by Jason Lenov
Thrilled at his offer, I did what he said. I sat down on the edge of the bed and took Heather’s hand.
She looked up at me and smiled, obviously pleased by this new twist.
When Kwabena had finished undressing, he walked over to the edge of the bed. He grabbed Heather by her ankles and pulled her towards him until her ass was nearly hanging over the end of the bed. After turning her sideways, so her head was pointing towards me, Kwabena lifted her legs up and nodded at me. “There. You hold her like that,” he said, handing me each of her ankles.
My eyes opened wide as I took her ankles. This would give me a perfect view of his black cock sliding into her pink hole. The thought shook me to my very core as I held Heather’s feet in place above her head. Unable to resist, I gazed at her pretty wiggling toes.
Heather’s attention was focused entirely on Kwabena. She watched as he stroked his cock to life. Her eyes grew wider as it grew, as if she couldn’t believe she’d accepted his girth into herself and was about to do so again.
Once hard, Kwabena stepped up and slid his cock along Heather’s slit. Instead of going inside her, he slid it along her stomach, up past her belly button, until his wrinkled sack rested against her dripping lips. “Look how much meat your wife can sheathe,” he said with a grin, staring at his hard muscle.
Heather was craning her neck to watch the little performance, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was there, holding her legs back and open for her dark invader.
Kwabena slid his cock down off her belly and pressed the helmet-like head to her lips.
Heather sucked in a breath. She reached down and split her lips, opening her hole for him.
With one hand on his hip, the other on her thigh, Kwabena flexed his ass and leaned forward. His cock slipped easily into her lubricated orifice.
I felt Heather shudder as he sank into her. Staring at the black cock sliding into her pussy, I felt my own member harden to a very uncomfortable degree. Heather shuddered again as his balls came to a rest against her ass. This time, however, she seemed to have no doubt that she could take all of him. In fact she seemed to grow impatient with how slowly he was feeding her dick.
When he was fully lodged inside her she began to try and sway back and forth, a pleading expression twisting her face as her body became increasingly desperate for his fuck.
Kwabena placed a fat paw on her thigh and let his thumb slid up her pussy until he found her clit. Instead of pulling himself out and thrusting into her again, he started to rub the engorged bud.
Heather let out a pained mewl. She stared down at his big hand on her leg. Her eyes fluttered up and met mine but it felt like she was looking through me. Then they rolled back at the same time she closed her eyelids.
Her legs began to shake.
Kwabena’s rubbing stayed slow and rhythmic as he brought her closer to the brink.
“Oh fuck…” Heather whimpered.
I saw her slit clench, her lips gripping Kwabena’s cock as she began to come.
“Mmm,” he growled.
My imagination ran away, down her body and up into her pussy. I could almost feel the way her inside muscles were rippling along his cock, trying to gulp the seed from it and drink it in.
Heather screamed out the other side of her climax, her body shaking again.
A smile split along Kwabena’s lips as he eased his thumb off her clit. He looked up at me. “I think I can take it from here.”
Chapter Eleven
Letting go of Heather’s ankles, I staggered back and fell into the chair in the corner of the room.
With Heather panting beneath him, Kwabena worked his way up onto the bed. He bent over, cock still buried deep in her pussy, until his chest was pressed against hers.
Seeing her like that, pressed to the bed by his big black frame, legs splayed apart was a stunning sight.
Kwabena began fucking her in long, slow strokes. With each one he drew his hard flesh out of her, black and glistening with her syrup. He would wait a moment before sliding it into her again.
After a while of this, he pressed his lips up close to her ear. He whispered something that was too soft for me to hear.
Heather nodded and her hands drifted down his back to come to a rest on his ass.
This was possibly the most shocking thing that aroused me. Taking another man’s cock into herself was certainly intimate but nothing could top this. Some delicate pillow talk in mid-fuck followed by a tender touch? The way it excluded me from the situation was painfully delicious.
I felt a deep and powerful desire to touch myself but I knew it would be so much better if I waited and enjoyed Heather, too.
As their lovemaking, and that was the only name for it, continued, Kwabena and Heather began to kiss. His thrusts quickened and her hips began to rise with each deep penetration.
The tension was almost too much for me as they approached climax. Heather’s words kept running through my mind.
A little something to remember Africa.
All I could think of was Kwabena’s emission swimming through her, finding its target, taking root and making her belly swell.
Heather began to pant beneath him, her nails digging into his back as she began to come.
Kwabena kept the same, steady pace he had flicking her clit. Not budging an inch until she screamed and began to writhe beneath his bulk.
It was a powerful and extended orgasm, multiple waves of pleasure crashing through Heather. Each time I thought it was over she would rise up again, clinging to him and clawing at him with her nails.
Then, just as her pleasure seemed to recede, Kwabena grunted above her. “Are you coming?” she asked, her voice a frantic whisper.
“Fuck…yes,” Kwabena answered with another grunt.
“Oh my God fill me up with that seed!” Heather begged. And it began all over again.
Their bodies swam on the bed, two undulating waves of clasped flesh.
I sat in my chair staring and imagining what his cock looked like, retching black seed into my convulsing wife.
Kwabena and Heather took a long time drawing out the tail of the orgasm. They slipped back into a gentle swaying fuck, his still-hard muscle sliding in and out of her sticky puss.
A pang of jealousy and shame tore through me as I watched them stare into each other’s eyes and kiss.
Then, as if realizing they were not alone, Kwabena glanced at me, turned to the side, then pulled himself out of Heather and slipped off the bed. He didn’t turn and look at me or acknowledge me in any way, just slipped into his robe and out the door.
I stood up, took off the clothes I was wearing and lay down next to Heather on the bed.
She turned to me and smiled, her tousled blonde locks falling off her shoulders. “Did you like that?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yes.” I couldn’t resist turning my head and trying to catch a glimpse of what might be leaking out of her pussy. Turning to look into her eyes again I saw her smile widen.
“Not tonight,” she said, reading my filthy mind. “Come here.” She pulled me up and onto herself, opening her legs for me to stuff my cock into her used hole. She took it and pulled me close. “Tonight I want you to see what it’s like. What it feels like to have this much of him inside me.”
I sank easily into her stretched cunt. The warm froth of their combined excretions bubbled around me and came oozing out between my hard flesh and Heather’s lips. It was like sinking into a cup of hot Vaseline. “Oh my God,” I muttered as I buried my cock into her to the hilt.
Heather smiled. “You like that?” she whispered.
“I don’t…I don’t know what I like anymore…” was all that came to my head.
For some reason this made Heather laugh. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close for a kiss. “I love you, Jason Adams,” she said.
“I love you, too,” I whispered back as I began to thrust. I was perilously close to coming.
“And you love there’s this
much of him inside me, don’t you?”
The question caught me completely off guard and made me shudder. My cock flexed, my own semen flooding out of my balls as it did.
“I think I’m fertile, too,” she whispered. “I’ve been counting.”
My eyes popped open. Heather’s smile tore through me like a scythe. My Heather, my wife, dirty-talking about getting pregnant by another man. Nothing had ever been this hot. “Oh Heather,” I grunted. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“Come, baby,” she ordered. “Come.”
The floodgates burst and my own hot emission came pumping through my cock.
Heather closed her eyes and purred.
I sailed up to the peak of the climax, the world disappearing for a moment, with nothing in it but the wonderful release between my legs. Then, all too soon, it came rushing back. With my cock still pulsing, visions of Heather holding her pregnant belly and laughing, wondering whose it was, filled my mind and intensified the heat. Then came the guilty shame of indulging in such a fantasy for pleasure.
I rode out the rest of my contractions, then rolled off of Heather to catch my breath.
She rolled onto her side and put her hand on my cheek. “Wow that really does it for you, huh?” she asked.
I shook some of the fog out of my head. “Heath, listen. I’ll admit it. It’s incredibly hot but this is crazy. You’re not this crazy and neither am I! This is a huge risk. Please tell me you haven’t really gone off of birth control?”
Heather cracked another wicked grin. “I love how on edge this puts you.”
I shook my head again. “Heather, seriously. Please. Tell me you’re still on?”
“I’m not,” she said, shaking her head back at me.
“You’re…you’re not?” I stammered.
“I’m not.” She was looking right into my eyes.
“What…what if?”
What if the unthinkable happens?
Heather shrugged. “I think it’s going to be okay,” she said with a nod. Then she looked past me and towards the bedroom door. Her eyes lit up. “You want to see him fuck me again?” she asked.
As if on cue the door opened and Kwabena poked his head into the room. “How are the two lovebirds?” he asked, grinning. “All set for another round?”
I was a little miffed that he was even there. It meant that he’d assumed I wouldn’t last very long. And while that was true, it seemed sort of rude, nonetheless. But I didn’t want to look like a bad sport. This was the reason we’d decided to stay the night.
I gave Heather a pleading look, hoping she would say something that would allay my fears of her getting pregnant. I knew there was no way she was really off of birth control. Heather would never do something so crazy. Or at least that’s what I kept telling myself to make myself feel better.
I rose up off the bed and shuffled over towards the chair.
Kwabena came in carrying a tray of snacks and three cans of diet soda. He set them on the little table by the wall, then lay down on the bed next to Heather and put a paw on her tit. He squeezed her nipple with a finger and a thumb which made her shrink back, squeal and yell “hey!”
This made Kwabena burst into a fit of chuckling. “Oh Miss Heather you’ll have to get used to that if you want to keep enjoying this snake.” He reached down and waggled his cock which caused Heather to look at it and bite her lip.
Kwabena looked at me. “Did you clean her out for me?” he asked, chuckling. “Or will I have to use a different hole?” Grinning, he rolled her over before she could resist, popped a finger into his mouth, licked it, then pressed it against her anus.
Heather writhed and swatted at his hand, trying to turn over and get his finger away from her ass. She let out an awkward sounding giggle when she couldn’t get his hand away.
“Relax, Miss Heather,” Kwabena said, hauling himself up onto his knees on the bed. He grabbed Heather by the hips and dragged her up so that her ass was up in the air. A hand on her back kept her face pressed against the bed.
I saw a sudden tension grip her. She tried to push herself up but Kwabena was too strong. She craned her neck and looked over at me, her eyes wide with an animal panic.
Clutching the arms of the chair, I was about to jump up, run to the bed and rescue her, but something kept me seated in place.
As Kwabena trailed his finger down her crack and tickled her tight ring of muscle a new arousal crept through me. So far this had been a relatively safe adventure. Heather and I had instigated and Kwabena had obliged.
But just as it had before, the balance of power seemed to tilt in the room again. This time in Kwabena’s favour.
He was wearing a lewd grin as he twisted his finger against her back hole. Lifting it to his nose, he sniffed, closed his eyes savouring the dank scent, then popped it into his mouth to lubricate it again. Bringing it down on Heather’s tight ass caused her to gasp. “I take it you haven’t enjoyed the feeling of a man entering your behind before?” he asked.
Heather let out another awkward guffaw. She had regained some modicum of calm but still looked out of her element, to say the least.
Kwabena twisted the digit, easing it into her orifice.
Heather winced. But after the initial unpleasant reaction her eyes opened, darting back and forth across the room. It was as if his intrusion had inspired a curiosity in her. A desire to know what it would feel like to take a man back there.
Kwabena chuckled. “Yes, you see? Not as bad as all that.” His cock had begun to rise. With another twist of his hand he pushed his finger deeper into Heather’s bowels.
This time her mouth fell open in a gasp. She had begun breathing a little more heavily, her fingers clutching at the sheets the deeper he got.
Kwabena looked up at me with a smile, his thick cock nearing complete hardness again. “Go. Over there in that drawer. There’s a nice little toy with a shiny rock on top,” he said.
Despite my earlier paralysis I found the command impossible to disobey. I felt like a zombie rising from the chair and walking to the dresser. Opening the drawer I laid eyes on the toy he was talking about.
It was a rubber anal plug. Atop the flange was mounted a plastic “stone.” I picked the thing up and turned it over in my hand. Turning, I walked back towards the bed.
Heather was looking up at me out of the corner of her eye. Her fear seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a curious calm.
It was a strange thing, handing another man an implement to shove into my own wife’s ass.
Kwabena did anything but shove. Pulling his finger from her ass, he took the plug and pressed it against her pussy. Our combined loads oozed out, coating the tip.
Heather sucked in a breath but didn’t protest.
Kwabena pushed it deeper, stretching her lips until it was about half-way in. This caused a copious amount of our deposit to gush from her, slickening the toy. Satisfied at the level of lubrication, Kwabena pulled it out slowly so as not to drip too much of the sludge.
When he pressed it against her ass hole, Heather moaned. She twisted but not in a way that indicated she wanted to resist having the device impaled inside her bottom.
“That’s it,” Kwabena urge. “Just relax.”
And to my great surprise, that is exactly what she did. Exhaling, she seemed to let go of the tension she’d been holding. Her tight ring winked open.
Kwabena took the opportunity to push the plug in. It wasn’t very thick, maybe three fingers at it’s widest. Coated with the sticky goop, it slid in easily, the flange settling against her ass cheeks.
The exercise had Kwabena’s cock bouncing proudly. But instead of shuffling around and mounting her from the rear, he pried her pussy lips apart and dipped two fingers into his cunt.
Heather grunted at the intrusion but once more didn’t protest.
After rummaging around inside her, Kwabena pulled his fingers out coated in sticky seed. He reached around and lowered his hand to her mouth. “Open,” he ordered.
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I was stunned. All I could do was stare. Never in a million years would I have fantasized that something like this would happen to us. I don’t think I could have dreamed anything hotter than watching a large black man handle my wife as if she were his personal toy the way Kwabena was.
Heather looked up at me again. His finger was just inches from her lips and I knew that she could smell and surely nearly taste the filthy offering. Her glance seemed, to me at least at the time, to be some form of asking for permission.
This was reassuring because it made me feel like I was involved again, like I was in on the act, behind the scenes with the two of them and not just a spectator behind an invisible wall. With wide eyes I nodded at her, ordering to take the seed into her mouth.
Heather’s lips parted and she pushed out her tongue.
Kwabena grinned as he fed his fingers into her mouth.
Heather cleaned them with a lewd slurping sound.
“Filthy little thing, isn’t she?” Kwabena asked, glancing up.
I could muster no other reply but to nod.
He repeated this several times, dipping his fingers into her snatch, scooping out dollop after dollop of ejaculate and feeding it to her until she had been cleaned out. Once satisfied that this was the case, he got up and walked around behind her. Instead of dropping to his knees, he put a hand on both her ass cheeks and lowered himself until his cock was at her entrance. He shoved it into her with a guttural grunt.
There was nothing loving about this fuck. Kwabena began a rough and feral rut that had Heather moaning just moments later.
I watched his thick veiny cock disappearing inside her body, her lips stretched taut around it, looking like they were trying to suck him back in each time he pulled out. He brought Heather to climax three times and each time she screamed more wildly than the time before.
As her hair became mussed and tangled, her whole demeanour seemed to change. She seemed to metamorphose from the beautiful but bookish academic into something far more primal, far less civilized. The wild look settled in her eyes again as she fucked back against his thrusts.
