by Claudia Daye
One of her fondest memories was the yacht party Evan’s company threw. She’d worn the white dress with the halter top that made her tits look terrific. Evan couldn’t keep his eyes, or his hands, off of her, even when they arrived at the party. After lots of champagne, he convinced her to follow him below deck. Down there, in that tiny space, Evan had bent her over, ripped her panties down, and shoved his cock deep inside of her.
When the captain appeared out of nowhere, Charlotte stood up straight and let out a scream. She’d thought Evan would stop, but he continued pounding her until he came, right inside of her. The captain just stared, his face beet red, his body frozen, as the cum dripped down Charlotte’s leg beneath her skirt.
As the years went on, their stressful jobs had gotten in the way of their attraction to one another. Charlotte found herself gaining weight. She never dressed up or put on makeup unless she was going to work. At night, they were too tired to turn to each other to bed.
Now, Evan was convinced that this cuckolding business would bring back their attraction for each other. Charlotte was more skeptical. Why would he want to see her being fucked by another man? But she also had to admit that it wasn’t a bad deal for her. She’d be able to fuck a hot man with her husband’s blessing. It should be a no brainer.
Still, she could never get past the fact that it was cheating, and she never imagined herself a cheater.
The next morning, Charlotte woke up later than she normally did. Downstairs, she found Evan already dressed, sitting in front of the computer. He smiled brilliantly at her.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning,” Charlotte said, squinting in the morning light.
“Coffee’s ready. And I’ve got French toast in the oven.”
“Thanks. That sounds wonderful.”
Evan jumped up, walked to the dining room table, and pulled out a chair. “Here, sit down. I’ll get your coffee.”
Charlotte sat down, too confused by his good mood to say anything. A moment later he appeared, setting a steaming cup of coffee before her. After she’d taken a few sips, and the caffeine was flowing freely through her veins, she could talk to him.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“What do I mean? You usually lock yourself in your office on Saturdays. And I can count on one hand how many times you’ve cooked for me.”
Evan looked into his coffee cup. “I’m feeling...optimistic.”
“Optimistic. What does that mean?”
“I should go check the French toast.”
“What does that mean?” Charlotte demanded.
Evan shifted in his chair. “I think I found the solution to our problems.”
“I told you, I don’t want to fuck anyone else.”
“I know, and I respect that.” Evan placed his hand on top of hers. “After a lot of research, I’ve found something that can make you more comfortable.”
Charlotte shook her head. “My ecstasy days are over,” she said.
“It’s not like that,” Evan said. “It’s just a drug that will make you comfortable with the whole thing. I found the creator online. I can meet her this afternoon and pick it up. Then we can go out tonight.” He smiled sheepishly.
“Evan, I don’t know. Why can’t we just be normal?”
Evan’s eyes glistened with moisture. “It’s too late for normal. And I don’t want to lose you.”
Charlotte was taken aback by his sudden display of emotion. This entire time, she thought it was just some kinky fetish that made him want to see her fuck another man. Maybe, he just wanted to save their marriage.
“I’ll do it,” she said.
“Charlotte,” he started in a pleading tone. “Wait, what?”
“I said I’ll do it,” she said, her face breaking into a smile.
Evan sat still for a moment, and let it sink it. Jumping up from his seat, he kissed his wife, then started putting his coat on.
“Where are you going?” Charlotte asked.
“I’m going to get your elixir,” Evan said, grabbing his wallet and rushing out of the door.
Later that night, Evan and Charlotte sat across from each other on the couch. Evan held a small vial of liquid between them. Light from the lamps reflected off of the vial, illuminating the yellow tint. Charlotte swallowed hard. She didn’t want to let her husband know that she was having second thoughts. He was so excited.
“Okay, whenever you’re ready,” he said.
“Okay,” Charlotte said. “Are you sure this isn’t going to kill me?”
“There were rave reviews online,” Evan said. “Here, take it.”
Charlotte took the vial from him and held it gingerly in her hand. Glancing up at Evan, she saw the anticipation, the excitement in his face. He really thought this would fix them. Maybe he was right. Maybe it would. There was nothing else to lose at this point. Charlotte sighed, unscrewed the top of the vial, and drank.
The thick liquid coated her throat. Once she got it all down, she gasped at the bitter taste.
“Wine,” she said, her throat constricting.
Evan handed her the wineglass that sat on the coffee table. She gulped it down, trying to wash away the horrendous taste.
“That bad?” Evan said.
“Horrible,” Charlotte said and laughed. “Now what?”
Evan shrugged, looked at his watch. “It should take a few minutes to kick in.”
Evan slipped his hand into Charlotte’s, and together, they waited. During those few minutes, they gazed into each other’s eyes.Even if it doesn’t work, I made the effort. That should fix us, even just a little,Charlotte thought.
The wine and the look in Evan’s eyes were putting Charlotte in a dreamy state. Suddenly, Evan sat up straight.
“What is it?” Charlotte asked.
“You’re changing,” Evan said.
Charlotte looked down at her body. All she could see was her breasts. They’d grown so massive, they blocked the view of the rest of her body. She put her wineglass down, then squeezed her new tits with both hands. They were so different than her old, flabby breasts. Charlotte giggled while she felt the bouncy, pert flesh.
“Your hair,” Evan said, reaching out to grab a strand.
Out of the corner of her eye, Charlotte saw her new blonde locks.
“I need a mirror,” she said.
They both ran to the master bedroom where Charlotte stood in front of the full length mirror. Her figure was no longer frumpy and doughy. She was tall, lean, and toned. Long blonde hair hung down nearly to her massive tits. Even her facial features were more feminized.
Evan handed her a slinky red dress, and helped her pull off the sweatpants and T-shirt she wore. Charlotte gazed at her new, naked body, the perfect pink nipples, and her gorgeous, cleanly shaven pussy. As her eyes ran down her smooth skin, all her normal anxious thoughts left her brain, as if they never existed, and were replaced with an intense urge to have her brains fucked out. She couldn’t help it, she had to touch her pussy. Her finger slipped inside the top of her slit. She was exquisitely wet, and her fingers flitted easily over her engorged clit.
“Fuck me, please,” she said to Evan.
“It works,” Evan said, staring at her in disbelief.
“Fuck me,” Charlotte repeated.
“Darling,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “If you’re patient, you can have him.”
He showed her a picture of Damien. This was a different picture than the one she’d seen before. In this one, Damien was shirtless, his abs rippling under his glistening black skin. The zipper of his jeans was open, and protruding out and resting in one of his hands was his thick, long cock. It looked like a black anaconda. Charlotte grew dizzy with desire.
“Let’s get you ready,” Evan said.
He slipped the red dress over her. The hemline was so short it barely covered her panties. The low neckline gathered in the valley between her huge tits. Th
e old Charlotte would never dare wear something like that in public, but the new Charlotte could care less. As soon as the dress was over her head, she was making her way to the door, with Evan racing behind to keep up.
By the time they pulled up to the club, Charlotte was about to jump out of her skin. Without a cock pounding inside of her pussy, she felt so empty. Evan opened the door for her, and helped her out of the car.
Inside the club, the bass pounded loudly over the speakers, causing Charlotte’s tits to vibrate under the flimsy fabric of her dress. As they navigated their way through the packed club, Charlotte noticed that the overwhelming majority of the people there were black. She tried to keep up with Evan, but her eyes kept catching on the tall, black men that towered above her. She loved the way they focused on her huge tits. A few went out of her way to brush up against them, which Charlotte welcomed.
At the back of the club, Evan talked to a man, standing in front of the door. Charlotte couldn’t make out what they were saying over the loud music, and she didn’t care. All she cared about was getting fucked. Evan said something, then stepped aside so the man could see Charlotte. He ran his eyes up and down her body, then opened the door for them.
Inside the back room, gorgeous black girls in various states of undress danced on poles. Seated on the velvet couches that lined the walls were four muscular black man, each as handsome as the next. In front of them was table filled with champagne bottles. Scanning the men, Charlotte found Damien, seated in the middle.
“Evan,” Damien said, standing up. The music wasn’t as loud in this room, so it was easier to hear. “I was worried you wouldn’t make it.”
The two men shook hands. “It took some convincing, but she’s game,” Evan said.
Damien turned his eyes to Charlotte. When he saw her standing there, almost bursting out of her red dress, he licked his luscious lips. “Charlotte,” he said. “It’s a pleasure.”
Damien took Charlotte’s hand, raised it to his mouth, and kissed it. The feeling of his mouth on her skin nearly made Charlotte swoon. Damien was dressed in a slick suit and tie, and was much more handsome in person.
“Come have a seat, have a drink with us,” Damien said. He held onto Charlotte’s hand and led her to the couch where the other men were making room from her.
“Where should I sit?” Evan asked.
Damien looked back at Evan, as if he’d forgotten the cuckold was there. “I don’t know man. There’s a chair over there.”
Evan found a metal folding chair in the corner of the room, and sat down uncomfortably. Charlotte loved the feeling of Damien’s strong, warm hand wrapped around hers as he led her to her seat. She sat down on the soft, velvet couch, and Damien sat close beside her. She breathed in the clean smell of his skin. He was well dressed and impeccably put together. Knowing what was beneath his fine clothing was enough to drive Charlotte crazy.
On the other side of her was a man more casually dressed in a thin cashmere sweater and jeans. He smiled and shook Charlotte’s hand. Tyler was his name. Charlotte was too taken by the way his biceps rippled beneath the fabric of his sweater to introduce herself, but Tyler didn’t seem to mind. He seemed more interested in her hard nipples poking through her dress.
Damien quickly introduced her to the other men, James and Michael, then focused his attention fully on her. He sat so close to her that their bodies touched. They got even closer when Damien wrapped his strong arm around her shoulders. His broad chest bumped up against her bouncy tits.
“Champagne?” he said.
Charlotte nodded, though what she really wanted was his hard cock. Damien reached over her to get a glass, brushing his arm up against her tits. Charlotte’s breath caught in her throat. After handing her the glass, he allowed his fingers to graze over her cleavage.
Damien smiled. “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you have some gorgeous tits.”
“I don’t mind,” Charlotte said, breathlessly.
He leaned in closer to her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. His broad hand caressed the side of her face. “Then you shouldn’t mind if I touch them.”
Charlotte voiced her consent with a small gasp, which was all she could manage at the time. Damien smiled, then slowly ran his hand down the side her neck and chest. His movements were deliberate, as if he were savoring every touch. Charlotte’s breasts heaved by the time he got down to them. His large hand wrapped around one of her tits and squeezed slightly. Charlotte closed her eyes, indulging in his touch.
Damien leaned in and planted soft kisses at the base of her neck while his fingers slipped inside the fabric of her dress. He found her nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. The yearning in her pussy grew more powerful, and she felt her wetness gush into her panties. She’d forgotten all about Evan until she heard him clear his throat from the corner of the room.
Charlotte looked up and saw her husband sitting there, one of his legs crossed awkwardly over the other. His face was scrunched, and she couldn’t tell if he was enjoying the scene or not. She also noticed that the other men on the couch were watching her and Damien intently.
Damien stole her attention back when he started pulling down the straps of her dress. Soon, her breasts were exposed. Damien grabbed one her tits and put her nipple in his mouth, sucking hungrily. Beside her, Tyler reached over and grabbed her other tit, squeezing.
As Damien sucked her nipple, he grabbed her hand, pulling it to his lap where she felt that huge, beautiful cock straining against his pants. She drew a sharp breath in, causing Damien to smile up at her with her nipple between his front teeth.
“You want that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, her eyes half closed.
Damien looked to Tyler. “Help me get her ready,” he said.
Tyler nodded, then reached his hand up Charlotte’s skirt between her open thighs. He pushed her panties to the side and slid his fingers into her slit.
“Damn, I’d say she’s ready,” Tyler said. “Her pussy’s soaked.”
While Damien unbuckled his pants, Tyler’s fingers glided over her clitoris. Charlotte shifted her hips, grinding into his touch. Placing his thumb hard on her clit, he slipped two fingers inside of her pussy. Charlotte moaned loudly. Finally her itch was being scratched.
“Your pussy’s as soft as velvet,” Tyler said. “I can’t wait for my turn.”
Tyler fingered her, pressing into her clit with his thumb and rubbing her g-spot with the fingers inside of her. Charlotte relished the pleasure rising inside of her while she kept her eyes on Damien’s lap. When Damien moved the fabric of his briefs out of the way, and his huge cock sprang up, thick and hard, Charlotte came.
As the orgasm convulsed through her, her pussy grew wetter around Tyler’s fingers, and her muscles clenched.
“Hell yeah,” Tyler said while she moaned.
Damien grabbed the base of his cock. “You want to taste this beast?”
Charlotte nodded, salivating. Tyler slid over, his fingers still in her pussy, so Charlotte could get up on all fours on the couch. Her back arched so her ass was in the air. Tyler spanked her each cheek, and continued working her pussy and clit. Charlotte excitedly took Damien’s cock in her hand, feeling the thickness of it. She licked her lips, staring straight into the head.
Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she realized that this was the first cock she’d sucked in a long while. Thinking of Evan, she looked towards him in the corner. He was leaning forward, his hands on his knees, gripping his pants. Again, she couldn’t tell if he was angry or enjoying this.
Turning back to the mouthwatering black cock in her hand, she stretched her lips wide, then lowered her head down, taking the whole head in her mouth. The skin was velvety soft, and tasted of soap with salty undertones.
“Mmm,” she said, lowering her mouth down the shaft.
“How much can you take?” Damien asked, a glimmer in his eye.
Let’s see,Charlotte thought, lowering her
mouth down even further. She was only halfway down his shaft when the head hit the back of her throat. She kept going until her lips her wrapped around the base.
“Damn,” Damien said.
Charlotte slowly brought her head up and down his cock, savoring his moans. Behind her, Tyler fingered her pussy with his thumb clamped on her clit. With his other hand, he circled a finger around her asshole, before slowly slipping it in. The other two men had their hands all over her breasts.
It had been longer than Charlotte could remember since she’d had any male attention. To be surrounded by so many handsome men, all intent on giving her pleasure, was exactly what she needed, even though she hadn’t known it.Evan was right,a rational part of her brain said. She only hoped he was enjoying it as much as he thought he would.
Charlotte licked every nook and cranny of Damien’s cock, savoring the taste and texture. She could have gone on forever, but he stopped her.
“You better stop before I nut in your mouth,” he said. “I’m saving that for your pussy.”
Tyler grabbed Charlotte by the waist from behind, helping her sit up, and pulled her dress up over her head. Tyler took his time, grabbing her huge tits. Damien reached out and took her hand.
“Come here,” he said, pulling Charlotte onto his lap.
This is it,she thought straddling him. Damian pointed the head of his cock directly at her pussy, and studied her face as she lowered herself down. Charlotte’s eyes fluttered as his cock stretched her pussy in the most delicious way, filling her completely. Down, down, down she went on his impossibly long cock until she could take no more.
Damien grabbed her by the nape of her neck, then buried his face in her chest, giving her wet kisses on each nipple. Charlotte stayed very still. She knew that with even the smallest movement, she’d lose all control. Then, Damien started thrusting his hips. The pleasure was intense and immediate. She moaned loudly, allowing her body to move with the rhythm of his movements.
Damien gripped her ass hard, pumping into her, mercilessly grinding into her g-spot. His breath was warm next to her ear, and every now and then he’d voice a soft moan. Soon, she felt the ecstasy rising until she reached the precipice. When she came, she felt her pussy gush around Damien’s cock.
