by Lainey Fox
“Are you okay?” Her son asked, wiping chalk dust on his pants.
“Oh, I’m fine sweethearts. Mommy’s just a bit tired is all.”
Her kids didn’t ask many questions, and they accepted this answer as valid. They went back out onto the porch to continue drawing. Amy closed her laptop; she wasn’t going to get any work done today, that much was clear. She wondered if John was having any luck, wherever he was. He had left mumbling something about work at the office and a few errands he had to run. Amy had nodded her head like a zombie. She was caught between two worlds. One was a bright orange world, filled with endless glasses of wine and speakers that played Italian music. The other world felt like a concrete cell in which the only brightness was her two children.
When John arrived back home that evening, Amy could hardly wait to jump in the car and head to Damien’s. She would pay the babysitter heavily for her services later. John walked through the door quietly following Amy as she sauntered across the walkway. She was wearing a red dress he hadn’t seen before. It had a scoop neck, showing the small of her cleavage. Her breasts bounced as she walked down the stairs. John smiled at her briefly before holding the door open.
When they got to Damien’s, it felt as if an eternity had passed. Amy was itching all over, lusting for hands to be all over her. She just wanted Damien to tear her dress off and push her against the wall, fondle her breasts, and on and on until the sun made its rotation around the earth. He opened the door shirtless. John was taken aback, but Amy wasn’t. She squealed and leapt into his arms as if they were high school lovers.
Instead of leading them to the bedroom, Damien brought them out to the garden. It was an enormous plot with pink bricks on the ground, and soft mounds of earth in various places. It was surrounded by a tall wooden fence, one that the neighbor’s couldn’t see through. That night there was a full moon. Its bright white light illuminated the vegetables, making their chubby exteriors appear enticing and delicious. There so many vegetables Amy had never seen before. She wanted to sink her teeth into everything in Damien’s garden, including her lover.
Damien had brought out a bed and a wooden chair to bask in the moonlight. He sat on the bed and directed John to sit on the chair. He let Amy explore the garden for a few minutes. He enjoyed watching her strut around in her heals. The red dress she was wearing rode up her thighs ever so slightly with each step she took. John looked solemnly at Damien and then to Amy. She was in the corner of the garden, fondling a ripe eggplant. He sat in his chair, half hard with arousal, waiting for Damien to once again take is wife. He had been told to sit on it and not budge until Damien told him so. Damien was much stronger than John was. He felt that if he failed to obey him, Damien would definitely rip him limb for limb before continuing to ravage his wife.
A quick whistle from Damien peaked Amy’s attention. She turned to look at him and he responded by patting the bed. Her heels made loud clicking noises as she crossed the bricks. She was poised, walking with a confident gait that turned Damien on. When she was close enough for him to touch, he reached out, lifted her from her feet and spread her on the bed. As Damien peeled off her layers of clothing, Amy stared up at the clear sky and bright shining moon. She basked in the silver light, watching it wash across her bare skin as each article of clothing fell away.
Now naked, Damien pushed Amy’s legs apart; opening her to him. He placed himself between her legs and began to plant warm kisses all over her neck and collarbone. Damien bit down on her bones, softly, loving the way she cried out into the night. He hoped their lovemaking would be loud enough to wake the neighbors. They would no doubt rush over, curious as to what was going on, only to be faced with the high walls of the garden. She belonged to Damien’s secret world; he wouldn’t share her with another living being, not even her husband.
A breeze blew Amy’s hair around, tickling her bare chest. Her nipples were erect, and Damien rubbed his hands over them, impressed at how hard they were. He teased her by licking and biting them softly, loving the way she cooed beneath his mouth. Damien smelled tangy that evening, of oranges and perhaps kiwis. Anything was possible in that garden of his. Amy ran her hands up and down his back, playing with his spine like it was a flute. She was still itching all over, begging in her head for Damien to make her cum.
Damien lowered himself between Amy’s legs and teased her slit. His tongue explored her length, pausing at her clit to circle and flick her sensitive organ. Amy could be quite ticklish, and his scruff made things even worse. She squirmed at his touch, unsure if she was going to burst into laughter or moans. In a matter of minutes Damien had Amy on edge, an intense orgasm just waiting to spread through Amy’s body. Starting near her stomach, the well of bliss began erupting. She tried to grab on to the feeling as if she could prolong it past a few seconds.
“Is this really happening?” John chimed in from his chair.
Damien looked up from Amy’s thighs and stared coolly at John.
“What’s wrong, Johnny boy? Not enough action for you? Perhaps you’d like to participate?”
John didn’t answer, but he shifted his gaze down to the ground, realizing his place.
Damien laughed. “She’s not yours anymore, John. She’s mine. And you better stay sitting in that chair or else I’ll tie you to it.”
Damien was at least a foot taller than John. He loomed in front of him, his threat hanging thick in the air. John sighed and crossed his legs, trying to hide his erection.
“Since you’ve been such a naughty boy tonight, John, I’m going to give your wife a little gift.” Damien smiled wickedly at John.
Amy was silent throughout the ordeal, though she had started to touch herself quietly. She loved the way Damien was threatening to John. She almost wished they would get into a fist fight so she could nurse Damien’s wounds, maybe even suck him off later as payment for his injuries. When Damien looked at Amy, she knew something was different. He seemed hungrier somehow, as if threatening John had only turned him on further.
“Amy,” he said softly, taking her chin in his hand.
He looked towards John and cast a crude glance at him.
“I’m going to screw your wife sore, and I’m going to cum inside her. You’ve been quite the weak lover, John. Now you’re going to sit in that hard, wooden chair while I impregnate your wife.”
With that, Damien pushed Amy back onto the bed and began massaging her hips soft at first, then harder. Amy’s hands instinctually flew up to his erect penis, rubbing the tip slowly with her fingers.
“You’re so wet,” Damien said as he inserted himself inside her.
She moaned with pleasure, and bit into his shoulder. Damien responded by putting her hands behind her head. She could hear John quietly whimpering somewhere in the garden. He was no doubt falling apart. It didn’t matter to Amy anymore; she belonged only to Damien. She cried out several times as Damien thrust harder against her. The head of his member hit against her most sensitive spots, making her feel as though she would cum any moment.
Damien kissed Amy, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She would open her eyes every few seconds to see the look on his face. In these moments it was as if Damien could sense her; he would open his eyes and smile playfully at her.
John just sat in his chair, as instructed. He alternated his gaze between his wife and the ground. She was glowing. John had never seen her happier as the buff black man’s enormous cock penetrated her willing pussy. John’s torn mine was reconciling the situation. He was no longer the man of the house, no longer his wife’s lover or the father of her future children. He was here to serve Damien and Amy, bend to their will and wishes. John reached down and touched his cock. It twitched at his touch. Releasing the feelings of jealously and uncertainty, John rubbed his shaft as he watched Damien’s prick once again disappear into his wife.
With one last thrust, Damien came inside Amy. He was harder than he’d ever been, and his dick was electrified inside her. Amy was on her fifth, maybe sixt
h orgasm of the night. She couldn’t keep count when they blended into each other. She cooed as Damien came inside of her, his hot bull cum rushing towards her fertile womb. Damien waited a few heartbeats before pulling out and whipping himself on the sheets. The heat had finally broke; the night was now cool, and smelled vaguely sweet and sweaty.
“Sorry John,” Damien said directing his voice to the wooden chair. “No cleanup for you tonight. We want to make sure that cum gets a chance to make it to Amy’s womb.”
Her Husband Watches:
His Big Black Boss
Book 1 of Her Husband Watches: His Big Black Boss
By Lainey Fox
Copyright © 2015 by Laney Fox
& Scarlet Lantern Publishing
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.
All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
Relationship Changes
Her body rhythmically rocked back and forth on top of Doug, squeezing his cock so hard he could hardly contain himself. Laura was breathing heavily, sweat moistened the space between them, the smell of sex intoxicating the room. The remaining pins for her up-do and veil were losing their hold on her long locks. With each thrust a few more stands of hair fell, framing her moaning face and rosy cheeks. Her body shook and Laura lost all sense of control. Doug clung onto her, keeping her pussy on his cock. As she was tantalizingly building up to an orgasm, she instinctively grabbed onto him tightly; trying to maintain a grasp onto her sense of the world and what it meant to her. He looked into her deep soulful eyes and knew she was the one whom he loved more than life itself. She leaned back screaming up to the ceiling, as Laura’s back arched and her cum started flowing onto him. She collapsed into Doug’s arms and smiled at him in a sedated blissful post sex mood. He caressed her soft skin and thought of how he had made the best decision in the world when he married her only hours ago.
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“What do you think?” Laura asked, twirling in front of the mirror. The hem of her short skirt lifted with the twirl, revealing that she had shed the underwear she had worn out to dinner.
Doug had been married to his wife for just over a year, but he had never seen her look more beautiful. Her jet-black hair flowed over her shoulders, touching the nip of her waist. Her round and pert bottom still looked as good as it did when she was 18 years old. Her breasts, however, were even bigger and perkier; fully formed and as large as grapefruit. As an adult, she was far more exotic and beautiful than he could have ever imagined when they were teenage lovebirds. Doug felt his love’s kiss touch his check and he leaned foreword to embrace her full, luscious lips. As their lips danced he lightly placing his hand on her long golden legs. While her skin never lost that sun kissed look, it always warmed to a glow in the summer.
Laura looked at her husband, wondering if he knew that things had to change. He was one of those guys that another woman might not find physically attractive, but to her he was perfect. He wasn’t muscular, but he was strong. His salt and pepper hair gave him an aged grace that she loved, and his masculine physique made her weak at the knees. She looked at him and wondered if he knew how worried she was about their financial situation. He hadn’t been promoted in years and, unbeknown to him, she was starting to resent that. He was always a simple man, able to get by on the basic needs of life. Whilst they never were at a want for money, the need for more never bothered him much. Doug was happy with the status quo and never pushed for something more. He also didn’t notice how Laura felt when he said that he had to reduce her allowance to make enough room in the budget to fix the car. To Laura this meant that she couldn’t get her nails done as often as she liked. Even though Doug had said he liked her natural nails, she wasn’t adjusting well to having her luxuries removed.
To him, her nails were perfect on her long, slender hands. He didn’t see the need to “pretty them up”, and often didn’t notice when she had them done. He also didn’t notice how worried she was when he said that she would no longer be able to have lunch with her friends and that their monthly holidays would have to come to an end. In fact, he was slightly amused when she looked more than worried when she suggested that there was “no way” that she was going to give up make up. He loved her natural, smooth skin, but she was not like him, and for her class and standing these luxuries were everything. When she did have the chance to go to lunch with her friends, Laura felt embarrassed when she couldn’t look as good as they did. They scoffed at her plain nails and nearly bare face. Although Laura loved her husband very much, she couldn’t help but wish that he was more ambitious.
As Doug thought back to when their relationship had been at its best, he felt forlorn. Looking at his wife, he could see that something in her was changing. He ran his fingers through her soft hair, and leaned into her shoulder.
“Baby what’s wrong?” He asked.
Laura mumbled something about being stressed at work, too many projects, the likely excuses. She leaned back into her husband before whispering, “I love you.”
Those words always calmed him, because he knew that she did love him, very much. Doug inhaled the scent of her skin and held her tighter, hoping that his love’s mood would pass. He slid his hands over the curves of her body as she lay cocooned around him. She pressed herself against him, cradling a growing erection along her behind. Doug squeezed her as his manhood came to attention. He could feel her breath growing ragged as her own arousal developed. He slowly lingered at her belly before softly and firmly pushing his strong hands down to her pussy. She wiggled her ass against him, signaling her husband without saying a word. He knew she loved when he was forceful with her. His fingers slipped under the hem of her short dress and into her pussy. Doug rubbed her clit against his forefinger and Laura moaned in delight.
“Harder” she said, as he slowly slid his fingers up and down her slit, her cum wetting more and more of his hand.
He pushed harder and held her tighter and she grasped onto him, breathing heavily as her pussy started to pulsate. She turned to him, kissing him all over. She reluctantly pulled herself away from Doug’s loving caress and slowly made her way down to his hard cock. He was not a man of large size and his previously smooth skin had aged. But it didn’t matter because his character was everything that she needed. Laura moved her lips down to his manhood, swirling her tongue around his bulbous head like she was playing a melody. With her husband squirming under her touch, Laura quickly leaning in and feverishly sucked and licked his cock as though it was the most delicious lollipop she had ever had. She looked at him, gazing up with the same expression of pure love as she moved her lips back and forth whilst he groaned and thrusted.
Laura could feel the warmth grow in his cock as it pulsated. She wrapped a free hand around his sack, practically squeezing the cum from his balls as his dick pulsed. She kept her lips locked around his cock as the ropes of cum erupted. She slurped up each load, swallowing and sucking happily on Doug’s overly sensitive prick. As her lover calmed, Laura pulled her now sticky lips away from her lover’s lessening tool.
Unfortunately, for her, Doug was not a man who would reward his wife with shopping trips or lunch for a well preformed blowjob. In fact, more and more frequently he was struggling to get it up. Despite her pleas, Doug refused to take Viagra. Laura leaned back as Doug fell asleep next to her. She couldn’t sleep. Her mind raced with thoughts and ideas for ways in which it would be possible to maintain their standard of living. Her greatest fear was poverty, and as she thought of the fact that Doug has not been promoted, she wondered if there was some way that she could convince his boss that Doug should be promoted.
Doug’s boss was your typical alpha male. H
e was strong both physically and socially, commanding a room when he entered. He was athletic and muscular and always giving others “advice” on their health and physique. Doug’s boss’ skin was as black as his wide smile was bright. As Laura laid next to her husband, contemplating how to get him a raise and thinking of his boss, she began to grow wet. She had never slept with a black man before, and she wondered what that would be like.
“Would his cock be too big to fit in?” She wondered silently to herself, her fingers slipping down towards her needy clit.
She thought of how he looked like a basketball player with his tall frame and build. Laura’s mind flashed back to when they were at the most recent company dinner. She remembered chatting with Doug’s boss, making little quips and quick conversation.
