Oooh, lying on my back as Victor fucks me- I mean, Keith. As KEITH fucks me.
Me begging for that big black shaft- I mean, begging for my husband's average cock.
My white stocking legs wrapped around that ripped sexy black body- I mean Keith's round pasty white belly.
That huge black dick stimulating my G-spot- I mean Keith barely able to even touch my G-spot.
It was no use; the harder she pushed her fingers inside, the more Jamie thought about Victor fucking her. Jamie had never fantasized about a black man before in her life and now that she was she couldn't believe how aroused she had become. Knowing her new husband was only a few feet away excited her even more in a perverse sort of way. He had missed the opportunity to have her more than once on their wedding night and now she was taking matters into her own hands.
It wasn't the romantic love making sort of feeling that enveloped her; it was the come-fuck-me-hard feeling she remembered having with an old boyfriend, yet even more intense. This was a black man - something forbidden by her family and shunned by her friends and certainly not a fantasy she would ever share with her husband. That made the fantasy all the more powerful. Visions of that big black body on top of Jamie made her cum all over her fingers and let out a squeal that she was sure would be heard by Carol or Victor or even wake up Keith. But as the throbbing in her head calmed down she could hear that the couple next door was still going at it and her husband was still dead to the world. And the interracial sex from next door continued.
Wow, he's got a lot of stamina, Jamie observed, her fingers lightly dancing over her sensitive pussy lips. She looked down at her sexy outfit and over at her Keith who had rolled over on his stomach. I need to fuck so bad right now!
"Keith?" she whispered, climbing back into bed, shaking his shoulder. "Keith? Come on, baby, I need you right now. Wake up!" Her new husband mumbled something but it was clear he was out for the night. She looked at a big unattractive tuft of hair growing out of his shoulder and was tempted to yank it right out but then thought the better of it. Instead she laid down next to him and spread her legs. Damn, I look sexy. It's too bad my husband can't take care of my wet pussy. He's missing out.
As the bouncing and knocking and swaying continued to emanate from next door’s bed, Jamie spread her stocking clad legs open wide and slid her fingers back into her hole. It was soaked and on fire; her pussy was aching to be slammed hard. She thought about how big a cock actually had to be for a woman not to be able to get her mouth around it and –in a rare moment of pure driven lust- shoved three fingers into her cunt. Jamie always used two fingers so the third one was surprisingly tight - and felt remarkably satisfying. She fucked them deep up inside and rocked her hips, shaking her own bed and moaning loudly.
Ooh, maybe I'll wake up Keith this way, she figured. He can catch me playing with myself and then pound me nice and hard. Ooh, fuck! Yeah, fuck me like that dirty cheating wife next door is getting it. Come on Keith, wake up and catch me playing with my pussy. It’s so hot from listening to that naughty couple next door...
She listened to Victor talk dirty to Carol, "That's it, slut. How's it feel fucking another man? You likin' that black cock now. When I'm done with you, you won't even feel your wimp ass husband's dick!" There was the sound of a slap, and then another and another.
"Oh yeah, spank my ass!" Carol yelled. "Spank my married white ass! I don’t even want my husband’s worthless cock. I need a real man in me. Treat me like your own little whore, Victor!"
Jamie rubbed her clit and fingered herself simultaneously as she pictured the wanton sexual act on the other side of the wall. She looked at her husband who was still snoring and her frustration spilled into her sexual fantasy. Too bad, Keith. Too bad you won't be fucking me tonight. That's okay, I'll be thinking about Victor tonight anyway. Oh, yes... Victor's dark sexy skin, those incredible arms, that sexy bald head, that big black cock. Yeah, fucking me in the same stockings I wore at our wedding. I’ll be your whore too, Victor. Fuck me hard! Fuck me like my husband could never do! Slam my tight little pussy on my wedding night!
Her orgasm was even more intense than the last as she sampled a big scoop of forbidden with a topping of wickedness. Never before had these thoughts crossed her mind and now she lay panting in the hotel bed wondering if she would ever be able to stop thinking about them.
Mutual Understanding
Jamie and Keith sat down in the dining hall to have breakfast and Jamie realized they were sitting next to Carol and her husband. Of course, her husband didn’t look anything like Victor. He was in his late forties, carried some extra weight around his belly and his skin was a patchwork of sunburned sections and pasty whiteness – no doubt a victim of tourist activities and golfing in the warm California sun.
Carol looked visibly uncomfortable at their arrival but Jamie did her best to soothe the woman’s nerves. “Hey! Keith, this is the woman I met in the hallway. Carol, right? This must be your husband?”
“It’s nice to meet you, Keith,” she forced another smile. “Yes, this is my husband… Here he is…”
The older man stood up and extended his hand to the new couple, “Hi, I’m Ben.” They all shook hands and discussed the hotel. The Stanwicks were on their way to the airport after breakfast after a week at the resort and were not looking forward to the snow reports back home. Keith told them about the wedding and how they were on their honeymoon. Carol and Jamie exchanged looks while the men spoke, the unspoken female language of a glance that was lost on their spouses.
Keith excused himself so he could get something from the buffet. “I’ll join you, Keith,” Ben said standing up, patting his belly, “I think I have room for another helping.” The two men walked off with each other leaving the women alone to talk.
“Thanks for not saying anything. And thanks for not judging me,” Carol whispered.
“No problem,” Jamie smiled and whispered back. “I take it that wasn’t your hotel room either, right?”
“No, no, no. We’re on the other side of the resort, on a different floor.”
“Just making sure I don’t say the wrong thing during breakfast.”
“I really appreciate that. So,” Carol paused, “I hope we weren’t too loud last night.” Her guilty grin said it all – she knew perfectly well she was loud.
“Uhhhmm, you were pretty loud,” Jamie answered. “But I can understand why after taking a look at him. He was very attractive.”
“Yes, Victor is carved out of ebony for sure. Today is our last day together and that is his room. If you don’t want your husband to hear anything you may want to plan something for around 3pm.”
“Oh, I see.” Jamie smirked. “You shouldn’t have said anything. Now I am going to want to stay in the room this afternoon.”
Carol chuckled but then noticed a serious expression on her companion’s face. “Hmm, that’s an interesting thought.”
“Very interesting,” Jamie echoed.
“You know we meet at the gym today at 2:30pm. Just in case you were curious.”
The husbands returned from filling their plates at the breakfast buffet, both of them laughing. Keith sat down and looked at his new bride, “Hey sweetie, Ben here was saying that he had an open spot in his foursome for the golf course here today. Do you think it would be okay if I played the just the front nine with them? It’s a fantastic course.”
Jamie glanced over at Carol and back at her new groom. “Sure honey. You’ve been a good boy; I say play the whole course. I’m sure I’ll find something to do.”
“You know we’ve been here a few days now. Carol could probably show you some things.”
Jamie smiled. I bet she can.
Resolution
Keith sat in the hotel room, exhausted from the day and cycling through the various channels. The trip was turning into a great time and he was surprised how understanding Jamie was. She let him go and do his own thing including playing golf two days in a row. The resort had plenty for her
to do as well he reasoned. Now she was off at the gym and Keith got the television all to himself. Yes, their marriage was off to a very good start if Jamie was going to be this understanding.
As he watched the football game he heard the couple next door going at it again. Yesterday they had been having sex but then stopped right around the time he got back to the hotel room from the course. The two of them must have been going at it hard because he could hear them coming down the hall. The first night when he and Jamie overheard their lovemaking Keith was pretty snockered and fatigued from the long day. Now they were doing it again only this time he could hear them talking dirty to each other.
“Fuck me, Victor! Fuck me with your big black cock!” the woman’s voice called out. The man grunted something but Keith couldn’t make out what it was. The woman screamed again, “FUCK MY MARRIED WHITE PUSSY!”
I can’t believe what’s going on next door, Keith thought. Some white woman is cheating on her husband with a black dude. That’s just harsh! It’s a good thing Jamie isn’t here. She would freak out knowing that a black man and a white woman were the ones getting it on that first night. Man, are they going wild in there!
The sounds continued and Keith actually started to get hard listening to the two of them have sex. While he was tempted to be cruel and pound on the wall to mess up their mood (or complain to the front desk about the noise), he found himself tugging at his cock and listening more intently to the couple as the woman screamed out a high pitched climax. He had heard the phrase “Once you go black you never go back” and figured this was one woman who was definitely not coming back to her husband. Especially after the fuck session they must have been having all week long.
Keith jerked off faster and felt like he was going to cum soon. He didn’t like the idea of a black man fucking some guy’s wife (at least he didn’t think he did) but the forbidden act was certainly something new and he was horny. Besides, he reasoned, Jamie was too tired for sex the last night. I might as well get some relief.
“More, Victor! MORE! Make me your whore! Fuck me like my husband never could! OOOH I LOVE YOUR BIG FUCKING BLACK COCK! I’M CUMMING!”
Keith spilled his man juice all along his clenched fist and onto the beige high-thread count sheets. There was no way he would tell his wife about this. No, he definitely didn’t want his new bride hearing all that kind of talk – who knows what kind of idea she might get. Hell, he couldn’t tell anyone about it at all.
Reaching across the nightstand he grabbed two tissues from the dispenser and wiped them in between his gooey fingers. As he cleaned up the sperm from his hand he realized how similar the woman next door sounded to his lovely bride. There was a twinge of paranoia that kicked in but reason won out. It can’t be her though, he considered. Jamie was with me the first night when we heard them going at it. Besides, she never gets that excited. It just has to be a coincidence.
He pulled his underwear back up and turned the volume louder on the football game.
** ****
When Jamie returned from the gym, Keith could have sworn he saw a bit of his bride’s sexy white lingerie sticking out of the gym bag she carried, but he figured his eyes were just playing tricks on him. That’s stupid of me. Why would she wear lingerie to the gym?
Part III
Sarah’s Sexy Snooping
House-sitting: Day One
Seven days. That’s how much time Sarah Kinsley had alone before her neighbors got back from vacation. The list of duties was easy enough: feed the cat, water the plants, make sure the pipes don’t freeze, pick up the mail, and make sure the house looked occupied. She had done all of this a couple of times before back before graduation when her friend Jenny was still living here and she really didn’t mind checking on the house. Besides, it meant getting away from her mom who was driving her nuts since the Spring semester started up. While Jenny was a good three hours away, Sarah was going to a local community college and saving money by living with her mother and her brother.
It was 10pm and the nineteen year old redhead keyed in through the front door of the Stanwick house. The cat, Rally, tried to make a bolt for it but Sarah squeezed through the door and shut it at the last moment, scattering all the mail from her hands onto the floor. Rally rubbed against her leg briefly and meowed then trotted over to the empty food bowl; the poor cat acted like it was starving.
Running through the to-do list was simple enough and five minutes later everything was done. Sarah tried playing with the feline but it fled the kitchen after eating half a bowl of its kibble. The animal didn’t take to anyone except for Jenny’s mom and tended to stay hidden when people came to visit. She remembered chasing the calico with Jenny after school which invariably ended with Rally hiding in the master bedroom. Now that she was older Sarah was trying to be nicer to the animal but no doubt it remembered her well enough.
“Rally, come here sweetie, kiss kiss kiss!” she sang to the cat as she jogged up the staircase and walked into the Stanwick’s bedroom. The cat darted under the bed and Sarah jumped to grab her, barely missing her as Rally’s tail slid through her grip.
Hisssss!
“You are ungrateful you know that, Rally?” Sarah shouted, “I should let you starve.” Flipping up the striped dust cover, she peered under the bed and saw two green glowing eyes staring back at her. The teenager was just about to give up when she had a strange notion. “You never know what is hidden underneath people’s beds…” She had forgotten who told her that but it tempted the girl into shuffling the items around. That’s when she noticed a shoe box with a DVD case sticking out of it. Hmmm, she thought, Mister Stanwick’s secret porn stash.
It reminded her about her younger brother and his XXX DVDs that he had kept under his bed. Many times she snooped in his room, checking them out, occasionally watching them and playing with herself. That continued till the little perv started locking his door and her fun quickly ended.
Sarah was always poking her nose around in other people’s things – she knew it was wrong but it gave her a bit of a thrill finding out people’s little secrets. Before moving out her father kept two dirty books hidden in his sock drawer about people tying each other up then having sex; those and a stack of Penthouse magazines under his bed. She could only imagine what he had now that he lived on his own.
Her mom, Alice, had sexy lingerie that she kept in the back of the closet, although she probably hadn’t had a chance to wear any of it since the divorce two years ago. She also kept a stack of trashy romance novels by her bed and seemed to devour a book a week.
She even knew about her friend Jenny’s nude pictures she found on her laptop in the file labeled SCHOOL STUFF; they were mostly self taken shots in a mirror of her just flashing her tits and posing in her underwear. During the Christmas break Sarah snuck a peak when they were hanging out with each other in Jenny’s room.
Now Sarah had lots of dirt on Mister Stanwick. He always had porno mags hidden around the house in the past and she and Jenny joked about them and about what a pervert her old man was and how her mom always got upset about it. One day Jenny and Sarah pulled a magazine out of the trash that Mrs. Stanwick must have thrown away. They snuck it into Jenny’s bedroom and leafed through it. Finally Legal: All Girls Edition contained images of exactly was it sounded like it would: eighteen year old girls doing lesbian things with other girls.
She remembered joking around and posing like they were in the magazine, being very silly and flashing each other. At one point Jenny and Sarah pressed their lips together in a mock kiss but neither of them pulled back right away. Soon their tongues crept from behind their teeth and the two teenagers were making out – for each their first lesbian experience. The kiss turned to groping and went on for who knew how long before they heard Jenny’s dad coming down the hall, sending both girls into a panic as they broke their physical contact quickly. Since then, neither girl ever talked about the kiss or the magazine, but Sarah occasionally masturbated thinking about that afternoon.
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The redhead pulled the box out from under the king sized bed, laid it on the duvet, and carefully opened it up. She had to remember how everything was placed in the box so she didn’t get busted. Inside the shoebox she saw six DVDs: Gone Black and Never Going Back, 4 Hours of Black Gang Bangs, Housewives Going Black 3, My Mother Went Black, and Eighteen and Interracial Sex 7. What a total perv Jenny’s dad was! How could he like watching interracial stuff? This was the same man that told Jenny he would “string up the first nigger” that looked sideways at her. Not like Jenny had to be told – she and Sarah couldn’t be bothered with the black guys at school or anywhere for that matter. And these DVDs? That shit was just gross.
A piece of paper was underneath the movies and she pulled out the DVDs to get a better look. It was an invoice. Sarah was curious how much Mr. Stanwick had spent on all this crap so she unfolded it and looked it over. $155 was the total – damn that was a lot of money for six movies of anything. Why would he spend that kind of dough for this kind of stuff?
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