by E. B. Wood
I already had my clothes laid out on the bed and stood patiently while Jason handed me my underwear and dress. I was going for a simple bra and knickers set, without any stockings in deference to the sultry evening air and undoubted heat of the club, and topped it off with the obligatory little black dress. I checked myself out in the mirror and like what I saw.
I could see Jason staring behind me and asked, ‘Is there a VPL in this dress?’ I wiggled my butt at him, enjoying his gaze.
‘Er, I’m not sure.’
I pretended to consider. ‘Well let’s be sure. Come and take my knickers off. Better safe than sorry.’
Jason knelt in front of me and reached up under my dress. As his hands got close to my knickers I reached down and pushed his fingers against my pussy. ‘Do I feel wet?’ I whispered.
Jason’s fingers stroked my lips softly. ‘Yes,’ he breathed.
‘Pull my knickers down and check.’ I commanded. Jason slid my panties down and I stepped clear of them. Lifting my dress I pushed his face forward. ‘Taste me.’ I moaned as his tongue caressed my delicate folds. ‘Am I wet?’
‘Very wet.’
‘Good.’ I pushed his face away. ‘You know that’s for Mark and not you, right?’ I almost laughed at the look of tortured longing on Jason’s face. ‘You might as well hang on to those knickers,’ I said, turning away. ‘I don’t think I’m going to need them tonight.’
‘What about me?’
I turned back. ‘What do you mean?’
‘What do I do when you’re…busy?’
‘Oh, you could stay at the club.’ I paused. ‘Or do you want to watch?’
‘Would you let me?’
I considered this. There was a lot to be said for having a bit of privacy the first time with another man and I’d just kind of assumed that Jason wouldn’t be present. On the other hand this might be the only chance for Jason to be involved during the holiday and he had agreed to give up the opportunity to cum himself so I could play. ‘If I said yes where would you go? There’s not much room under the bed.’
‘Over here,’ said Jason moving to the closet. ‘There’s just enough space between the louvers for me to see the bed kind of clearly.’
‘You’ve already checked this out?’
‘Er, yeah,’ replied Jason looking slightly abashed. ‘I tried as soon as you said you might play around.’
‘I see.’ I pretended to consider for a moment. Truth was I’d already decided that if there was a suitable spot I’d let Jason watch. In fact the thought of getting down and dirty with Mark right under his nose had me dripping enough that I began to regret not having my knickers on…
The club was hot and heaving and, leaving Jason at the bar, I went in search of Mark. It took me a while to find him amongst the surge of people drinking and dancing. Eventually I found him and almost immediately wished I hadn’t. Mark was with a group of guys and obviously pretty wasted. Gone was the cute funny guy I’d met at the pool and instead I found myself in the company of an obnoxiously drunk arsehole who nonetheless, by the way he pawed at me, still seemed to think he was getting somewhere. I was actually a little scared of the way Mark was trying to grope me to the leering amusement of his friends and tried unsuccessfully to extract myself politely. There was no way I was going to sleep with this dickhead but thinking that maybe if I got him away from his mates he’d calm down enough to let me go I agreed to a dance.
Bad move. As soon as we hit the dance floor Mark seemed to take it as a sign that I was up for more. I tried to keep some distance between us while struggling to avoid his clumsy attempts to kiss me. I looked around desperately for Jason, knowing that he’d be watching but realizing with a sinking heart that the chances of him seeing me in the crowd was slim to none. While I was distracted Mark seized the opportunity to slide his hand up my dress, jamming his fingers painfully against my pussy. I winced and tried to push him away but he was too strong for me.
And then suddenly he was gone. One moment I was fighting off this prick and the next he was lying on the ground with blood pouring from his mouth.
‘You okay?’ said a rich gravelly voice, soft but clear in the sudden silence. I looked up into the deepest set of black eyes I’d ever seen.
‘Umm, yes,’ I stammered. ‘Thanks.’ I became aware that the eyes were attached to a very large and smartly dressed black guy with a shaven head and white teeth flashing in the dark as he shrugged like knocking people out was just part of his ordinary day. Looking at the size of him I could well believe it was.
The guy took my hand. ‘You here alone?’
Just then I saw Jason pushing his way through the crowd towards me, worry and concern etched on his face. I caught his eye and mutely shook my head as desperately but unobtrusively as possible. Jason hesitated; taking in the giant holding my hand and to my relief seemed to understand.
‘Sorry, what?’
‘Do you have any friends here who can help you?’
I turned back to those bottomless black eyes and shook my head. ‘No, I’m here alone.’
I was smitten. I was a smitten kitten.
Jason
Let’s face it; the big black bull fucking your wife is pretty much cuckold fantasy 101, and yet it had never really been my particular kink. My overwhelming desire had simply been focused on Bea fucking someone. Anyone! His race, creed, religion, size, shape or personality wasn’t important to me so long as Bea found him hot and wanted to ride him raw. However this doesn’t mean I was completely immune to the purported sexual prowess of black men. If they did figure in my cuckold fantasies from time to time it was more about imagining Bea having the best sex ever with another guy than any particular attribute of the guy himself – least of all his skin colour.
However when I saw the way Bea was looking at the huge guy in front of her I have to admit that I felt a sick thrill go through me at the thought of her sleeping with a black man. There was no doubt in my mind that Bea was going to fuck him. I knew that look, had seen it directed at me once upon a time and seen it focused on Steve often enough to know that Bea had found something she really wanted. I should have perhaps felt guiltier about not being there to protect her in time but such feelings were quashed by intense surges of adrenalin and fluttering nerves at knowing my wife was going to get laid that night.
I withdrew discretely and left then to get better acquainted. Which is not to say I left them completely alone; but rather that I spent the next couple of hours moving around the club trying to keep an eye on them without it appearing too obvious that I was doing so. My efforts were rewarded by occasional glimpses of the pair of them dancing or sharing a drink and chatting, their faces close together over the noise of the music.
I actually got asked to dance myself by a cute and vivacious blonde woman and accepted just so I had an excuse to get on the floor and closer to Bea and her new man. Despite the fact that it was a lively tune being played, Bea and the guy were slow dancing together, Bea looking small and delicate wrapped against his massive frame. I tried not to stare too obviously at them while I danced with my partner but when the guy lowered his head to Bea’s and they shared their first kiss I didn’t care what anyone thought – I was going to damn well watch that! It was a long kiss and I loved the way Bea’s head was cocked right back to reach his mouth. While they kissed the guy ran his hands down Bea’s sides and I wondered if he felt that she wasn’t wearing any knickers as his hands caressed her butt. By the way Bea melted against him I could tell she was really getting into it and I wondered with a shudder if the guy’s cock was pressing into her right at that moment. The song finished before their kiss and I turned back to my dancing companion to find she had left me already, obviously off in search of guys who didn’t just stand around leering at other couples. As I felt my cock twitching in the steel cage between my legs I couldn’t help but smile as I wondered what her reaction would have been if she’d actually succeeded in getting me into bed. More than a little disappointed I imagined
...
I went back to the bar and had almost finished another beer when Bea suddenly appeared at my side, starling me.
‘I told Rob I was going to the loo.’
Ah, so that was his name. ‘How are things going? I saw you kissing, looked like you were enjoying yourself.’
Bea smiled. ‘I was, and I plan to enjoy myself even more,’ she hesitated. ‘If you’re okay with that?’
‘And what if I said no?’
Bea looked at me, a small frown creasing her face while her eyes searched mine. ‘But you’re not going to are you? You want this as much as me, right?’
I grinned. ‘Even if I didn’t I wouldn’t have the heart to stop you. You really fancy this Rob guy, don’t you?’ Bea nodded. ‘And you’re going to let me watch you fuck him?’
‘Uh-huh. That’s why I was looking for you. We’re going to leave soon so if you want to watch you’d better get back to the room quickly and hide.’
I swigged the last of my beer. ‘I’ll go right now and I’ll be as quiet as possible.’
Bea touched my arm and turned to go. ‘Don’t panic,’ she said over her shoulder. ‘I’ve already felt his cock and I’m pretty sure I’ll be making enough noise that you shouldn’t have to worry about anyone hearing you...’
Bea
Even the humid night air felt cold after the heat and press of the club and served to sober me up a bit. Not that I was so drunk that I wasn’t aware of what I was doing and neither did a bit of sober-reflection have any hope of stopping me doing what I was about to do. Instead the slight buzz of alcohol had done its job of lowering my inhibitions enough that my only real concern was not throwing Rob to the ground and fucking him before we made it back to the hotel. I held his hand and practically dragged him through the streets with indecent haste.
I released his hand as we went through the hotel lobby. I couldn’t help but lock eyes with the male receptionist on duty and wondered if he recognized me or if he suspected that I was about to cheat on my husband. Thinking that made me blush slightly and I had to look away, convinced that he’d seen right through me. My concern for the receptionist’s opinion only lasted until the doors of the elevator closed behind us and Rob swept me into his arms and firmly kissed me once again. The man was good and I could feel a little more dampness joining the already stickiness of my inner thighs.
I opened the door to the room and couldn’t help glancing at the wardrobe where I knew Jason must be hiding. I was suddenly paranoidly convinced that Rob would know that my husband was there and all but dragged him past the wardrobe and towards the bed. Honestly the guy must have thought I was about the keenest girl he’d ever met.
And to be honest I just might have been.
I certainly wasted no time stripping off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. I’d felt his cock against me all night and was seized with impatience to see it in the flesh. Of course I’d heard all the rumours about how well-hung black guys were and I could already tell that Rob was a good size but more than that I was simply eager to get my hands on a new cock. Any new cock would have done at that point. And if it just happened to be big and black then that was just my good luck, right?
I wasn’t disappointed as I dropped to my knees and pushed Rob’s trousers down to expose the long thick piece of meat between his legs. For the first time in my life I found myself face to, er, face with a black cock and I spent some time just touching and looking at it. Rob’s cock was easily as big as Steve’s and perhaps even a bit thicker, but whereas Steve’s had stuck up vertically rock hard and proud, Rob’s even when fully-erect, still swung long and low. It never reached much beyond the horizontal as if held down by its own hefty weight. He was uncut and I slid his foreskin back to expose a fat purple cockhead that I simply couldn’t resist licking. The next thing I knew I had my mouth stretched around his cock and was rocking back and forth as I blew him. Not bad, a small still-sane part of me thought, less than two minutes from in the door to on my knees. Definitely a new record for me in slutty behaviour.
I was surprised at the texture of Rob’s cock. It was much softer and spongier than other dicks I’d known; it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, just different. I wondered how it would feel inside and got a twinge in my pussy at the thought. I kind of liked the way it drooped when I released it and spent a few minutes entertaining myself by flicking it around with my tongue and trying to catch it in my mouth as it swung past. I got kind of lost in playing about and suddenly felt two huge hands under my armpits and found myself lifted and deposited on the bed like I was as light as a feather.
‘Hey,’ I protested, giggling. ‘I was enjoying that.’
‘Yeah?’ said Rob, pushing my dress up and moving his head between my legs. ‘Let’s see if you enjoy this instead.’
I moaned in delight as his tongue tickled and caressed my sensitive pussy lips. Rob gave good head, maybe not the best I’ve ever had but good enough to have me writhing and groaning in a short time. As pleasant as it was, and god knows I’ve never met a woman who complained about a man wanting to go down on her, it just wasn’t head I was interested in. My pussy had had enough tongue lashing from Jason over the last two years; what it wanted now was a flesh and blood cock instead. And luckily I knew just where to find one.
Pushing Rob back I sat up and knelt on the bed with my back to him. ‘Unzip me.’ I felt his big fingers fumble with the zipper and then the cool breeze on my back as my dress fell open. Rob slipped it off my shoulders and then his hands slid around my front, easily cupping my breasts in his huge hands. I moaned as he flicked my nipples and rolled my head back so he could kiss my neck. I reached back with one hand and grabbed his cock, slowly stroking him while he sucked on my neck and caressed my tits. The combination of feelings was too intense and I couldn’t resist running my other hand between my legs, easily slipping my fingers inside my aching cunt. I groaned, fuck I was sopping and I decided I’d had enough foreplay; it was time for the main event.
‘I need you to fuck me,’ I whispered, pushing Rob away so I could lie down on the bed. Rob quickly finished undressing and I drank in the sight of his massively muscled physique. He was built like an ebony Adonis and I knew that later I would enjoy exploring my way around his naked frame, but right now the only bit I was interested was waving long and thick between his legs. I watched mesmerized as it swung slowly and heavy from side to side as Rob positioned himself above me and I suddenly understood why guys’ cocks were sometimes called snakes. The thing between Rob’s legs resembled nothing as much as a deadly python, both in the way it swayed and in the hypnotizing effect it was having on me. I giggled nervously at the thought and realized that I was also a bit apprehensive about taking all of that inside me. I’d been so long without a really big cock that I was worried I might have lost the knack.
I needn’t have worried. Despite his size Rob was surprisingly gentle and his insertion was just a long, drawn-out pleasure, without pain or discomfort. Perhaps it was the softer nature of his cock but when he was inside me it didn’t feel at all alien or intrusive but rather as if my pussy was spread wide and filled by my own flesh. It was without a doubt the most amazingly comfortable large cock I’ve ever encountered. I wrapped my arms and legs around Rob, pulling him down and marvelling at the hard bulk of him on top of me. I held him still and rocked my hips back and forth, working myself down on his length until I was certain I had every single bit of him inside me. I purred with pleasure and almost objected when he drew back and I felt that wonderful fullness leaving me. But then it was back, pushing and opening my insides and I smiled with delighted contentment at its return.
Rob fucked me slowly for a start. I wrapped my legs high up over his arse and just enjoyed the sensation of having a big cock moving inside me again. Jason’s chastity meant that I didn’t get to experience a real cock as much as I’d like and, when I did, Jason’s size, particularly his smaller girth, didn’t give me the same intense pleasure I had come to expect from sleeping with Steve. Of
course the strap-on I chose for Jason was bigger than his below-average dick but it still couldn’t compare to the feel of the real thing. I therefore was in absolute heaven and the combination of meeting a guy I really fancied, who also happened to have a really big cock, and the sheer wantonness of fucking a virtual stranger had my pussy as slick and wet with excitement as it had ever been.
Of course two other things added to my enjoyment. The first was the incredible visual and tactile difference of Rob’s skin. I’d never been with a black guy before and the difference in his skin colour from every other man I’d ever known only served to make the experience feel more erotic and decadent. I loved the contrast of my white legs wrapped around his dark hips and just looking at his beautiful black form above me was enough to make my pussy pulse and leak some more. Rob’s skin also felt different. To my surprise, despite the hard muscles that moved and coiled as he thrust on top of me, his skin was as soft and velvety as a newborn’s and I couldn’t resist repeatedly running my hands over his back and sides delighting in the contrast of solid muscle and silky skin.
The other thing that heightened my excitement was the knowledge that less than a dozen feet away my husband was privy to every touch and moan that I shared with my new lover. To be honest I’d all but forgotten about Jason’s presence in the first mad rush to get Rob into bed and on top of me. But now as Rob settled into his rhythm, and my breath started to rasp explosively from me with each thrust of his amazing cock, I wondered how Jason was handling the situation. Although he’d gotten over his jealousy at seeing me with Steve I wondered if he was experiencing any regrets or possessiveness witnessing me with someone new. I hoped if he was he’d be man enough to tough it out as the last thing I wanted at that moment was to have the delightful feeling between my legs interrupted by a cuckold husband who couldn’t take his medicine.
For my part I’d taken quite a shine to controlling Jason’s orgasms and the thought of his denied cock stiff and sore in his cage while I freely screwed another man in front of him thrilled me more than I’d ever imagined it would. I hoped Jason could clearly hear the wet slapping smack from between my legs that accompanied each thrust of Rob’s cock into my almost embarrassingly wet cunt. Thinking about him going crazy hearing just how turned on I was the final straw and I bit hard into Rob’s shoulder as I jerked in an unexpectedly sudden orgasm.
