White Wives & Black Lovers: (10 Book Interracial Bundle!)

by Sylvia Redmond

  Chapter 6

  I had intentionally left the door unlocked for him, and I watched as it eased open and he stuck his head inside. He saw the two of us standing there, Julie in a partial state of undress, and he smiled before coming in completely and closing the door behind him. He was dressed in shorts and a starched button up dress shirt, which had the appearance of formal attire compared to what he had been wearing in the sports hut the first time Julie had met him.

  “I’ve asked Thomas to stop by and help me with my part of our fantasies” I said, realizing that Julie’s eyes had not left him since he stepped inside. “I hope you don’t mind.”

  Thomas moved closer, closing the distance between himself and my wife, the smile never leaving his face. He was close enough to me that I could smell the cologne he was wearing, accenting the intrigue of another man so close to my partially dressed wife. He stepped closer still, almost parallel to me, and I took a step backwards to give the two of them space.

  “Hello pretty Julie” he said in the thick accent of the island. “I’m so glad I get a chance to see you again, you are such a beautiful lady.”

  The words rolled off his tongue with the ease of a man who had spoken that way to many women in his time working the island. Julie stood in front of him with her dress partially unzipped, not moving towards him but not moving away. I knew that her pussy was wet and her mind was relaxed, her inhibitions dulled from the wine we had drank. She was drunk and horny yet not sure what to do, but it didn’t matter as Thomas reached out his hands to her.

  “Why don’t we start pretty Julie” he said, “By getting this off that precious body of yours.”

  The compliments in his thick island tongue were an aphrodisiac to her, I was sure of it. As long as he kept speaking to her like that, she would offer him little resistance – if it ever occurred to her to resist him at all. His hands were at the zipper, tugging as far as the metal teeth would allow, before the dress fell completely open, giving a glimpse of her body beneath. Thomas took the fabric in his hands and pulled it down, and proceeded to help my wife step out of the dress that had been partially hiding her body.

  Thomas said something unintelligible, which I realized must have been a compliment in his own native tongue. He continued looking at her as she stood there, her body on open display in front of the handsome, black stranger, until he spoke again.

  “So beautiful, so beautiful – let’s have a closer look at you love” he said.

  His arms were around her at once, embracing her, while his hands went to the clasp of her bra. I watched as she closed her eyes and gasped, feeling him undressing her further and showing no signs at all of offering him any resistance.

  The straps of her bra went slack and in a moment were off her shoulders, freeing her big, beautiful breasts. I watched him strip the bra from her body, tossing it aside as if it were a wrapper he had just torn off a piece of candy. Her breasts were milky white, a sharp contrast to the golden brown of her skin that had been exposed to the sun. They were an even starker contrast to his black hands, and I watched with bated breath as he raised them and palmed each of her big breasts.

  Julie gasped at his touch, and I could see her nipples starting to pucker from her excitement. Thomas caressed them slowly, like a man who was all too familiar with how to stroke another man’s wife. His hands toyed with them, pinching her nipples and eliciting a soft moan from her mouth. Thomas then surprised us both by covering her mouth with his and giving her a long, soulful kiss.

  I needed to step back from the two of them and sit in the closest chair that I could find. My cock was hard – as hard as it had ever been – and my head was suddenly light. Had I made a mistake? Had I taken this too far? The thoughts skirted across my mind as I watched my wife, completely naked, being kissed by this dark, island stranger.

  “Here love” he said, breaking the kiss and stepping back from her. “Just a little more, yes?”

  His hands left her breasts and drifted down her midsection. I could see her big tits heaving, the nipples long and erect. I knew that was a clear signal for what he would find as his hands traveled lower. Her pussy had been wet when I was kissing her – I couldn’t imagine what Thomas would find as his hands dipped below her waist.

  “Atta girl” he said, as his long, black fingers dipped between her legs.

  He surprised us both yet again by gently stepping her backwards, pushing her against the mattress of the bed. Her body moved back and in a quick, agile movement he had my wife on her back on the big bed. He lifted her legs as he scooted her back on the mattress, quickly positioning himself in front of her on the bed.

  “That’s it love” he said, as he propped each of her legs up in front of him.

  Her feet were both planted on the bed, and her legs naturally spread open wide in from of him. It was what he had intended – she was shamelessly on display in front of him – her pussy wet and her legs spread open wide. I waited for it, I waited for him to strip and mount her. But I watched as both of his black hands traveled up her thighs, and he bent closer to inspect my drunken wife.

  “Oh, yes” he said, as his black fingers traced their way around her wet pussy.

  I watched my wife squirm under his touch. Her wet pussy was on display in front of another man for the first time in over a decade, and I knew her mind was still trying to comprehend what was happening. Her breathing quickened as he toyed with her, and when he lowered his mouth to her she began to audibly gasp.

  “Oh God Tom – he’s licking my pussy” she moaned to me as her hips started to thrash.

  Thomas moaned an affirmative as his tongue started lashing Julie’s pussy. I watched her tits shaking, her hard nipples sticking straight up in the air, as her body shook from his treatment of the black man’s tongue. I wondered about the last time I had given her oral sex, and couldn’t for the life of me remember when that had been. And as I watched him licking her pussy I started hearing sounds from her I had not heard in a long time – if ever.

  “Oh Jesus” she said as her body squirmed in his hands.

  He kept his hands locked around her thighs as he continued to suck on her pussy. I could hear the noises of wetness as he lapped at her, and I wondered how close she was to orgasm. I saw his body shift, and was suddenly aware of the fact that his hands had left her thighs. His hips started moving, and what he was doing suddenly became apparent.

  He was getting himself undressed…

  His lips didn’t leave my wife’s pussy but his hands expertly unzipped himself, and within minutes his own shorts were at his ankles. He finally relented from the tongue assault on Julie and stood, taking the moment to finish removing his clothes. She was foggy from lust, but still lifted her head to look at him, and we both saw his nakedness together as he prepared to finish her off.

  His body was impressive, every bit as muscular as I had remembered from the beach. His cock was long and hard and ebony black, jutting out from his body as if pointing at my wife’s naked body. She couldn’t stop looking at it – no doubt imagining what he was going to do with his impressive, black tool. He smiled at her, and made a motion with his hand, beckoning her to come forward.

  Julie wasn’t certain what he wanted at first, and neither was I. I had already pictured Thomas plunging his hard cock into my wife’s waiting pussy. But that wasn’t what he wanted just yet, and I watched him as he guided my naked wife to her knees.

  He had Julie on her hands and knees, directly in front of him. Her eyes were locked on his big, black cock, which was bobbing only inches from her face. The implication was obvious, and I watched her as she looked up at Thomas, silently asking what it was he wanted.

  “Go ahead pretty Julie” he said. “Go ahead and put your pretty mouth on my cock.”

  His hand had already moved to the back of her head, helping her as he uttered his words. I knew she was ready and wanted it, but I watched as he helped her nonetheless. Her lips opened and a moment later the tip of his big cock was in her mou
th, the same mouth I had dreamed about being on my cock for the last several years.

  I shifted in my seat, my cock absolutely straining from the spectacle I was watching. My wife was poised on her hands and knees, her body up until this point a secret only I knew, as she pleasured a black stranger. I looked at her ass, raised high in the air with her pussy wide open, offering an open invitation to be fucked.

  I rubbed my hard cock through the fabric of my shorts, relishing the feeling of touching myself. My hands immediately went to my waistband, where they stopped momentarily as I watched Julie mouthing him. I had wanted to watch Thomas fuck my wife with his black cock – I was eager to see another man pleasure himself with her body. But I didn’t think I could hold out any longer, watching the scene that was unfolding in front of me.

  My hand started unbuckling, but it was a task made harder by the fact that I had a hard cock forming a tent in my shorts. I shifted and tried again, successful at starting to work my zipper down. I just started to unbuckle, keeping my eyes locked on my wife’s moving lips. I was so caught up in the movement of her mouth, I almost didn’t hear the second soft knock at our door.

  Chapter 7

  Our door hadn’t been locked. Why would it be? I kept it unlocked for Thomas and had certainly not revisited it since he had come inside. I hadn’t been expecting anyone else, but that didn’t mean when I saw his face that I didn’t recognize him either.

  The other black man from the sports hut entered the room, as naturally as if we had extended him a formal invitation. I was shocked at first by his appearance and then by his size – he had to be a full six inches taller than Thomas. He seemed to stoop as he came through the doorway, closing the door behind him.

  Julie’s head lifted in surprise at the entrance of the second man, and I watched as Thomas’ black cock slipped from between her lips. Her mouth remained open and her expression confused, before Thomas spoke, breaking the awkward silence.

  “Pretty Julie, I thought you would like to meet Raymond” he said.

  The big man smiled without saying a word, and his hands started moving. He, like Thomas, was wearing a starched, white shirt that he started to unbutton. The two of us watched as his brawny, muscled torso came into view, reminding me of the strength the man exhibited on the beach.

  “All the pretty ladies like Raymond” Thomas said, as his friend continued to undress.

  My hand was still on my zipper, frozen where it had stopped just a few minutes before. I watched Raymond discard the white shirt, and I marveled at the impressive size of the man’s chest. For such a large man he remained absolutely silent, and near motionless except for his hands. They were at his waist, moving again, as he prepared to take off his shorts.

  The only sound in the room was the sound of his zipper going down as Julie and I sat speechless, watching the big man undress. His shorts came down first, revealing his briefs that lay beneath, providing one last sheath of fabric that prevented us from seeing his big cock. Little was left to our imagination however; the outline of his thick, hardening muscle was clearly visible, and only made the anticipation of actually seeing it that much worse.

  Raymond finished taking off the shorts, and then his big hands reach for his briefs. After a gentle tug they had freed the big cock that was hiding beneath, and we both saw what was in store for Julie. The size of this man’s cock was enormous, and I silently ruminated on the fact that it appeared to still be growing. The silence in the room was broken only by a gasp, and for a moment I wasn’t sure if it was a sound that came from me or my wife.

  “All the pretty ladies like Raymond” Thomas said again, and this time his hands pulled Julie’s open mouth back to his cock.

  I watched my wife, her head providing some resistance to Thomas, her eyes still locked on the big cock of his friend. But Thomas was more forceful this time, and did not relent until Julie’s mouth was once again wrapped around his cock, sucking him in a way I had not seen her do since the early days of our marriage. The room was suddenly filled with the slurping sounds of a blowjob, as Raymond walked to position himself behind my kneeling wife.

  “Yeah, that’s it pretty lady” Thomas said, plying my wife with his island compliments. “Such a beautiful white woman, Raymond is going to treat you to something nice.”

  I heard her moan from beneath his cock, and I wondered if it was encouragement or objection. But I knew it didn’t matter. Thomas had her head firmly in his hands, fucking her face, while his gigantic friend positioned himself behind her. The only thing keeping me from stopping either one of them was the fact that I wanted to see it happen more than anyone in the room. Without being fully aware of what I was doing, my hands continued the task of unbuttoning my shorts, relieving my straining cock.

  “Here it comes love” Thomas said, speaking for his apparently mute friend.

  I watched Raymond as he steadied himself behind her, taking one hand and raising up his enormous black cock. This was obviously not his first rodeo either, and he continued to move silently while positioning his gigantic organ. Julie’s body flinched, the only indication so far that she was starting to get the fucking of her life. And then her head lifted from the cock in her mouth, and I heard her give out a long, low moan.

  “That’s it love” Thomas said, rubbing her naked back with his hands. “Just let Raymond work – he knows how to treat the white wives proper.”

  I saw the hips of the big man rock, immediately eliciting a shudder from my wife’s writhing body. Her mouth was stuck open from her moan, and for a moment no further sound came out. I watched as Thomas ran his black hands across her back, sweeping underneath her to grasp her heavy, swinging tits. Julie gasped and moaned again, and I knew she was struggling to keep up with the big man’s cock.

  “Easy love” Thomas said, making the pretense of soothing her while kneading her big, white breasts. “Just relax and Raymond will get his big dick into you.”

  Her eyes were glassy, and I wondered if she even heard him at all. Raymond’s hips moved again, and I watched in fascination as the rest of his donkey dick disappeared into my wife’s hungry pussy. She made an unlady-like grunt as the rest of his big tool pushed inside of her, and I could see a little spittle drip from the corner of her open mouth. Thomas was still exploring her body with his hands, as his friend got down to the business of fucking her.

  My hand was moving on my cock as if it had a mind of its own. Never before had I witnessed such a spectacle, and I watched in fascination as my wife approached her orgasm. She was being used by two strangers – two black strangers on our island getaway. And judging by the noised she was making, I wasn’t sure which one of us was enjoying it more.

  “Raymond is going to make you cum. Raymond always makes the white women cum” Thomas said.

  I listened to the noises coming out of my wife’s mouth, and I knew he was right. She was practically hyperventilating as the big man impaled her on his tool, and he wasn’t showing signs of slowing down. She had two sets of black hands exploring her body, one on top and one behind her. And despite all of that, it was the enormous cock stretching her married pussy that was going to make her climax.

  “Oh Jesus!” she moaned, as if punctuating my very thought.

  Thomas was still kneading her breasts, pulling on her long, distended nipples. Any other day that would have been enough to push her over the edge, but this wasn’t any other day. I saw Raymond slip into another gear, and that was the impetus that pushed my wife over the edge.

  “Oh fuck Tom – I’m coming! I’m coming!”

  I watched her body go flush and then start shaking, telling the three of us all we needed to know about her orgasm being sincere. Her hips started to shake, pressing back against the big man as he fucked her. For the first time since he had entered the room he made a noise, a loud, low grunt. Even not knowing him, it was a sound I was all too familiar with, and I watched as he had his own orgasm inside of my pretty wife.

  “You cumming in the pretty lady
Raymond?” Thomas asked, even as his big friend continued groaning.

  My orgasm happened in tandem with the big mans, spilling my warm seed over the fist that was still pumping me. My eyes never left Julie, her body still shaking from the orgasm that consumed her.

  Chapter 8

  The room was dark, save for the familiar glow from the bedroom TV. I pulled back the covers, revealing the naked body of my sexy, sleeping wife. On the surface it seemed like the same dull routine that we had abandoned only weeks before – before we went on our island vacation and everything changed.

  Just thinking about what had happened, while I looked at her naked body, made my cock start to harden. I stood looking at her nude body longer than usual, remembering how it had looked sandwiched between two dark strangers. It had started as my fantasy, but it might have been hers all along, I wasn’t sure.

  I slipped into bed, trying not to wake her, as I pulled the covers back. My hand traveled to my cock out of pure habit. I had the vision of Julie’s naked body on the beach in the blue bikini and I relished the feel of my hand, and then felt the feel of a second.

  The covers rustled as her body shifted, and her hand grasped my cock firmly, pushing mine away. She moved towards me, opening her mouth, and I closed my eyes and opened my own mouth, anticipating the feel of her lips on mine. My lips remained untouched as I waited, and a moment later I felt her warm, let lips on cock.

  It was what I wanted, and what I had waited for so many nights. I felt her mouth on me, touching me, as her hands started pumping my hard, aching shaft. I put my head back and moaned, relishing the feel of my newly reacquainted hotwife. Julie giggled and lifted her head from me, and spoke briefly before starting to finish me off.

  “Just relax honey, all the pretty men love Julie.”

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