked as he looked down at my blown-out husband’s uncertain face. Joey was too wiped from his too long awaited, incredibly intense orgasm to even raise his hand. One tentative, uncertain nod as his half-closed eyes languidly watched his tiny wife caress her first potential lover outside our marriage was all he could muster.
I again took the soap and carefully caressed the black steely member till it was not only clean, it sparkled softly under the water’s caress. Liquid kisses ran down its mouth-watering length and rippled around its shaft. Swollen flesh bounced in my hands as I caressed his rigid pride. His loosely supported testicles in their thin-fleshed sack filled my hands as I carefully tended to them. I watched them slide from the ridge of my thumb into the palm of my hand as I washed them with a most passionate careful tenderness. I could think of nothing except them, that they contained virile, potent, baby making sperm which would soon enter my unprotected, fertile womb. As if drawn by an invisible force, I felt my hand pulled under his scrotum, pressing the dark skinned legs a part, to his anal passage made available for my pleasure. My fingers circled it, testing its center for receptivity. He tightened instinctively against my probing digit. I smiled softly, hoping that would soon change.
From above me, “Let me wash you now, Deni.”
Glancing up at his face, I smiled my consent. His huge hands slowly lowered my shorts. I stepped out of them, fully naked before a man other than my husband for the first time in my life. My body was quivering in both uncertainty and anticipation. My hands tremble slightly as I placed the soap in his hands.
“I’m nervous too, Boo?”
Boo, he called me Boo. ………………… I decided I liked it.
His huge hands lathered the bar of soap. With an exquisitely gentle hand on my shoulder he turned me around to face my husband. There I was, facing my husband, fully naked, and about to be touched intimately by a man that was, other than a football game and few phone calls, a stranger to me. With the gentleness of a woman his hands washed my back, working from my shoulders down past my shoulder blades, to the small of my back, then on down to the tan lined globes of my derrière.
His hands were so large that I could feel his fingers on all sides of my cheek. His thumbs softly probed between my buttocks. I relaxed into his hands and he separated me, moving his huge finger across my puckering. My gasp caught me by surprise. His finger circled the tiny orifice, then stroked across it in a controlling familiarity.
His other arm encircled my body and I felt him lift my breast. I closed my eyes. I felt only his touches, the rest of the world had disappeared. My head was back against his chest as he familiarized himself with my secret body. His fingers fluttered over my nipples in an experimental pass. His strong arms enfolded me.
One hand dropped slowly, his finger tips caressing down my fertile belly to my secret place that brings me such incredible pleasures. One feathery finger drifted over my tiny lips, touching them, owning them. That finger slipped tentatively within my petalled folds. That finger felt as thick as my husband’s penis.
I heard him sob.
Turning gently within his arms I touched his cheek, looking into his tear filled eyes. “What is it sweetheart? Missing her?”
Slowly he nodded as he buried his face into my shoulder, wracked with sobs. On my tiptoes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and rocked him as best I could. My swollen nipples moved back and forth on his pectoral muscles as his body emptied itself of his profound grief.
“Tell me baby. Talk to me honey. It’s OK, its OK, you can tell me baby.” I was crooning to him like a mother croons to her sobbing child.
“Is it too soon for you sweetheart? It’s OK if it’s too soon for you, OK?”
His bass voice rumbled through his tears. “No, …….. its OK, …….. it just hit me hard when I touched you. You feel so much like hers. I’ll be OK, honest. Just hold me for a bit, Boo.”
Joey’s arms encircled us both. We stood in the warm cascading water for a long time, rocking and swaying as this huge virile grieving man’s tears subsided. He finally looked up and said, “Well that’s embarrassing!” His awkward grin was self effacing and sheepish. He wiped his eyes.
Joey was faster with his comfort than I was. “Hey man, if I ever lost Deni, it would take me a whole lot more than two years to get over it. Don’t worry about it. ……. Besides, I’ve seen your cock get yanked by a woman half your size, right in the middle of a football game!”
Rawl laughed in basso profundo relief.
I stretched up to kiss his full lips as Joey stood beside us, looking down at Rawl’s hugeness languishing against my naked fertile belly.
“Damn man, I had forgotten the size of that thing of yours. Will that thing even fit inside her do you think? She’s only used to my dinky little pecker. You take it easy on her the first time, you huge galoot.”
“Don’t worry Joey, I will treat her with the utmost courtesy and respect. After all, if I am ever going to stay here again in the future, I don’t want my host pissed off at me now, do I?” His eyes watched Joey’s for a reaction to his innuendo.
The secrets were starting to materialize. My body continued to respond to Rawl’s drenching masculinity. I felt my mind submitting to his gentle dominance. Drifting, I fantasized about him entering me. I had to refocus, it was not yet time to jump into the maw of the tantalizing tiger “Hey, lets hot tub for a bit,” I said to break my throbbing sexual tension. Deliciously naked I dashed for the tub and splashed in to my favorite seat. “Hit the bubbles babe!”
I sank into the security and familiarity of the rumbling effervescence watching the men ease slowly into the wonderfully sensuous heat on both sides of me. Though Rawl’s magnificent erection had not survived his tears, this man amazed me! I felt very comfortable around him, even naked and anticipating what I hoped to do soon with him as my husband watched us cavort. I already knew, without even admitting it to myself yet, that he had totally dominated me. I was totally his for the taking, …………….. for his using.


Joey stifled a fake yawn. “Well you two, if we are going to play, we had better get to it before I fall asleep. Let’s dry off and go figure this thing out.”
His words hit me with the impact of a fist in my solar plexus. ‘It’ was actually going to happen! Oh My GOD! I looked at Joey’s face for reassurance that my actions would not damage his fierce male pride.
With slight temerity, Joey moves toward our future. “Come on babe!” Joey was thinking of the potential consequences of continuing to follow the course that seemed more and more defined. I could hear the tremolo in his voice. He is scared! I took his hand as we walked into the house. He looked down at me with false machismo. “Have fun tonight little darling. I will be right there with you the whole time. If you do decide to do ‘it,’ just relax, it will all be OK, OK?”
I squeezed his hand, then kissed his bicep to reassure him, and me, of my deep and abiding love for him. “I love you Joey. Please baby, no matter what happens tonight, no matter what we all three do, don’t ever doubt that, OK? I know what might happen could be hard on you, but this is what you want me to do, right?”
Ever the typical macho jock, he made a joke of his fears. “Hey babe, it isn’t me that has to take that monster cock into my tiny pee hole. YOU should be the frightened one!”
I played along. “He’s not as big as the head of a baby. So this will be a good stretching practice for when that little chocolate body comes out of me.”
I felt quivers of………. joy, ………. fear, ….. anticipation …… sexual need at actually telling my husband that I might become pregnant by someone, someone other than him! “In fact, if he fucks me every night and morning, I should have no problem stretching to that size in nine months, right?”
I felt Joey’s arm jerk in belated shock. He only vaguely heard me speak of a future that he had not yet fully considered. In the midst of his mounting fears, it hit him that I was talking about having a baby, a chocolate baby, no less, with Rawl. I felt his hand start to shake. We entered the bedroom. Our bedroom. Our marital bed stood there, sacred until this moment. We stopped as we contemplated the ramifications of what was happening here.
Again I broke the ice. “Babe, Rawl will need a robe or something.”
Startled, Rawl remembered, “Oh, I almost forgot. My suitcases are in the car. Be right back!”
Looking up at my husband, “Honey, …. Joey, ….. why don’t you move some of your things into the guest bedroom so Rawl can hang his clothes in here?”
Joey looked at me with the strangest expression.
“If you want to babe.” I added.
He paused, then, “No, you’re right Deni, I need to get used to the fact that you may decide that you want him to be sleeping with you a lot of the time.” My husband’s head was hanging down as his crotch seemed to strobe a bit in the light of the soon to be desecrated master bathroom. “Why don’t you help me pick out what I should move?”
We went through his things quickly, and by the time that Rawl returned, we had made Rawl a lot of space in Joey’s closet. My husband helped Rawl unload his suitcase and hang his clothes inside what was until then Joey’s exclusive domain.
Rawl had two large bags. Watching his wide shoulders ripple as he picked up the large heavy bags made me even more aware of the aroused surgings in my own body. When they finished working, half of Joey’ closet was filled with Rawl’s clothing. Seeing the clothing of two men hanging in my bedroom caused me to tremble in excitement. Two men, one woman. Good odds!
“Here honey, where do you want your tooth brush and shaver and stuff to be?” I handed him these prime vestiges of his claim stake to the master bedroom.
Naked, Joey and I watched Rawl place his toiletry items where Joey’s had always been. Joey moved his to the bottom drawer.


We all sat down on the bed, me with my typical spread kneed Indian position, Joey mirroring me, and Rawl with one leg on the floor, the other one curled under him.
Rawl was still dressed, Joey and I were naked. I felt a wonderful sense of peace, knowing that I was submissively naked before my clothed giant. I decided to ratchet the drama another notch.
“Joey, babe, tell Rawl about your fantasy. …………………. Or do you want me to?”
My husband hemmed and hawed for a few seconds.
Softly I put my hand on Rawl’s knee to gather courage. Looking first at Joey, I started in a faltering voice. “Ok babe, correct me where ever I screw up, OK? Ok ………….. Rawl ………. OK, now ……..see, Joey has this fantasy. See ……… well, I’ll just say it; he has always wanted to watch me fuck another man.” There it was. Simple as that. “He wants me to fuck another man as he watches me be pleasured to fantastic orgasms as I am fucked by this other man, in his fantasy, a black man. In fact, …………. specifically,………. you, ….. Rawl.”
I looked at my husband. He wais crimson with humiliation. My admission further aroused the feelings that made me want Rawl to have me, have me in a way that would bring him exquisite pleasure. Pleasure because of me, because of my body.
As I looked up at Rawl’s face. Again it struck me just how big this man was, how wide his masculine shoulders were, how his heavily muscled black body seemed to bring out the submissive little white woman in me. Just gazing at his virility made me moist, made me crave his acceptance.
I continued on, knowing the humiliation that my words were causing my husband, “In fact, he wants this other man, you, or other MEN, to treat HIM like he is their servant. Make him serve them as they sexually pleasure me.” I paused to gather my thoughts. “See, …………. he has always been the one in total control. His whole life he has been the leader, the one everyone looks to, …. to make decisions, ….. make things happen, make everyone else do what they are supposed to do. He has asked me many times, hundreds of times, to take control of our sex life and treat him as a servant that must pleasure me, …………. however I should want him to pleasure me. We have made love using this scenario SO many times in the past ten years. For a long time, I did not understand how this worked, how it made him feel.. Then he started leaving pictures around, and stories, and explanations of this thing he calls cuckolding.” I looked at Rawl, looking for a favorable expression.
“And how do YOU feel a bout this Boo?” Rawl’s eyes searched my face for my true feelings.
My mind refused to come up with the appropriate words. Finally I just blurted out “I cum like a wild fuck whore.” I felt my own face turn as red as my husband’s.
“Are you telling me that you DO want to ‘have’ other men as Joey watches?”
My head was down, and my cheeks burned, but I answered him honestly. “Yes, if that is what YOU want me to do too, Rawl.” A long silence ensued as Rawl processed the information.
“Joey, anything you want to add to this? Any restrictions, …. input?”
Still flushed with embarrassment, Joey looked Rawl in the eye. “Rawl, I trust you more than any man I know. I trust you with my life, more importantly, I trust you with my wife’s life. I know that you will always take good care of her as if she were your own wi………….. Shit, I’m sorry Rawl.”
“No, Joey, that’s OK. I hear what you’re trying to say. Go on.”
My eyes became glued, watching Rawl’s penis lengthening and thickening down his pants leg as we talked.
“Rawl, I want to give my wife’s body to you for you to use, enjoy, pleasure, and pardon my French here Deni, fuck the shit out of. I want you to take her to heights she has never felt before sexually with me. I want YOU, my friend, to make all her fantasies come true.
My husband continued, “Rawl, You may discover that you have to retract your earlier promise to always treat her with respect, because you may discover that she wants to have you do things to her, for her, that require you to treat her like a slut or a whore. If you two decide that is the case, I want you to do that for her, ….. and for me.”
Rawl’s alert eyes watched us both sitting naked before his clothed body as he waited to see if Joey is done talking. Then, “I see.” Inside his pant leg, his little head peered at me over his calf, as his big head began to get the full picture.
I felt my own wetness throbbing insistently. One touch right in the right spot as I sat there soaking in his incredible physique, just one touch, and I would have sky rocketed.
There was a long pause as, in awe, I studied his celebrated business mind work out the permutations. His head bobbed and weaved a bit as he weighed the risks and benefits.
Finally he asked me “Are you in sync with this Boo?”
Boo again. I loved it. I reveled in his delicious comforting dominance of me. I felt my wetness escaping my increasingly sensitive little flower. I searched with my hand for his little head, then, finding it, grinned at Rawl. “As I confessed to you in tears on the phone yesterday, Rawl, yes, I am ‘in sync’ with this.”
And that was that.



Part Two….Changing of the Guard

“Joey, go buy us a bottle of Kahlua and a quart of half-and-half. We need to have a little passing-of-the-rights ceremony here this evening.”
Assuming the role my husband had been begging for, joey pulled on his sweats, grabbed his wallet and car keys, then headed out the door.
Rawl waited until we heard his car leave the garage, then got up and left the bedroom. I heard his car start, then heard it pull into the garage beside my Boxster. Rumbling thunder announced the garage door rolling down. The garage door into the house opened and closed. Seconds later Rawl walked back into our bedroom. Obviously joey would park outside from then on.
He stood there by the bed, regarding my naked lightly quivering body.
He shook his head, then said, “Boo, I cannot concentrate with you naked like that. Go put on a negligee, or something sexy, but cover that gorgeous body. God are you beautiful!”
Eagerly, to obey the man that had so emotionally dominated me that I knew I would never question him, I scampered off to my dressing room. Selecting a black peignoir, to show the solemnity of the occasion, I returned to sit beside him on my marital bed.
Rawl watched my graceful movements as I returned to him. His eyes drank in my body as he smiled at me. He gently commanded me “Boo, tell me about your fantasies.”
God, I had so many. But I tentatively started with some of my tame ones, unsure of his reaction.
“Hold it Boo, have you never been with a black man, honey??”
“No, I have never been with any one other than my husband.”
“No kidding, you were a virgin when you and Joey got together?”
I nodded, “Until our wedding night.”
Rawls smile became so huge that I could scarcely believe his face could contain it.
“No shit! I thought Bunnie was a virgin when we got married too. Deni, tell me, why you want this. You told me some pretty tame fantasies. Is that what you want, tame? Or do you have some really racy ones that you’re afraid to tell me?”
So watching his face anxiously, looking for his approval of my core being, blushing as I talked, I told Rawl about the other ones, ……the perverted ones.


When joey walked back into our bedroom with the Kahlua bottle and carton of half-and-half, his face was flushed with humiliation at discovering that Rawl had commandeered his parking space.
Without acknowledging my husbands continuing embarrassment, Rawl catapults us into my husband’s fantasy-come-true. “Joey, I’m going to give you a name to be used when we’re in the bedroom, while we playing sexually, I guess I should say. This name we will all three use when we are involved in sex play. It will NOT be used in public at any time or for any reason. Clear?” Rawl looked at us both.
We both nodded yes.
“So, joey, your sex play name is ‘Dink’.”
I titter as joey flushed bright red.
Rawl continued “Also, there is a name that you two are to call me when we are playing like this. ………. You two will, from now on, call me ‘Bull’ in private.”
My tummy billowed in need as I watched him assume total ownership of my husband, our household, of me, of our relationship, even of our names. The very core of my body thrilled to feel his dominance. My little flower was soaked, leaking onto the lacy black fabric covering my increasingly submissive body.
“Dink, get that little white dick out and let’s hold them side by side. I want your little white wife to see the differences between your white penis and my black one.”
I watched as my husband pulled his sweats down and steps out of them. Rawl, ….. Bull now, did the same.
Standing beside them looking down at their cocks side by side caused my breath to come in gasps. Bull’s massive cock looked at least half again as long my husband’s, and thicker, lots thicker. Bull’s black cock looked as large as joey’s forearm.
“Boo, get a measuring tape.”
“Yes Bull.” I reveled inwardly as I actually said it, felt it roll off my lips, heard my own voice capitulate to his dominance.
My wetness began caressing my thighs as it trickled downward while I walked. I found a cloth measuring tape in my sewing room. Placing it in his large lightly colored palm, my tummy moved from a tingling to a titillating crawling sensation within me. My pussy changed form a trickling to flowing like a faucet.
“Boo, measure your husband’s white penis for length. Hold it by its tip and stretch it out as far as you can pull it. I’ll hold the end of the tape against his stomach while you read the length.”
I bent down close to my husband’s smaller cock, “Six inches and ………………….. one quarter inch if I pull really hard.” For a few seconds my white thumb print remained on my husband’s pink cock head when I released him.
“We will have to measure his girth after he gets hard again. Now measure my big black penis.”
My tummy felt distinct sexual flutters as my hand took hold of his large dark flesh. My husband was standing next to me watching every move of my white hands on Bull’s black skin. “Eight and ……… a little over three quarters inches.”
“Dink, kneel and let your pretty little wife have the pleasure of watching you suck my black cock nice and hard for her.” Joey blanched, his face crimson. “Come on Dink, it isn’t as though it is the first time that you have sucked my cock is it, after all?”
I knew it!
My husband flushed such a bright red that I feared he would faint. But true to his fantasy, he kneeled before Bull and took Bull’s big thick cock head into his mouth. His cheeks bulged a bit as he began his long wished for official duties. His cheeks expanded as his mouth consumed more and more of Bulls black shaft. I could not resist the need to touch myself as I watched my athletic, successful, well built husband kneeling before a gorgeous sexy black man, sucking his incredibly thick cock.
In absolute amazement I watched as Joey’s comparatively tiny cock began to lengthen, growing rapidly as he sucked Bull’s big prick. His lips began to slide up and down the black shaft as his eyes closed and a look of rapture engulfed his face. His hands came up to cup Bull’s large testicles, caressing them, rolling them gently, lovingly, his fingers caressing them as he suckled.
Bull’s masculinity grew too, and as he did, my beloved husband seemed to be able to take more and more cock into his mouth. Bull began to move his hips back and forth, thrusting in and out of my husband’s subservient suckling opening.
The look of blissful contentment on my husband’s face took my breath away. Men are always calling each other faggot and cocksucker, but there it was, happening in real time, my husband blissfully sucking the thick black cock of his best friend.
“Good boy, joey, comes right back to you doesn’t it? Like it as well as you did in high school?” My husband nodded without even opening his eyes, or missing a suck.
My body was on fire with need. This man had so dominated my husband that I felt like a tiny girl that was trying so hard to gain the approval of her grandfather, or favorite uncle.
Bull’s cock made a smacking sound as he pulled out of joey’s voraciously sucking mouth. “Now measure my girth at the thickest point of my shaft, Boo.” Rawls dark fingers held his wet cock out for me. Joey’s eyes opened slowly, clearly disappointed. He watched my small white hands handle the black cock he had been ecstatically sucking to hardness. There was saliva still on his lips and he was breathing hard. A tiny clear string of spittle still clung to Bull’s cock head and ran back to my darling Dink’s lips.
In a slightly mocking tone, Bull taunted my husband. “Don’t worry Dink, you will get your black cum reward later. Just be patient. After I have satisfied your little white wife with my big black cock, I will let you taste my black cum straight out of her stretched out pussy. All right?”
Again my husband flushed bright red as he looked up at my eyes, trying to gauge my reaction to what he had just done. I pursed an air kiss at him. He flushed even darker as he realized that I then knew that his proper place was, and had been, on his knees before Bull.
With overly excited, fumbling fingers I encircled Bull’s magnificent thickness with my tape measure. “Fourteen and a quarter inches” I announced.
“Now measure Dink’s little white-husband-cock, Boo.”
My husband stood and jutted his hips out for my measurements. His proud little cock was fully hard again. I shook my head in bewilderment. Black cock in my husband’s mouth had really turned him on. Never in a thousand years would I have guessed! Wrapping the tape around his shaft, I marveled at the differences in coloration. It jarred me that my husband’s cock already felt small and insubstantial in comparison to Bull’s thick, heavy member.
“A tiny bit over three inches, Sir.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bull’s fleeting grin at my using the ‘Sir’.
“Now measure the length and girth of my middle finger. This one, the one that will provide you with so much pleasure here in a bit, Boo.” He held up ‘the fig,’ faced toward joey. Then he held out his hand, spreading his fingers widely apart. I measured his middle digit.
“Six and a half inches long and …………………….. three and a quarter inches around.”
“So, Dink, which is bigger, your little white cock, or my black middle finger?”
“Your middle finger, Bull, ……………sir.” His face was abjectly contrite, his cheeks pink in humiliation. But his eyes were dancing. I perceived a bit of fear there still, but clearly my husband had been relishing all this.
“Now ….. Dink, go make us all a Kahlua and Cream. And make sure you float that cream on top. One ice cube each glass.” My husband scurried off toward the kitchen. “Now Boo, tell me for certain, this is how you two want things to be, right?”
With bright excited eyes and a girlish grin, I vigorously nodded my head.
“Boo, um, …. if I ever overstep my bounds, it is your responsibility to tell me so, OK? Not in front of your joey, but privately where we can discuss it. Capice?”
Again I nodded, a grin plastered all over my totally infatuated face. I caressed his forearm as we waited.
Dink returned with three perfectly poured Kahlua and creams. Looking at the white cream layered placidly on top of the dark brown Kahlua, I realized how well Bull had thought this through.
After a short exciting session of innuendo, Bull lifted his glass. He instructed my husband to repeat after him:
“As the white husband of Deni, I do hereby relinquish any and all husbandly rights to my wife’s gorgeous, perfect little white body to Bull.”
In wonder, I watch joey’s cock again extending as he repeated those words.
“And I agree that I have no rights to sexual enjoyment with her unless she specifically tells me that she has granted me such connubial rights on a one time basis.”
Joey’s miniature cock was now fully erect again! It had been less than an hour since I lovingly suckled his semen from him, and he was already hard for the third time! He continues to intone his pledge.
“Hereafter, I agree not to touch her body, including her breasts or buttocks without her explicit, unsolicited, prior permission.”
My husband’s penis was rapidly pulsing as he recited the exciting words.
“I agree that Bull may take my wife away with him for extended periods, and I agree that this is now his right.”
Joey’s face was flushed with apprehension and shame, but still he responded with unsteady animation.
“I understand that Bull may permit other men and or women to use my wife for sexual and other pleasurable purposes.”
I saw my husband’s whole body harden as if he was trying to stymie an orgasm even as he acquiesced again. Bull was watching my husband’s body language closely. I thin smile curled his lips. “I agree that all these things are Bull’s right, and I may not object or hinder any uses of my wife’s body by people of Bull’s choosing for their pleasures.”
Joey was having a harder and harder time talking as his jaw clenched and his hips began moving in slight thrusting motions. My husband glanced shame faced at my beaming grin. Again he repeated Bull’s exact words.
“I agree that Bull may breed my wife to be with child, and I will gladly raise any available resulting child in loving parentage, considering it to be my own child.”
My husband was standing there on his heels, his hips rudely thrusted his small whiteness into the air. He was clearly in a state of extreme sexual excitement. His naked little cock was rhythmically vibrating in time to his elevated heartbeat as he granted my freedom once again.
“I will service Bull, and all of his friends and clients sexually without protest.”
My husband’s penis erupted with wavy streams of cum, soiling the bedspread and carpet in front of him. His spew was more copious than I could believe. I had drained him just a short time ago. But there was the evidence spread across several feet of the carpet and bed. Never had he ejected such copious sperm in all our married years.
Bull raised his glass to his lips and drank, I followed suit, as we watched my husband collapse into his own semen. His drink glass landed on his crotch, covering him with ice, cold cream and Kahlua. It lay there in the valley between his legs, spilling a little more onto his deflating penis and drained balls with each heaving gasp for air.
Grinning in delight, Bull turned to me. “Boo, may we safely assume that your husband is totally on board with this?”
Laughing in delight, I replied. “If that is rejection, give me ten years of it!”


Part Three: My Opening

After my husband changed the bed spread and removed the last vestiges of his little accident from the carpet, he rejoined us as Bull and I floated sensuously in the hot tub.
The Kahlua, and the day’s events have created in me a giddy euphoric need to cum. All I could think about is my overwhelming need to submit to this delightfully intelligent, successful, dominant black man. I wanted to utterly pleasure him with my infatuated little body. I wanted to feel his potent orgasms, allow him to cum inside me, feel his black baby making cum insinuate itself into my womb, work its way up to my fertile eggs, feel his baby grow within me. I wanted to see my belly ripen and grow into full term, bearing our beautiful little chocolate skinned child to love and to nourish with my own breast milk. I wanted to hold it with my loving arms and to know that its father was this delightful sexy man who was sitting beside me. I wanted to watch my beloved joey nurse maid it, love it as it grew into a confident, sensual young person.
Under the bubbling water, Bull’s hand began to lightly caress my inner thigh. His touches circled up toward my willing orifice. I closed my eyes, laying my head back onto the side of the hot tub. My fantasies enveloped me. I saw his masculine body poised above my femininity, my legs spread obscenely, his hands held my feet over my head as his phallus entered me. His ebullient cock head touched my small opening, then began to open my eager flower. My petals spread, opened, welcomed him, spreading widely to accommodate his rampant invasion. I watched as his darkness receded into my body, inch by inch, his potent balls caressed my buttocks. His prick caused my body to writhe in tortured pleasure. My stomach muscles began to gyrate, massaging his black shaft. The waves of my orgasm exploded into lascivious pleasures exceeding anything I had felt before. I writhed in utter ecstasy for what felt like forever as he continued to fill my empty void. I felt his shudder come and begged him to come inside my body. I begged him to fill me with his semen, his potent sperm. I screamed for him to fuck me deep and hard and never stop this wonderful pleasuring………………………………..


“Deni, are you OK baby?”
I was still in the hot tub. They were both standing over me.
Rawl’s worried face spoke first. “I was touching your thighs and you had a seizure, baby. Did you get too hot?”
My incredibly satisfied smile turned to a snickering giggle.
“What?” they asked.
“I just came you silly men, had an orgasm while getting fantasy fucked by a well endowed black man we all know. I‘m fine! Don’t worry,!”
They started to laugh.


“Ready for the real deal Boo?”
My grin expanded exponentially. “Oh GOD yes!”
“Dink, dry my sexy little slut off. Take special care around her little pussy and butt. I want your wife to be fresh as a daisy as I fuck her in your bed while you watch.”
I slipped out of the hot tub. After testing the shower temperature for my comfort, my husband paid kind politeness to my sex and bottom and breasts. My husband’s hands had never been gentler.
Lovingly, my aroused folds were separated and dried. To Bull’s obvious delight, a vigorous toweling of my hair jiggled my breasts. He watched my husband’s loving hands anoint my body with soothing fragrant lotions.
Then, totally out of character for my husband, he kneeled, then kissed the tops of my bare feet. He looked up at me, and smiled the happiest adoring smile. “I love you Deni. I am so excited that this is finally happening baby. You are the most wonderful wife that any man could ever ask for. Thanks for giving me my fantasy, sweetheart!”
Bull’s voice, “Now, Dink, bathe me and dry me as well.”
Dink rises to his feet. “Yes sir, Bull.”
I liked this exciting ‘new-world order’! All the uninhibited sex a woman could want, and two handsome sexy men to meet all my needs. What could be better than that?
Donning my soft crème colored terry cloth robe, I watched joey washing Bull’s muscular body. His white hands moved caressingly over Bull’s black skin. He seemed to relish cleansing that large penis and testicles to prepare for its opening and breeding of his wife.
Holding my breath, I watched my husband kneeling there, looking up at those muscular, perfect cheeks, as he attended to Bull’s ass. His white hands moved in between the small round cheeks of the black man, parting them. His hands carefully cleansed Bull’s asshole. Amazed, I watched joey’s little white penis as it throbbed frenetically again.
It wasn’t until I realized that joey was hard again, after two orgasms, that it hit me. Joey craved this! He had craved this for years!
With renewed understanding, I moved to where he was drying Bull’s muscular body. He was kneeled behind Bull, drying Bull’s most private part. I stooped to kiss the top of his bald spot. Then, spreading my robe, I moved my aroused fragrant rose to his bald spot, and caressed her there upon his balding scalp. I rocked for several minutes as my orgasm gathered, then as it overtook me, I collapsed into Bull’s arms.
After the glow of my orgasm waned, Bull picked me up and carried me to the kitchen table. He laid me down ever so gently, then sat beside me. I vaguely heard my husband’s feet pad in behind him.
“Dink, from now on, when your wife and I are having sex, you can only move around if it will help your little white wife as I open her, and fuck her body deep and hard and fill her with my black cum as she screams in pleasure and begs me to fuck her more.”
Languidly I looked at my husband’s crotch and saw that he was rock hard! I smiled as I finally understood that nothing I can do here tonight will wound him. He had dreamed of this fantasy’s fulfillment. I had been so selfish to deny him this expereince. I had been selfish not to take lovers, to feel the pleasures of their bodies using me, filling me with their virile cum, showing my husband the proofs of my erotic infidelities when my lovers were finished with me.
“Ok Dink, sit on the corner of the table here.”
Joey complied, his legs splayed on both sides of the corner.
Bull picked me up and sat me on joey’s lap. I felt his little erection pressing against the bottom of my sex. It pulsed as my copious wetness coated him.
“Dink put your arms around your wife and lift her breasts up and offer them to me as you say ‘I give you my wife’s breasts and body.’”
My stomach quivered as my husband lifted my breasts and gave them to Bull. His cock prodded rhythmically against my wetness. His little cock head was teasing my clittie in its dance of need.
Bull leaned over and took my left nipple into his soft thick lips, teasing my nipple with his tongue as my husband held my breasts up for him. His delighted grin widened till his teeth were fully visible. I watched his teeth open slowly, teasingly. He moved them over my nipple, then slowly closed them till they contacted my needy pink erection.
With increasing pressure he began to sink his teeth into my hard nubbin. His white teeth were so close to me as he bit down I could hear his breathing, feel his breath. His teeth closed on me.
I felt pain within my hardness, yet the skin around my nipple continued to tighten till I felt as if my whole breast might become one huge hard nipple.
He continued to bite harder and harder, till the pain caused me to open my mouth in supplication.
“Beg Boo, beg me to stop” he said as his teeth sank further into my tender flesh.
“Please Bullllllllll.” My orgasm exploded within my submissive body. I rocked in the combined pain and pleasures of his complete control of me.
I was still firmly lodged on my husband’s lap, his cock still rampantly hard, and pressed against my drenched flower, still trying to gain entrance to what had been, until today, his exclusive domain.
“Welcome back, Boo. Dink, open our wife’s mouth and guide my black cock into it as you beg me to use your wife’s mouth for my unrestricted pleasure.”
Joey’s cock jerked and pulsed so much that I thought that he might cum again. He managed to ask Bull fervently to enter my mouth as he guided Bull’s blackness to my willing lips.
“Boo, kiss my black cock head to show your husband your own acceptance of my ownership of you, as given by your husband.”
Without hesitation I showered it with welcoming kisses. I opened my mouth and welcomed its entry into another cavity devoted to Bull’s pleasuring. Pressing my head forward, I tried desperately to accept his largeness into me. I could not restrain my joy of at last having his organ enter me. Suckling and lunging forward over and over, I tried to take it as far into my mouth as I possibly could, suckling and swallowing, actively trying to accept its hugeness. Reaching behind him, pulling on his hips, I pressed against his cock, wanting him to enter my throat, to spew his wonderful protein into my body.
“Whoa there, Boo!” Bull withdrew from my desperately needy mouth.
“Now Dink, turn your wife over your lap and lubricate her bottom copiously. Spread her using your fingers and those dildos over there. When you have stretched her out enough that I can enter her, give her body to me.”
Belatedly, and in near panic, I realized that my bottom was also my new lover’s sexual domain. Although my husband had often fantasized about it, he and I had never had sex that way. Stifling my panic, I decided that I wanted to be everything that Bull wanted me to be. I rigidly promised myself not to show any signs of protest, even if it was extremely painful for me.
My husband gently caressed me there and slowly inserted first one lubricated finger then shortly thereafter another. Amazed, I felt growing pleasure. His gentleness began to open my reluctant body. Continuing to lubricate me inside and out, caressing me internally, he added more and more breadth to my opening. My husband took his own careful pleasure. His little cock pulsed against my tummy as he slowly opened me. I relaxed as my body felt the unexpected pleasures of his gentle insertions. I began to fantasize about Bull feeling the pleasure of inserting himself into my most private part.
My husband’s calm voice soothed me. “That’s better Babe, just continue to relax, I think you’ll like it, OK?” His hard nubbin was still attempting entrance into my tummy button. After several more insertions of his fingers, he showed me a dildo with his free hand. “Ready for a dildo in you, honey?”
“Is it black?” I asked, half joking. I did not recognize the ersatz penis he held. Perhaps it arrived with my new lover. I smiled as I took giggling pleasure at the thought that my Dom’s dildo would be the very first large object to invade my virgin rectum. With out reluctance I relinquished all remaining control of my body to Bull.
I now reveled in the idea that he owned me. No longer was I pledged sexually to my husband. My husband had given my body away. Given it away to this large, well-built, muscular man with a cock as thick as my husband’s forearm.
My husband pressed the phallic head against me. I cemented my need not to tense. Slowly the slickened plastic violated my anal barriers. I struggled to relax, concentrated on the fantasy that it was my new lover’s penis taking his rightful pleasures. My barriers slowly gave way. I felt the head of the novel dildo enter me as it slid unhurriedly along the tender sheath of my anal canal. It slid quietly, and without pain. My sacred Marriage Vows would soon be truly violated, with my own husband’s grateful blessings.
My husband’s excitement at that first bona fide penetration of his wife was obvious in his voice. “Good girl babe! Now the next size up.”
His gentle hands continued to caress and circle me as he lubed the second phallus. Then just before he inserted it, he removed the dildo that had popped my anal cherry. With an inward giggle, I realized that my first ass fucking had been entirely pleasurable.
The second penetrator was much thicker. My wanton body struggled to accept its assault without complaint. I could feel the zealous eyes of the men as they watched my reluctant ass accept the foreign objects. They smiled to themselves as they watched my upturned body take its proper place in the sexual pecking order.
My husband took the time to slowly insert, then fully withdraw the large phallus a number of times. In ecstasy, I realized that my body had fully accommodated its size. For some reason it tickled me that I am being ass fucked for the first time by my white husband as my body learned its new role as a subservient fuck mistress to a black man. I giggled as my virgin asshole was being so crassly desecrated.
The third phallus was significantly harder for my eager body to accept. After a prolonged period of pressure against my anal rings, my asshole eventually submitted. The large penetrator slipped slowly inside my body, just as my lover would.
My husband continued to violate my bottom with the huge phallus. The men watched my tiny body grip its huge shaft as my flesh was pulled outward, then slid back inward as the monster dildo was fucked back into my ass cunt. Still wondering if my master’s prick will fit into my asshole, my belly thrilled in pleasure at each lascivious dilation. I was fuller than I had ever been in my life. I marveled that my tiny body could even stretch to such prodigious proportions.
Shocked, I realized I was now mentally tracking their actions using words that I had rarely used before. I was starting to think of my bottom as my ‘asshole’. I was thinking of their use of me as a ‘good fucking’. My lower abdomen fluttered in a desperate need to be fucked. My clit began to throb. My cunt was drenching wet.
Too soon my husband stopped thrusting the huge prick in and out of me. He withdrew it. “My God, Bull, look at her gaping asshole!”
A deep chuckle. “Yeah it looks big enough to crawl into and go to sleep, doesn’t it?”
The huge phallus re-entered me.
“I think her asshole is opened enough now for your big black cock, Bull.”
“Good, well done! Now keep holding your wife on your lap with her asshole pointed right at me and repeat after me. ‘I give you my wife’s booty and body.’”
With the huge phallus still inside my bottom, I heard my husband give my tender inexperienced stretched beyond belief ass to my black lover. I was unquestionably Bull’s to take. A sense of ultimate freedom filled me. No longer was my body, or my sexuality, mine to worry about. It was now Bull’s. I would let him decide who, when, how, and in what openings my body would be used and pleasured. I cried happy tears of independence.
Bull stepped behind me. I felt a wet warm smooth knob touch my right buttock. Bull’s head passed up and down my hillocks leaving a wet trail of his essence, bypassing the black plastic prick still buried deep inside my bowels.
My husband was staring at the cock caressing his wife’s ass. “My god, Bull, look at your precum running out of your piss hole! Damn man, you have more precum than I have cum! Looks like a fucking river!”
“Have to be able to lube the slut’s holes up, Dink, or they could never take our big black cocks.”
Bull turned his attentions back to his new little slut. “Boo, when I withdraw this dildo, do not try to clench your ass cunt closed, keep it open and relaxed baby, OK?”
I nodded my head, but clenched my fists.
Bull began to move the huge plastic phallus in and out of me slowly, then faster until he suddenly removed it, leaving me feeling desolately empty, a huge void in my gut. I felt an overwhelming need to be refilled. I craved Bull’s huge black cock, desperately needing him to re-enter me, just to fill my needy void again.
His wet comforting warmth pressed against the opening to my inner chamber. I felt the dripping of his lubricating fluids coating me, joining my own fluids, and the copious lubrication that my own husband had used to prepare my tiny ass cunt for fucking by my Bull. With impatient pressure, his manhood demanded my body open yet further for him. The tortured opening again expanded.
Hoping against hope that I would be flexible enough to accept my lover’s penis, I struggled to relax. His hips pulsed against then away from me. Each tiny thrust allowed my body to stretch an infinitesimal amount. Feeling myself opening even wider gave me hope that my body would yet accept his magnificence.
Suddenly, I felt his huge triangular shaped cock head pop through the opening into my ass cunt. Bull had claimed his prize under the watchful eye of my husband. My body had accepted my lover’s huge prick! At last he could experience my full pleasures!
His cock slid into my body easily now, refilling my needy void. My ass cunt again felt complete. My fists unclenched and I relaxed as I welcomed his intrusion deep into my bowels. Between my thighs, I felt his large soft scrotum gently caressing my vaginal lips. Finally I truly felt that I was woman enough to provide my new lover his rightful pleasures. I thrilled as he moved slowly in and out of my body. Each withdrawal created a sucking void within me, each refilling re-infused my body with warm bliss.
My husband’s voice growled in deepest need “Oh fuck! I can feel your cock fucking past my legs on every fucking thrust!” His hips began to hump against my side, his little head still fucking my tummy button.
My body rose toward sublime orgasm. Bull increased his fucking tempo. My ass now suckled his huge shaft, pouring its suckling kisses onto his cock. His thick cock head began to emerge from my body on each powerful thrust. My own voice begged for his spewing within my suddenly vorascious asshole.
Was it really my own mouth screaming “Oh god, yes Rawl, FUCK ME! oh god Fuck me hard Bull! Fuck my fucking ass cunt! YEEEEEEEEES BULL oh god TAKE MY FUCKING BODY, IT’S ALL YOURS, Oh goddddddddd Ohhhhhh god….use it Bull, please use it, make it fuck you, fill it with your cummies……. Oh god I want your black baby in me ………..oh god, ………Oh god Rawl fuck this whore and make her cum oh god, RAWL, FUCK YOUR SLUT HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”?
Just as I was ready to explode in pleasure, he stopped fucking my ass cunt.
To my overwhelming despair he pulled slowly out of my desperately clutching quivering gaping ass. I felt abandoned, at loose ends, naked and alone in cold arctic air.
“Oh god Bull, please put your cock back into me. Oh god, I need your cock fucking my asshole baby. Please Bull, please fuck me some more. Oh god, my ass needs a good cock fucking………………………..oh god……..” My desperate tears began to run across my cheeks.
My whole body was hot and my skin was crawling with sensual tickles, my cunt needed to be fully fucked, my asshole needed to be filled again. I needed to feel Bull’s cummings. My pussy was on fire. Wetness was dripping steadily from my cunt lips. I couldn’t breath. I needed release. I needed Bull’s huge black cock in me till my body purred again.
But they just stood there, Bull with his rampant fuck cock waving in phallic glory. My husband looking at my gaping wide open ass cunt that so dearly needed my new lovers cock restored to it.
“Dink, stick your tiny little white dick into her nicely opened asshole so you can feel how much bigger my cock is than your tiny little white dick.”
As I was turned over, I felt a small insignificant object insert itself into my bottom. I could scarcely feel it after the hugeness of Bull. I felt little sensation within me as my husband’s little whiteness wavered within my widely stretched opening.
“Boo, tell your husband whether you can feel his dick inside you.”
My voice quavered. “Is it really in me?” I looked at the shame stricken face of my husband. I sat up. With my bottom so hugely opened I felt like different woman. I realized that I was.
Bull looked at my husband again. “Now get down here and clean me up from fucking your white wife’s asshole with my big black cock.”
Joey’s cock looked like a little vibrator as he dutifully sucked his black master’s cock.


“Ready to give your wife’s fertile little cunt to me, Dink? I own the rest of your wife now. Right Boo?”
Trembling in need I replied. “Yes sir.” My face was flushed. Finally! My slutty cunt would accept his virile cock! I visualized a beautiful tiny chocolate skinned body suckling my white breasts. In my excitement, I even saw a large penis between his tiny legs. Grinning, I fantasized about his new wife’s pleasure in accepting his body into her on their wedding night. I shivered in superb delight.
Bull took my hand, and lead me into our bedroom again. I now felt the rightness of taking my first lover here in our marital bed, my husband watching its desecration. Bull pulled me to his chest. I felt my nipples contact his abdomen. His cock pulsed against my abdomen. I felt like I was going to explode from my desperate need to cum.
Holding me by my waist, Bull raised me to stand on our bed. He embraced me, kissing me softly as my husband watched. For what must have been hours we kissed and caressed each other. His tongue conquered my mouth. I felt my wetness trickling past my knees. My whole body was throbbing in pleasure. His hands explored my body unhurriedly. My breasts fit perfectly into his large hands. He parted my buttocks and caressed where they had so pleasurably opened me.
That Bull feelt no need to hurry inflamed my passions even further. My hands stroked him, caressed his black supple skin. As joey watched me, no part of his body was off limits to my explorations.
Somehow his hands on my body felt familiar now, already.


Still kissing me, Bull lowered me onto our bed, onto my back. He bent over me and we continued to kiss and caress fervently. Slowly he lowered himself between my legs. I wrapped my legs around the small of his back. His turgid flesh touched mine in heated need.
“Oh god Bull, are you finally going to take me, take my pussy, take all of me, make me yours?”
“Yes baby” he smiled at me.
In a worried voice, I heard my husband’s voice. It seems like he is miles away. “Ah,… honey…. Ah Deni, …ah he doesn’t have a rubber on honey.”
Looking dreamily into my lover’s eyes, I kissed him with all of the passion that had been mounting within me all my life. Caressing his chest, I felt his hands again sampling my breasts, caressing me, softly pinching and pulling my aroused nipples.
“Oh god Bull, I want you inside me so much honey. I want to feel your body fill me, stretch me open, fuck me deep, use me.”
Again from far away. “Ah Deni, he is not protected honey. He needs to put his rubber on, baby.”
My focus remained on my lover’s face. “Will you let other men have me too Bull? Will you make me fuck other men, Baby?”
“Yes Boo, I will.”
More urgently, joey whimpers “Deni, D-Deni, honeeeey he has no protection on baby!”
“Will all the men that you let fuck me be black with big black cocks like yours, honey?”
“Many of them Boo, but not all.”
“Oh god, I need your cock in me baby. Please fuck my hungry cunt honey.”
My husband was beside himself as he saw Bull’s dripping cock head pressing against my lips. “Deniii! HONEY! Deniiiiii, he has no rubber on baby, you could get pregnant if you take him like that!”
Dreamily I turned my head to gaze at my distraught husband. I smiled reassuringly to him, then turned back to more important things. “Will I be your fuck slut honey. Will I crave big black cocks from now on? Will I beg you to let me fuck lots of black cocks?” My body was in overdrive. Anything he asked me to do, I would do now, I needed his big prick inside my desperate cunt.
“Yes Boo. You will become the best fuck in the neighborhood honey. My friends will beg to fuck your tiny white body, baby.”
“Will you sell my body to other men as your whore honey? Make them buy me and make me fuck whoever you tell me to? Will you keep all the money and make me beg you to let me have more black cocks to fuck?” My fantasies were totally out of control by then.
“Yes Boo, you will be my whore and my slut. I will make you fuck all the big black cocks I can find. You will be my gorgeous cum slut that cannot stand not having a big cock inside her.”
By now, Bull’s cock head had eased between my wetly suckling lips. I was groaning in need of his penetration, his taking, his virile sperm.
Frantically, my husband grabbed my arm, “Deni! He will get you pregnant baby. He has no rubber on, damn it!”
My dreamy smile caressed his worried face, “Won’t it be wonderful to have a gorgeous little baby to suckle my breast milk honey. I want it to be Bull’s sweet little baby, sweetheart, OK?”
“Noooooo Deni! Not yet, not Rawl’s. Honey, lets talk about this. Honey!”
In a languid dream I heard my own voice, the very voice of reason, explaining it all to my frightened husband. “Joey, sweetie, you gave me to Rawl honey, right? I am his now right? He can fuck me now all the time right?”
“Well, yeah but………..”
“Honey, you know how much we both hate rubbers! I don’t want my Bull to have to spoil his fun by putting those messy, smelly things on his beautiful black cock, baby.”
Bull’s hands brought my knees up to my chest, then he placed his elbows behind my knees, holding me wide open, exposed, entirely his to take. Without needing guidance, his head found my soft willingness. He pressed forward, his arrow spearing my delicate quiver.
Bull’s cock head was making progress into my body, my cunt was responding to the primal need for impregnation.
I lifted my head and watched his magnificent shaft glacially penetrating my womb.
Without looking at my husband, I said in wonder, “Look baby! Watch his huge cock, it’s entering me now. Watch his black cock filling my tiny little white cunt so full it feels like it will burst baby. Watch! Oh god baby, it feels so fucking good! Oh god Bull, fuck it all into me baby. Oh god, oh god, oh god. I need all of you, oh god, please Bull give it all to me.” I felt my body begin pumping involuntarily toward his penetration.
Joey’s voice has risen to a whine. “Damn it Deni, you aren’t thinking straight! STOP it! STOP this right NOW damn it! You’re going to get pregnant honey. Stop this! Rawl, stop this! Right now damn it!” He was close to tears.
Still steadily pressing his prick into me, my lover’s head turned toward my husband and regarded him for a brief moment. Then he looked back into my eyes and smiled at me.
“Boo, sweetheart, do you want me to stop doing this right now?”
“Oh god no, baby, no, please no, oh god. I need to feel you cum inside me. I want your baby honey, I want to feel it suckle my breasts and watch it grow to be like you honey. Please honey, no, ignore him, just keep fucking into my cunt, fill my cunt, ooooooooooooh goddddd honey, oh god, oooohhh” My voice tapered to a long whimpering moan of lust as his cock passed into virgin territory.
Looking again at my husband, Bull growled, “Did you hear your wife? Go sit over there in the chair and shut up, joey, or I will kick your ass! Your wife wants me to cum inside her slutty little white cunt. She wants my big black cock to fill her with its baby-making cum. Got it? Now sit down and shut up and watch your wife cum like she never has before as I fill her cunt with my black cum!”
Joey backed to the chair in a daze and plopped down, staring at Bull’s cock now half buried inside his wife’s needy cunt. His mouth hung open, he stared helplessly at the spectacle before him. Finally he shrugged faintly in resignation and places his right hand on his raging erection. His strokings went unnoticed by the couple on the bed.
My own voice screamed “Oh god honey, oh fuck. God I am , oh fuck, oh shit, oh god honnneeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyy.”
Bull stopped moving in mid stroke.
“Oh god Bullllll, don’t stop, please baby, don’t stop, fuck me honey, please fuck me, oh goddddddddddd.”
“Boo, are you mine now?”
I nodded furiously, totally under his control.
“Boo, who is your daddy now? Your husband or me, baby?”
“Oh god Rawl, honey, you baby, you, just you baby. Oh god please fuck my cunt honey, oh godddddddddddd!” I tried with all my might to force him to keep fucking me, but he started to pull out of me.
My husband mumbled something to the effect of “God look at her huge fucking asshole all gaped open. He’s fucking her cunt big and wide now, she won’t ever feel my little cock in side her any more. Shit!!”
Rawl’s face moved to within inches of mine. “Boo, will you go away with me if I ask you to?”
I looked back at his face as he started to press back inside me. Mewling in lust, I reply “Oh god yes, baby, I will do any thing you say, ANYTHING! Just fuck me honey, PLEASE FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Oh GOD! honey, ooooo please fuck me now. Ohhhhhhh god I need to cum so bad!”
He pressed into me again and my body swelled in joy at his wonderful refilling. My orgasm could no longer be denied. I felt my spasms rise from my belly and expand through my being, spreading until I no longer existed, only my orgasm was reality.
Bull began to thrust with power. He drove his cock deeper and deeper into my belly until I felt his pendulous balls slapping my bottom. The knob of his cock head vibrated the small mass of my g-spot each time it pummeled by. He thrust hard, fucking my shuddering cunt with all his incredible strength.
My body was a quivering mass of orgasm, jiggling jelly that quivered with each of his powerful thrusts that slammed me so hard that he drove me across our bed with each fuck thrust.
My eyes began to dim as my orgasms catapulted me toward blackness. I felt his sack harden, and I knew that my lover was close to filling my fertile womb with his potent cum.
I became one long orgasmic scream of cumming, my back arched, my legs tightened around his arms, forcing my impregnator to stay inside me as he spewed forth that wonderful potent baby making cum directly onto my cervical opening. I collapsed into the “little death” of orgasm.


When I awoke an eternity later, my lover was still on top of me, still filling my stretched and opened body. I looked over toward my husband who is sitting there with a vacant stare, his eyes wide open, his cum spewed up his chest and onto his face from an orgasm that had totally sapped him.
I smiled in blissful dreamy contentment as I felt yet more cum flowing from my lover’s flaccid penis still buried deep inside my fertile belly.


In my dream I was on a pool table in a bar. I was lying there as men played pool around me. My lover was fucking me deeply as I vacantly watched the other men playing pool. Everyone was black. I felt myself beginning to move with my lover as he continued to talk to the other men as he used my naked body. I felt my body begin to milk his black penis.
My dream faded to reality as I startled awake to find Bull again thrusting into me, groaning as his eyes watched my wakening face.
He grinned as he said “I was still inside you. Your cunt started squeezing me, it seemed to want more of him, so I’m filling you again Boo.”
His gentle voice caused joey to stir. Sitting up, my husband watched in opened mouth disbelief at our renewed joining. “You two are fucking again? God damn! Deni, baby, how does it feel the second time babe?”
“Incredible honey! I am already stretched out so he can just enjoy me without all the struggles.”
Joey’s in his curiosity, seemed to have forgotten his concerns about me getting pregnant. “Are you telling me that you’re still all wet honey?”
“I am so full of Bull’s cum that it is all the lube we need honey. He stayed inside me and none of his cummies leaked out of me yet.”
Bull’s thrusting fucks quickly brought my desire to a peak. My body began to shudder. His fillings kept me on a plane of shuddering orgasm for what seemed like an eternity. Again I felt him pulse and swell within me, then as he spewed, I no longer could maintain my composure and screamed in ecstasy at his further filling. Gasping we lay there, regaining a sense of drained calm. Joey’s hand was beating a furious tattoo on his meat. We heard him begin to groan and then again his penis shot sperm onto his naked cum covered chest.
Bull’s hardness did not recede.
I winkled my eye brows at him. He took my hint of enduring desire. Again he began to seesaw in and out of my fertile saturated pussy. I had not yet descended from my plateau of orgasm and began almost immediately to spasm in cumming. My stretched vaginal muscles milked his hugeness. I came and came for time beyond reckoning until finally he again reached his trigger. His cum now was thick and no longer liquid. I felt his discharges strike my inner walls as he thrust viciously into me. I remembered nothing more until morning.


Sometime in that night, Bull rolled me on top of him, carefully keeping his penis within my adoring body. His attentive eyes watched me awaken in the bright morning sunlight. My head was pillowed on his thick pectoral muscle, using it as I slept on my stomach on his massive chest.
Rawl smiled at my sleepy eyes. “Got another one in you Boo?”
My mouth tasted like a toilet, but the opportunity to again have him filled my head. “Oh god yes Baby. I was just dreaming about sex. Feel how wet I am?”
Bull chuckled. “Couldn’t tell if that was your wetness or my cum, Boo! But I could tell you were dreaming about sex. I would almost fall asleep, then you would have a dream. Then you would moan and move and your cunt would contract on me. I would soon be wide awake watching your dream cross your face. When you were excited in your dreams, your pussy would start squeezing my cock. It would make me hard and I could feel your tightness pulsing on me.”
Grinning, I taunt him. “Just shut up and fuck your insatiable little whore, honey!”
And he did. I lost count of how many times I came.
Exhausted and drained, we heard footsteps coming down the hall. “Breakfast for the pregnant women and her lover!” Joey’ smiling face shone in the morning sunlight. He had already showered. His chest no longer was covered with his own humiliation.
He set the tray on the bed. “Well babe, lets see how much cum he has pumped into your cunt over night. Bull, you promised me I could taste your cum. Pull out of her and let me have my breakfast!”
Laughing, Bull gently rolled us both over without withdrawing from me. Reaching down, he pulled my legs up so that he could hold my ankles high and apart, keeping my kitty as level as possible. Then slowly he withdrew his penis from my cream packed opening.
“OK, Dink. Take a look at your wife’s cunt all full of a black man’s cum running into her womb, knocking up her baby eggs. Stick your little white dick in her and feel what her cunt will feel like from now on!”
My husband climbed onto the bed and looked down into my gaping opening. “God damn! She is HUGE now! You been in her all night, stretching her out like that? Good God, look at all your cum inside her. It looks like a frozen winter lake in there!”
“Yep, she just could not get enough of my big black cock. Kept waking me up and fucking me in her sleep. How many times did we fuck last night, Boo? Ten, twelve times?”
I giggled at the joke, but my husbands cock had again risen at the sight of my desecrated, filled vagina.
Rawl teased joey again. “Go ahead, white bread. Stick that little dink of yours in her. Have her tell you which one is better. Go ahead, I give you permission to stick your white cock in your wife’s cunt and see if you can even feel her spread out cunt lips.”
And joey did. He moved over me as Bull held my legs apart. He moved his cock to my opening and lowered himself the few inches into me.
Rawl couldn’t let it ride. “So Boo, how does your husband’s little white cock feel to you now that you’ve had big black cock?”
I was shocked! I really could not feel my husband’s prick inside me, just a brushing along one side of my thigh as his hip touched me. “I can’t feel him in there, Bull. I really can’t! Oh my god!”
“See white meat, your own wife can’t feel your tiny white dick in her any more. That is why us black boys never worry about our white women cheating on us with their white husbands. We know that they are spoiled for real cocks. You white men think that you don’t get pussy from your white wives because they aren’t in the mood. The truth is, they have been fucking black cocks and don’t want to have to go through the hassle of pretending you satisfying them any more.”
Joey’s eyes were almost panicked. “Babe, is it true, you really can’t feel my cock inside you honey?”
Reaching up and hugging my husband, I murmured, “Baby, I really CANNOT feel your cock inside me. Sorry honey, but that is just the way it is now, sweetheart.” I kissed him deeply, looking into his eyes as they teared up, dripping onto my cheeks.
Rawl guided joey’s head to my grossly stretched opening and told him to look closely, because it might be the last time he ever got that close to it.
“Now Dink, it’s time to eat black man’s cum. Lie on your back and Boo here will squeeze whatever hasn’t knocked her up into your mouth.”
Turning over, he watched my gaping opening move over his face. Opening his mouth, the copious dollops of white cream ran slowly from deep within me and dripped into his mouth in long strings of lumpy whiteness. Watching his face as he consumed his first cream pie from my body is a memory I shall never forget. My husband got hard again, eating me clean, then he seemed to need more as he lifted his head and his mouth suckled my opening. He tried to stick his tongue as far into me as it would go.
“Dink, your tongue can’t even reach as far up as my black cock was inside her. Don’t quit eating till it all runs out. Most of it is inside her womb looking for eggs now anyway.”
Without evening touching himself, my beloved husband’s body, penis and balls again spasmed, dribbling cum onto his pubic hair.


Part Four The Business Plan

Rawl and joey and I were sitting at our kitchen table talking about our entangled relationship. The door to the deck was open. We all had on warm robes, and the cool of the morning felt good after the steaming seamy night.
My curiosity about this new lover in my life had my brain in overdrive. “So, Rawl, what is it you do exactly?”
“Before I can answer you Boo, you two will have to sign Confidentiality Agreements and Non-Compete Agreements.”
Joey’s unbelieving snicker drew both our attentions. “No shit Rawl?”
“Laugh if you want to, normally I refuse to divulge anything till after you have both signed your contracts. But since you are my best friend, you tiny dinked shit, I will tell you after my interests are protected.”
Joey’s eyes were wide in surprise. “Contracts? Deni and I both signing contracts? What the hell you talking about?”
Rawl laser beamed in on joey’s eyes. “What if I told you that I could bring all of your fantasies to life, both yours and Deni’s, and through doing so, make you two rich?”
Joey and I looked at each other with open mouths. We obviously both saw Rawl as a very credible person, or he would not have been sitting here with us after having taken me, joey’s wife, to bed as my husband watched me being pleasured. The pleasures I still felt in my body were proof enough of the previous night’s highly erotic activities.
Rawl continued, “Deni, you ask what I do. The answer to that simple question is really rather complicated. Do you want to eat while we talk, or do you two eat breakfast? Personally, I am starving. Want to eat here or go out? On second thought, Dink, fix us some breakfast while I prepare your paperwork.” Rawl got up and strode out of the room, turning his shoulders sideways so that he could get through the kitchen door.
For some reason, watching his wide shoulders turn sideways to just go through my kitchen doorway had my well stretched pussy all a’ quiver again. He is such a huge man, …… in all ways. I blushed as I thought again about the previous night and my sexual opening.
When I looked up from my reveries, Joey was already breaking eggs into a skillet and mixing up pancake batter. The smell of bacon made my stomach growl.
I heard a printer running in another room. Following the sounds, I found Rawl set up in the third bedroom furiously typing away. Touch typing I realized. His fingers sound like a machine gun firing. Walking up behind him, I placed my hands on his massive shoulders and kissed the top of his head.
Without breaking his rhythm, he chuckled “No bald spot to fuck on my head, huh?”
His gentle but satirical humor made my tummy tickle inside. Bending over, I ran my hands down his chest under his robe, caressing his nipples, cupping his pronounced body-builder pecs. I breathed into his ear, then kissed his ear lobe.
“Got another deep one in you for me, sweet lover?” I asked.
“Deni, you’re a man’s dream come true baby.” After 200 keystrokes and a slight pause, “Joey seems on board with this, don’t you think?”
“Yes baby, I do. After finally getting used to the idea that you may father our child, he seemed totally happy again.”
“What about my taking you away to Washington with me for months at a time?”
“I think if he sees that I am happy and that I want to, he will agree. I’ll have to make sure to keep loving him everyday on the phone and emailing him, and so on, keep on telling him how much I love him of course. But I think if he really feels like I want this, he will agree.”
My lover’s fingers were still flying on the keys. “Will the fact that you will be earning money, and lots of it, help him to accept this, or will he start feeling inadequate? If you choose to, you will be netting many times more than his company grosses every year.”
Rawl’s silky skin under my fingers had me in need of him again. I could feel the moisture reforming inside me, preparing my eagerly willing body for his renewed penetrations. The sharp ache of my desire was back.
“I think that if joey sees me want this, he will agree. He loves to please me. He loves to know that I am happy. I think that is all he will be thinking about when he makes his decision.”
“OK, Boo. And how do you feel about going to DC with me?”
“I don’t have a clue what this is really all about yet, baby. May I not answer till I know what I am agreeing to?”
“That’s fair Boo. …….. There, that’s the end of it. Last pages printing.”
Joey’s voice from the kitchen told us breakfast was ready.
My Bull turned in the chair and opened my robe, gazing at the body he had pleasured so well. “Boo, I have never in all of my born days seen a body as perfect as yours.” He kissed the needy ache in my nipples, then suckled me lightly. My knees quivered at his gentle touches. My nipples sprang to fullness offering themselves to his mouth and fingers. Bull’s cock turned back the flap of his robe as it rose, determined in it’s own right to claim his best friend’s wife again. My hand went to his rigidness as my body flooded.
“Boo, your ability to turn-on is fascinating.” Rawl’s fingers stroked inside my folds. He grinned at my copious wetness there wanting him.
The sound of footsteps preceded joey’s hands cupping my breasts, fondling them as he watched Bull touching his wife’s naked wet needy cunt. “Like my wife, Bull?”
Rawl’s head buried itself in my belly as his muffled moan caressed my ears. Joey kissed my neck and fondled my breast and tummy as Bull pleasured me with his long supple tongue. My husband’s fingers pulled the skin of my lower belly up, allowing Bull better access to my clittie. Bull’s mouth took full advantage of my proffered exposure.
As if preplanned, Bull took my legs, joey took my torso. They laid me across the corner of the bed. Bull’s mouth had never stopped kissing my needy nether lips. Already I was moving against his mouth. I reached for my beloved husband’s penis. Joey moved to my eager mouth. I took his cock in, suckling and licking, my hands fondling my husband’s tight scrotal sac and shaft as Bull ate my soft wetness till I was screaming around my husband’s penis that I am cumming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“God, I have GOT to fuck her again! GOD she turns me on!” Bull mounted me without even thinking about how small I was just a few hours short ago. I felt my body expand to take him without complaint. I grinned around my husband’s cock in happiness as the previous night of him staying within me paid off. He was already deep within me. Again I was cast over the brink of orgasm into that most wonderful of tortures. My face was a grimace as my body responded without reserve to his using. As Bull filled me so deliciously deep within once again with his virile wetness, my husband spewed his small need into my mouth. I slowly floated back to earth. My need was satiated for a bit, but this incredible man turned my body on like no one, nothing ever had before. I knew that we will soon be flagrante delicto again.


Bull picked up the papers that had been spewing from his portable printer. “Come on you two, lets get this over with. I am bursting to tell you about what Bunny and I put together.”
Grabbing my hand, we rushed back to the kitchen. I sat across the table from him. Joey was sitting next to me.
He sorted the papers and then shoved two stacks at each of us. “Here read these and sign them. Two agreements, so read and sign both.”
I read them, thoughtfully as is my habit. Rawls’ sperm was running from my naked body as I sat beside my husband.
The first agreement seemed to be a simple ‘I can tell you but I will have to kill you if you ever talk” agreement. The second one said that any information I gleaned from him about business would not be used by me for starting a competing business. Curious, I signed them both as did my husband. We slid them back over in front of Rawl.
“OK, Boo, you asked me what I do. So here goes. I was ROTC in college, so in the military upon graduation from college. More specifically, I was in the Military Police until, … and Joey, you do not know this part, … I was placed in the Presidential Guard Unit.”
Joey interrupted him, “President’s?”
“Yeah, President of the US of A. In two years I was head of the unit. I met a lot of influential people while I was there.”
Our mouths were hanging open
Rawl’s face became dreamy. “I met Bunny when I was at an affair for the President of Mexico. She was the consort for one of the dignitaries that night, I found out later. On her way to the powder room, she slipped me a note with her contact info. Joey, you met her at our wedding. Was she a knock-out or what?”
Joey’s face was all I had to see to know that she was gorgeous. But I was dying to see what Rawls wife looked like. “Do you have a picture of her Bull?” He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and withdrew a plastic encased picture. Bunny’s smile was incredible. Warm and friendly and sexy all at the same time. Truly an incredibly beautiful woman. A perfect match for Rawl’s handsome good looks in every way.
Leaving the picture of his wife in my hands, Rawl continued “So we dated and soon knew we were soul mates. We were married six months later. Boo, Joey was my best man, in case you did not know. Deni, as I told you, Bunny and I did not have sex until our wedding night.”
I nodded my acknowledgment. Rawl’s face was suddenly intensely focused on his subject.
“After about three months of marriage, Bunny told me she had been a call girl before we got married.” I see the raw pain in his face even after all these years. “At first I was too shocked to even process what she had told me. I went through all the emotions I watched on joey’s face last night as I was taking you, Boo.” He paused to recollect his thoughts. “It took me a full week to settle down. Bunny was really scared that I would walk out on her.
“But I didn’t. We went on a three week vacation and talked the whole thing out. It was on the vacation that Bunny suggested that we set up a call girl service. She suggested that she would be our first call girl, because she was still getting calls from previous clients. I had just gotten my major’s leafs when she told me of her checkered past. Believe me, military pay sucks the big weenie! More money coming in sounded very good to both of us.
“We agreed to talk about it when I had processed what she had told me.
“Then the very next night we were dancing at a local club in the Bahamas. Bunny spotted one of her best clients. She told me about him and how much money she could make if she fucked him that night.
“Joey, take a guess.”
My head turned to watch my husband fetch his wildest guess. “A grand, no two grand!”
Rawl’s growling chuckle makes joey’s face blush. “Dink, you have forgotten how good looking Bunny was? …………… Twenty five thousand dollars US!”
You could have blown us both over with the same feather in a single leisurely wave. Joey’s business exec’s brain went into overdrive.
“Nine million a year?”
Rawl again laughed his growling mirth. “Joey, give a girl a break for god’s sake. A woman has her period and also needs a night off now and then, besides, with that much money, we wanted to travel a bit too. Working five nights a week, a week for her period, and then taking two weeks a year to travel, she would gross just under five million. Then of course there’s taxes. But still, you get the drift, right?”
We both got the drift!
Rawl hunched down and we witnessed an intensity on his face I had not yet seen. He focused on Joey. Their stares locked like two swords in a medieval fight to the death. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, watching these two prime males face off in a testosterone battle.
“Joey, Deni could earn AT LEAST five million a year.”
The stillness was deafening. Eventually Joey’s eyes dropped to the table top. I saw his shoulders slump forward.
“Joey,” Bull continued, “Joey! Five MILLION dollars! AND! And you get to watch your wife on EVERY date as another man fucks her willing body. We tape each and every date on live feed. You would be in cuckold’s heaven watching your wife cuckold you as she makes you filthy rich. We take the absolutely BEST care of our girls possible! She will be treated like a princess, travel all over the world, meet and consort with the rich and famous, even have the chance to get into movies if she so chooses. And every time she spreads her gorgeous legs, you get to watch her fuck, …….. and cum!”
Joey, as always, was thinking of what is best for me. “What about STDs?”
“Joey, every man she will be with will be thoroughly tested for STDs, …….. on the very night they are dating her.”
“What about, ……… danger from a man that is whacked out or wants to hurt her?”
“Joey, we have live TV feed on every single one of our girls every single night. Every girl has a highly trained goon outside her room that is her dedicated body guard. Every single night she is watched over like a crown princess at her own coronation. We have never had a girl injured in thirteen years. For that matter, not one girl has ever even contracted a single STD, …… of ANY kind! We take EXCELLENT care of our girls!
“And Joey, Deni here is as good or better than any girl I have working, both in looks, and in natural talent. I have never met a woman that has such innate raw sexuality. God, look at my cock! I just thought about her and I am hard as horse at stud again. I have cum prodigiously in the last twelve hours and I am still responding to her sexual call! Damn Deni, bend over, I got to do something about this thing so I can think again.”
At first I thought he was joking, but as he stood up he was sticking straight out at me. Instantly I felt my body respond to his need.
He guided me to the edge of the kitchen table and pushed me gently but firmly face down, pulled up my robe, spread my legs and entered me right then and there. My body again gave little resistance to his size. My body thrilled instantly to his brash taking of me. Within minutes I was cumming on his rigid pole as he took me ferociously there in front of my husband. His fertile sperm scalded my womb as it blasted into my wet yielding walls of passion. I passed out as his spastic culmination communicated his total satisfaction with my body.

When I wakened, Joey and Rawl were deep in conversation about my safety. I was too drained to even get up for a few minutes as I laid there on my tummy and just watched as my two men, my lover and my husband, discussed how they would take good care of me.
Rawl laughed suddenly and looked at me. “How long you been listening there Boo?”
“God I love you fucking my cunt Bull!”
Joey’s shocked face turned to me and his eyes appraised mine for a few seconds. “You are really turned on, aren’t you baby?”
“More than I could ever describe, honey. I have no idea what it is about Rawl’s cock, but it makes me absolutely crave getting fucked by it. Makes me want to be a slut and a whore and fuck till I can’t walk. I never talk like this right honey? But it is all I can think about now, fucking and fucking and fucking! God I could go again right now!” I could feel his sperm as it tickled down my naked thighs. For my incredibly aroused body, that was all it took to prepare me for additional breeding of my fertile womb.
My husband walked behind me and looked at my openings. “God baby, your cunt is huge now.”
I looked at Bull, and winked. “Dink, fuck it with your cock honey. I want you to fuck me right now, baby, as Bull watches your cock squirt cum inside me.”
Joey did not need a second invitation. He dropped his robe and stepped up to my exposed buttocks and began to hump into my stretched sloppy cum filled wetness. He moved in and out of my pussy for several minutes before he blew his air out in exasperation. “God! I can’t feel a thing when I’m in her now!”
Rawl chuckled. “Dink, just add a couple of fingers and push your cock to the side in her and let that pressure be what makes you cum.”
Joey tried it. I felt his hand pressing his cock toward my right side as he humped away behind me. I heard him muttering to himself as he prodded inside his tiny wife’s cavernous opening. His hand felt nice as it stimulated me inside my body. I began to hump back against him as he humped and muttered. I think he said “Fucking huge cunt now, no feeling when my little cock is in her, … just a huge-cock-fucking cunt now. …… Just huge black cocks can fuck her good now.”
But I felt him start to rock harder and soon I heard my husband’s familiar sounds of orgasm as he added his few drops of sperm to the huge quantity already inside me. I turned over and pulled his spent body to me. I hugged him to my naked breasts and whispered intimately into his ear how much I loved him. Kissing him and stroking his hair and shoulders, I reassured him that he is my husband and that I love him deeply and that nothing was ever going to change what was between us. I kissed the tears on his cheeks as they ran down onto my overly sensitive breasts. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to move my neediness against his belly, but is was not enough to allow me to cum.
“Please baby, help me cum baby. Please baby, I need to cum in the worst way.” I pushed his head gently toward my needy opening. I could feel his breathing pick up as he realized what I was asking him to do for me.
“Sure baby, anything for you sweetie,” he mumbled in his dreamy post orgasmic bliss. He moved to my craving opening and began to kiss and caress my desecrated flower. Raising my head, I watched his eyes focus on her, looking deeply into her. Then he closed his eyes and molded his face to where I needed him so badly. His tongue entered me and I felt his tongue spooning and suckling Bull’s white potent sperm out of my womb. On the winds of his mouth, I rose and rose until I no longer was contained by reality. I spiraled into clouds of bliss as I rewarded my husband with all of what my body contained, my gift to him, his reward for loving me so passionately and unselfishly. My body spasmed forever as my milky contents disgorged into his mouth and onto his face and ran down his chest then dropped to coat his satisfied flaccid crotch as the deep copious remains of Bull’s passion was ejected from within me by the prodigious power of my shattering orgasm.

They laid me unconscious on our bed, covered me, then took showers in an attempt to return to some sense of normality. By the time I had wakened and showered they were both engrossed in the screen of Bull’s computer.
“What you two looking at so intently?” Stepping behind them I looked at the screen. It was filled by a video of a couple dozen naked women exercising. I started laughing, I could not help it. Neither one of them could complain about a lack of sex right now, but they were looking at some porn site! “Hey guys, aren’t I enough woman for you two any more?”
Rawl put his arm around my hips and pulled me down onto his lap. He nodded at the screen and said, “Meet your coworkers Boo.” He reached over to the keyboard and pushed an F-key. “Meet your new sister, girls. This is Deni. She will be joining you in a week or so.”
All the women stopped exercising and trotted over toward the camera videoing them. A chorus of “Hi Deni!!!”s filled the speakers.
“They can see you Boo. Talk to them.” I waved self consciously and croaked “HI!”
A gorgeous lissome blonde leaned over and kissed at the camera and said “Hi Deni, I am Tayan. We will be roommates baby! I can hardly wait till you get here. I have heard so much about you!”
I was shocked! “You have?” I spluttered.
Tayan flashed me a brilliant smile and said “Don’t worry Deni, you‘ll get used to the ‘super-smarts’ of the job in no time baby. Just enjoy your last week of family life! We work pretty hard here and have lots of fun every single day, so we all love it here. We will all be here to help you through your studies honey! Bye, gotta get back to my workout before I get cold! Kiss Kiss!” With that she turned and trotted back toward where she had been exercising before our interruption. The other girls all waved and blew kisses at me as they also turned to go back to their exercise program. As they trotted away I noticed that there was not a flabby butt among them. In fact, now that I started to look at individual women, I realized that they were all knock-outs, every single one of them. And I would be working with these gorgeous women!
I began to realize that this was really happening. It was a queasy sinking sensation. Tenuously holding my panic at bay, I looked at Rawl. “OK now, this is serious now! Let’s talk business Rawl!”
Rawl’s face contained a look of unmistakable unruffled pride. “We charge our clients ten thousand dollars a month for unlimited time to watch that video feed you just saw.”
Joey’s super sharp business mind kicked into gear immediately. “How many clients subscribe to this?”
Rawl’s memory is faultless. “Historically we average just under ten thousand subscriptions a month. Last month was higher than average at 12,247. Mostly from clients that have not chosen their girl yet, or for some reason have decided to change girls. And then we have a bunch of clients that just enjoy watching naked women exercising. This feed allows them to watch the girls without having to interact.”
My hand was over my mouth in tantalized wonderment. “Men pay ten THOUSAND dollars to watch that EVERY MONTH!!!!”
“Actually Boo, we are seeing a higher and higher percentage of women subscribing to that profit center. Last month 42% of the subscribers were female.”
Again I was taken by surprise. “Women?”
“Yes, Boo, women. Powerful women in DC have so little time to have a social life that they eagerly pay to have a perfect hunk on their arm as they go out to a social event. And a man or woman to sex them that is good at making love is a welcome change of pace for them.”
That time it was Joey who expressed amazement. “Men? You have MEN on the payroll as call, ….. what do you call them, ‘call men?’”
Rawl chuckled. “We are calling them ‘male escorts,’ but we are open to a better term if you have one. We do not call them gigolos.”
Joey’s business mind tumbled with questions. “What is the split with the girls on that?”
“There is no split on that. The fee pays for the spa, gym, 24 hour a day trainers and masseuses, and the equipment. Any remainder goes to general overhead. Remember, we hire only the best!”
Rawl pushed another F-key and new screen popped forward. We were instantly watching two people having sex. The man is under the woman. She is riding him with such gusto that I wonder if he is being pounded into the mattress by the slap of her buttocks on his narrow hips. We could hear every sinble sound they made. She was beginning to mewl as her orgasm approached. He was panting heavily in his growing ecstasy. As we watched, his muscular body boiled over as he repeatedly lunged vertically into her body as she met his thrusts in perfect synchronicity. His roar of cumming almost scared me. Watching her orgasm, I realized that she was a perfect work of art. Her lithe body was subtly graceful as she finished her partner with sensitive undulating hip movements. His hips were still spasming as she continued to milk him with her vaginal muscles until he gently moved his hands to her hips and stopped her powerful womb from further sensation on his retracting penis.
Her client spoke for the first time. “Oh my GOD, you’re good! Every time is like a new record for how hard I cum. You just keep getting better and better! They could double your fee and I would still pay it gladly baby.” Her smile said it all.
Rawl pressed another F-key and said, “Raise Lornae by ten grand.”
Joey looked at Rawl in amused confusion. “How much does that make her fee?”
Rawl raised his eyes to the far corner of the ceiling and smiled. “Well, let’s tally it. She is fertile this week; he used no condom; this is a morning session, so overtime there; she was supposed to be on her week off, so that is an extra; he was late on his call, so we had to expedite her back her for him; he is reserving her for him alone; so lets see.” Rawl’s brain had become a calculator. I watched his eyes cranking the arm on some gigantic noisy ancient mechanical adding machine. “217.”
“217 what?”
“217 thousand dollars US, already drawn from his account and already split to Lornae in her secured Swiss bank account. Lornae got one hundred ten thousand dollars for that half hour of work. And for every night that she is available to work, and he does not use her services, he pays 60 thousand dollars, of which she gets half. If he does use her, and she is in her fertile week, and he does not use a condom, and she is already in DC, he pays 195 thousand dollars US of which she gets the same 110 thousand. If he is not in her fertile week, the fee goes down by 30 thousand, half from her account and half from OGC’s.”
I was incredulous. “She is fertile and he did not use a condom? What if she gets pregnant?”
“All male clients, or couples, that sign up for this subscription agree that they will pay for any resulting child’s education and all expenses until the child has graduated from college with the degree of their choice, or until the child is 24 years old in such case as they do not attend college. We take the money out of the clients account when the pregnancy is confirmed, and replenish only what is shown as deficit at the end of a year. The client can however reserve the child under certain circumstances. The girls know this before the deal is sealed with the client. If she objects, in other words, wants any offspring, her wishes govern.”
This intrigued me. “So under what conditions would the client be able to reserve any offspring?”
Again Rawl’s brain was sharp on the details. “So far it has been for couples that cannot conceive, so our girl becomes a surrogate womb for their child. You would be surprised how often infertility is confirmed. So far we have had 114 surrogate mothers through this subscription. The surrogate mother is paid seven million and all expenses are paid, including any reconstructive surgery she needs or desires. She is automatically given the time of her pregnancy off plus the six months after. OGC is paid an equal amount.”
Questions keep popping into my brain. “ I noticed that she had a wedding ring on.”
Rawl grinned at that. “Yes Boo, we only hire married women.”
“Why is that?”
“Because married women are harder workers, better lovers, are less apt to be flakey, and typically are a lot smarter than single women. Besides we can charge a lot more money for married women. See, ….. most men love the idea of fucking someone else’s gorgeous perfect little wife. Our girl’s history and family situation are part of the knowledge that each client is provided once their selection process is completed. That is of course if they decide to form a liaison with just one girl. The client can even watch videos of the husband and our girl making love. So the client knows what and who he is competing with as he makes love to his chosen girl.”
Then Rawl looked me in the eye. “Boo, you need to know right up front that the money that you get paid is not yours to use until after your contract with us is completed. We pay ALL your families expenses and for vacations and for all that stuff, including college and medical expenses without reservation, but the rest of the money you earn stays in the bank till you’re no longer employed by us. We actually allow you to carry no cash with you.”
I knew that Rawl had a reason for this. “Why is that?”
“It keeps our girls off drugs.”
That was a no brainer! I had one more question. “Rawl, why do people pay this much money to do this stuff with your girls?”
“Because, Boo, this is pocket change to our clients (the super rich and the super powerful) and they appreciate the wonderfully thought-out services that OGC provides. It gives them status.”
“What in the world does OGC stand for?” I asked naively.
Rawl grinned as he watched my eyes. “Our Girls Cum!”


Part Five My Last Night with My Beloved Husband

We were all sitting on the deck, after getting out of the hot tub to soften up my stiff muscles and openings. The late afternoon sun felt fantastic on my nude body. And sitting there with two naked men, both with delectable bodies, I was in heaven! Rawl was sitting next to me, and my hand was of course in his lap, fondling his magnificence.
“Rawl?”
“Yea Boo.”
“I love your balls.”
Rawl started laughing. “What are you talking about Deni?”
“I just love the way they are hangy and the skin is so thin and so soft and the way your balls are so easy to play with.” I looked over at my husband’s balls. His scrotum was tight to the bottom of his cock shaft. His sack skin was very wrinkled and looked like a brain without its skull, all furled tight and full of valleys. “Rawl, could we make joey’s balls look like yours, I mean besides the fact that your balls are huge and black and his are small and white?”
Rawl laughed until he had tears running down his cheeks. Then he picked up his tiny little finger sized cell phone that disappeared totally with in his huge hand. He spoke a name, waited for a minute, then said simply “Bring a parachute.” Then he hung up and grinned at me.
“Really? You can make joey’s little balls all hangy down and soft and wonderful as they caress my bottom when he sexes me?”
Joey watched my face intently as I expressed my joy at this discovery. “Honey, why are you so interested in my balls all of a sudden?”
“Cause honey, when Rawl is inside my front, his balls feel so good as they caress my ass. And last night when he was in my bottom, his sack was incredibly wonderful as they caressed my pussy and my clittie. God baby, they felt like a tongue licking me as they worked on my pussy lips. I absolutely loved that feeling.”
Joey reached down and grabbed the skin of his balls and stretched it out as far as it would go. Looking at himself, he pursed his lips and then looked up. “You want my balls to caress you as I fuck you?”
“Joey!”
“Sorry…”
“What’s a matter babe, were you thinking you would never fuck me again?”
“Deni! What’s the deal? You can say it and I can’t?”
I laughed this time. “Sweetheart, I am suddenly starting to like to say those words! I like to say them to describe what Bull does to me, and I like to hear Rawl say them about my body and what he is doing to me. But, just to further define the difference between my white husband and my delectable black lover, I want you to use only the nice little vanilla words OK babe?”
My husband’s face was not particularly happy with that explanation, but he grudgingly nodded his acceptance. I got up and went to him, kneeling in front of him. “Spread your knees wide honey.” He did. I reached up and with two fingers, pulled on his sack a bit. Then with my other hand I grabbed the skin on one side without snagging his balls and tugged harder. Then I grabbed more skin on the other side, and with both hands I pulled really hard. As I pulled, his shaft receded into his stretched scrotum flesh. His little white penis was almost hidden in his gnarly sack skin as I pulled. Just his little pink helmet was still visible peaking out. A vision of multiple erotic possibilities blossomed inside my head. I grinned in anticipation of my opportunites.

After an elegant four course dinner complete with silver, crystal, champagne, and dessert (which Rawl had ordered in from a place I had ever heard of) Rawl asked me if I wanted to review my contract. There was no question in my mind that I wanted to pursue my growing and uninhibited fantasies about being a call girl extraordinaire! My husband, though less enthusiastic, gruffly agreed that he would support my decision.
We reviewed our contracts for over two hours. Joey’s gave him rights to watch my real time videos, in real time as well review them at any time of his choosing in the future. He also had to agree that should I be bought as a wife for a certain fixed term, that our marriage would be automatically annulled until such time as my arranged marriage to my client was over. Rawl explained that often a movies star or other important person needs a wife for a certain period of time. These marriages are for fixed term, and the end results are known by all parties prior to the marriage ceremony. Rawl explained that a lot of movie stars do this so that they get a publicity splash to put them back in the spotlight before the public, or movie producers.
Rawl shepherded us into the third bedroom where his computer was, and put in a DVD. We sat and watched the last Academy Awards and Rawl pointed out all of his clients that were married to or dating his girls and even a few male escorts he had under contract. I was blown away, and Joey was flabbergasted.
“No shit! Sorry Deni. Those women and men are your clients?. GOD! I would never have guessed. ……… You’re kidding right?”
Rawl grinned that increasingly familiar ‘don’t believe me?’ grin, as he pushed a couple of computer keys, selected a name from a list, and hit an F-key. Right there on the screen was a very well known former head of state having sex with a gorgeous woman and a hunk of a man! The dignitary was sucking the man’s huge cock and the woman had a strap-on she was guiding into the former head of state’s flabby ass!
Rawl leisurely pressed another F-key and turned to smile at joey as the picture evaporated. “Any further questions on that subject?” The shocked look on both our faces answered his unnecessary question. “Do you suppose that gives me some clout in Washington DC?” Neither of us even tried to answer him.
With minds running full erotic tilt, I signed my contract as my husband watched me designate him an official cuckold. With a nervous hand, I watched my husband sign his contract, thereby accepting my decision about our future together.
Rawl stood up, and pulled me to my feet. Looking down at my naked body, he spoke softly “So Boo, tomorrow night is our first meeting with your new destinies. It will be a night filled with one of your fantasies you told me about.” He looked deeply into my eyes with a tenderness that I suspect he had shared only with Bunny before. “I am going to make all your fantasies come true, Boo. So tomorrow at noon we will all fly to your first fantasy. All you need to wear is a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. No bra, no panties, no shoes. Same with you joey. Everything will be provided. Don’t bother with your hair or your nails or your makeup. Don’t even have to shower if you don’t want to.” He shut off his computer, then turned back to me. “Now I am going to leave you two alone for the rest of the night. You two have a lot to talk about, and I suspect it will include the language of sex and love. SO! Spend your last night as normal people together and I will see you both in the morning.” Rawl ushered us out of the room, shut the door, and went back to work.
With a heart full of disappointment at not being able to spend the night with Rawl, I padded into our marital bedroom as a boughten woman. My husband and I did not make love that night. Although he tried my husband could not sustain an erection. Perhaps it was the two days of mind blowing sex we had just experienced. Perhaps it was his body’s tacit admission that he no longer had conjugal rights to my body.
I slept like a log.


Part Six Fantasy One

“So Boo, tonight is your fantasy to be sold at a slave auction.”
Joey watched my face turn to a huge grin. “Sold for being a slave? That is one of your fantasies?”
I nodded my excitement. “Oh god, I am going to be a sold whore. This is really happening. ……. To me!” I had trouble processing that this is real now. NO more fantasy stuff. Real time sex for real money.
Joey looked at Rawl. “Can I bid for her?”
Rawl chuckled, “Sure! But just so you know, Dink, the pre-auction price is already at 2.5 million.”
Joey’s face is in total shock. “Two and a half million dollars? Good GOD!”
“This is a combined profit making venture and charity drive.” Bull explained. “We charge every attendee fifty grand to attend. That is tax deductible and goes to the charity. The bidding starts at the time of their RSVP to attend. We have four hundred twenty eight attending tonight as of last count. The ability to RSVP continues until Deni walks into the ballroom. The list of attendees is left open to all those who subscribe to our list of clients. We have found that by leaving the list open, and by allowing others to see who is attending, our new members tend to join our parties once they see who is attending. Kind of a social climbers trap, so to speak. Sixty percent of the winning bid is also contributed to the charity, twenty percent goes to OGC, twenty percent goes to Deni’s trust.”
“Two and a half million dollars?” Joey is still in shock at my perceived value. “Do they even know what she looks like yet?”
Rawl grinned like the proverbial Cheshire Cat. “Of course! They have watched her fuck over the weekend!”
Joey blew coffee out his nose. “They watched her have sex with you?”
“Yeah!”
“Your fucking telling me that they watched me watching you two fuck while I jerked off?”
“Jooooooey!” I glared at him as if I were perturbed. It helped me not to laugh at the brown drops still dripping out of his nostrils.
“Yeah Bud! They even saw you sucking my black cock with your white mouth!”
Joey’s face turned red, but I could see his cock growing under his shorts. So did Rawl. My husband saw our eyes on his shorts and looked down. He turned crimson as he realized his own body betrayed him, evidenced by his uncomplaining tumescence.
The limo stopped beside a jet airplane resting on the runway. The doors magically opened and a hand was extended to help me out of the car. A tall handsome well built man was smiling at me as I stood up. “Miss Deni, I am Fredo. I will se to your well being tonight.”
Rawl smiled at him and warmly shook his hand. “Good to see you Fredo!”
Fredo’s smile as he shook Rawls hand was truly open and friendly. “Good to see you too Rawl! Don’t you worry about Miss Deni now, I will be right there every step of the way.”
“Fredo, I personally asked for you, son. I think you are perfect for her.” Fredo’s skin flushed as the high praise found its intended mark.
Rawl held out his arm and guided me to the stairs to the plane’s front door. “767. One of our newer planes.”
Joey is watching his best friend carefully. “One of?”
“Yeah, our fleet is up to four. Two 767s, one Airbus, and an older 737.”
Joey shook his head in awed inspiration.
Stepping through the door of the plane was a real shock to me. Some how I was expecting rows of passenger seats. Instead the interior was reminiscent of a living room, complete with couches, recliners, tables, a desk, and lamps.
Rawl gave us a tour of the plane as the pilots and stewards readied for take off. There was a beauty salon, and bedroom complete with master bath complete with Jacuzzi, an exercise suite, and in the back a small theatre.
Rawl ushered us to seats in the theatre. We fastened our seat belts in large comfortable soft leather-covered chairs. The theatre screen lit up and Rawl talked us through what the evening will be like as we watched a camera’s eye view of the ballroom we would be in. There were no extraneous sounds as the plane taxied smoothly, then accelerated for takeoff. After rotation and a steep climb out, Rawl unfastened his seat belt and stood up, motioning us to follow him
The staff was busy serving lunch with crystal and china. We had roasted chicken and brown rice. I, of course, asked for seconds, then thirds. Rawl watched me eat and finally asked, “Deni, do you always eat his much, or are you nervous?”
My mouth was full of chicken, so my husband answered him. “Deni has to eat like this or she looses weight. Makes me so fricking jealous!”
By then I had swallowed. “I will trade with you at any time, babe! I hate having to eat so much food every day all day for my whole life.”
Rawl watched me wolf food for several more minutes. “This may be a problem for you Boo. High society expects women to eat like a dainty little bird. We are going to have to figure out how to get around this …… ‘little problem.’ How fast do you lose weight if you don’t eat enough?”
Well, I have lost five pounds in one week by eating only what Joey ate. I went from 98 to 93 pounds. He bet me I could eat just what he eats and not lose weight. I won the bet, but it sure scared him, right babe?”
“Yeah, big time! Her ribs were sticking out like she was a skeleton.”
After lunch, I was ushered into the salon, shorts and shirt removed, my measurements taken by gentle hands, then guided to the chair. Sitting there nude, men worked on my hair, women worked on my nails and feet, a masseuse pleasured my body with his strong hands. Periodically the seamstress and her helper would bring in an article of clothing to hold to my body. After an hour or so, they started on my make up as my hair was taking its final set. All of these people had been chattering with me for the whole time. By the time I was done, I felt like I knew each of them personally.
The seamstress walked in with a dress over her arm. Her helper pulled me to my feet. They rolled my stockings up my legs to just under my womanhood, then attached them to a garter belt with super slim clasps. Under my breasts they fastened a nude demi-half bra that cuddled me perfectly. Then they held my dress for me to step into, and zipped me into a perfectly fitted black velour body-hugging ankle length dress. On the ride to the Ballroom, I realized it was folded suchmodestly split up the sides to above my hips. My half bra held my breasts perfectly in the low cut front. A photographer snapped some photos and instantly a computer screen lit up with pictures of me. The result of all their labors took my breath away. A beautiful woman stood where a t-shirt clad tom-boy had stood a few short minutes before.
No one spoke for a moment as they all stared at me with wonder-filled eyes. Their hands rose to cover their open mouths. Then they all began to clap for me as I blushed in modesty, my tear-filled eyes glued on the photos of me on the screen.
I looked at my husband and he was crying too, in his manly embarrassed way. God I love him when he cries for me! Rawl was also struggling with his feelings as they both clapped along with the others, eyes roving my form, my face. Locking my eyes on my husband’s face, I smile through my self-conscious tears at the man I love.

The landing, limo ride to the ball room, and my fearful walk into my destiny are all a blur now. But I remember walking through the door of the ball room. The lights were set to spotlight anyone entering. Rawl was on my left and Joey was on my right. My small hands were linked into their elbows, under their large biceps. Straight ahead was a huge television screen. On that huge screen was the number $3,058,889.
I heard my husband ask “Is that the bid for her?”
In the deafening silence of the ballroom, Rawl muttered “Yeah. It is already a record, and the real bidding hasn’t started yet.”
There was not a sound in the hall. I heard Joey swallow.
Then from way back in the ballroom, I heard a woman’s voice say “Oh….My…God!” And then they started to clap.

Rawl walked about with me, and introduced me to everyone by their first and last names. Many of them carried titles as well, such as Count, or Senator, or Doctor. His incredible ability to remember their names enchanted me. They all greeted him as if he were a long lost friend. Not one person was a stranger. I decided that I would learn that trait. It so obviously pleased everyone greatly
I recognized face after face of people I had seen in magazines, in movies, and on television.
After I had met almost everyone, the dance band began to play. Rawl and I had the first dance. Perhaps I should say, Rawl and I had the first part of the first dance. After only thirty seconds, a hand tapped Rawl’s shoulder, and new arms encircled me. The new dance partner did not miss a step. This cutting in went on for over an hour. I was able to remember many of their names, amazingly enough.
Most of the men pulled my body tight to them, feeling my breasts with their stomachs. A few had erections before we were done dancing. They would furtively hold their suit coats away from their body as they rejoined their friends. A number of other couples also danced along with us on the highly polished oak dance floor.
I noticed that most of the men that were there with their wives would immediately confer with their wives after they had finished dancing with me. Invariably they would be looking at me out of the corner of their eyes as they conversed in private, intimate conversations.