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

by Sylvia Redmond

  I knew that she was wet – I had just had a finger inside of her not ten minutes before. But I had doubts that she could fit Jake’s cock inside of her. My doubts started to abate as she rocked her hips and a couple more inches of his thick cock traveled up inside of her. I watched her brace herself against her black lover’s torso, giving herself a second to pause, before exhaling and letting another inch or two inside.

  “Yeah girl” Jake groaned, as Tanya’s tight pussy opened up around his thick organ. “That’s it baby, stretch that pussy open for Jake.”

  Tanya moaned at his crude words as she worked herself down his thick tool. The contrast of his dark ebony cock against her lily white skin thrilled me, and I watched as her breathing got faster as she continued to work his big tool. I thought about the times she had made comments about us – sleeping with boys in college. I knew the others were thinking about it too, as we watched her fucking this big, black stud.

  “Almost there baby” Jake said, and I realized that she had herself almost completely impaled on his rigid, veiny tool.

  “It’s so big” she whined. “It’s so big.”

  “Almost there” Jake said again. “How’s my big cock feel?”

  “So good” Tanya said, answering her black lover in something closer to a pant. “It’s so good – it’s so fucking big.”

  The fact that I never heard Tanya drop the F bomb made an impression on me as I watched her fuck Jake. My eyes were riveted on her pussy – the same pussy I had been trimming only minutes before. I watched the lips of her sex stretching, and watched the exact moment that she finally met the base of his big cock with her sex. Her body shuddered in a nonverbal signal that she had finally bottomed out on him, and I listened to her moan as she started to move back up.

  “Oh yeah baby” Jake moaned, and I watched as Tanya’s pussy slowly revealed his big, gleaming wet cock to my room full of friends.

  Tanya’s body was shaking and her breathing was faster as she stopped and started to work her way back down. The room suddenly felt like it was ten degrees warmer and I was suddenly aware of the aroma of sex. I watched Tanya’s tits bouncing as she worked her way back down and I couldn’t stop myself as I stepped in closer to their two tangled bodies.

  She moving back down his cock, faster than the first time but still slow enough to let her body adjust. She was fixed to his cock physically and mentally, and was barely even cognizant of my presence as I reached out to stroke her shaking, sweaty breasts.

  “Oooh” was all the sound to come out of her mouth.

  It wasn’t a protest, and I didn’t treat it as one. Her breasts were perfect and were hanging there unattended as her pussy did all the work. I grabbed both of them forcefully and massaged them, enjoying the heat from her body.

  “Mmmf” Tanya said, and I looked down to realize she had met the base of his cock for the second time.

  The sight of her pussy stretched around the base of Jake’s cock was too erotic and too close for me to ignore. I took one of my hands off of her tits and moved it down to her pussy, thumbing her at the exposed hood of her clitoris. I looked into her eyes, even as her mouth opened in a moan, and couldn’t stop myself from closing my mouth over hers.

  “Shit!” I heard someone in the room say.

  I wasn’t sure who it was, but I knew by the words it was said out of lust more than out of surprise.

  Tanya didn’t fight me although she had little choice. I felt her mouth yielding to mine as I probed her with my tongue. I stopped only when she spoke, but when I relented I realized it was a moan. And then I looked down to realize that Erica’s hand had joined my own between Tanya’s splayed legs.

  “Oh fuck!” Tanya said, and I watched as her body started shaking.

  I had seen enough of my own orgasms to appreciate the approach of one on one of my friends. I watched her body shake, and both Erica and I relented as Tanya steadied herself on Jake’s cock. I watched her start to bounce up and down on him again, bobbing on him as her orgasm hit home.

  Chapter 6

  Tanya’s body betrayed her orgasm in ways that no woman on Earth could have faked. Her moans alone were authentic, but it was her body that gave her away. I watched as the flush came over her body and her climax hit, and by the look on his face I knew that her pussy was gripping Jake’s cock in a way she hadn’t done before. He moaned and encouraged her, but when her body went slack I knew that he still wasn’t finished.

  Tanya’s body slumped forward on his black body. Her small, white body was spent and motionless against his frame that was still hard with his excitement. He remained still for a moment, giving her at least a second to collect herself. Although a second was all that he gave her, and I knew she needed far more than that for what he was about to do.

  Jake put one of his muscled arms around her midsection and flipped her onto her back with the fluid motion of an Olympic gymnast. I watched him as he raised himself over her motionless body, spreading her limp legs to give himself access. His cock had come free from her pussy, and was dangling over her, hard and wet. I watched him put it back against her and push, and her tired eyes opened again, groggy and wide.

  “Oh God” she said again as his black hips started to move.

  He started fucking her in earnest, his only goal at this point to get himself off. Tanya was nothing but a fuck toy, and I watched her legs flail as Jake got down to the business of nailing her. Her moans got louder, louder perhaps than they had been during her orgasm only minutes before. His hips started moving in a blur, and the only thing keeping me from continuing to watch was the gentle touch of a hand on the edge of my hip.

  I turned to look at Erica, who had moved closer to me without my even realizing it. Her eyes were still on Jake and the fucking he was giving Tanya – all eyes in the room were on the bed and the stiff fucking he was giving her. I felt the heat of her body as she moved behind me, and her arms encircled me just enough so that her hands rested above my panties.

  “Oh Fuck” Jake said in a voice that was deep and clearly signaled what was getting ready to happen.

  Tanya’s body was still writhing underneath his strong, black hips, but it was Jake’s muscles that were starting to tense. I was jealous of Tanya again – I wondered what it would feel like once that big cock came inside of her. But my jealousy started to fade as Erica’s nimble fingers started to stroke me, and I watched as Jake came inside the pretty little wife-to-be.

  Chapter 7

  “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”

  I stood only feet from Tanya at the front of the church. I should have been listening to the preacher speak. I should have been looking at the bride and the groom. I was at least smiling, the same smile that I had pasted on my face since entering the church. But my thoughts were a million miles away.

  I looked out at the congregation at all the faces, at all the guests from the bride and the groom. It was a sea of privileged guests – white faces looking back at use, smiling at the good fortune of the bride and the groom. It was a scene I had dreaded since Tanya asked me to be her maid of honor six months ago, but it was made a lot more palatable after the night of lust we had shared together.

  I looked in the sixth row of the church where Erica, Karen and Jill were seated. I would have preferred to have them standing with me, but Tanya’s husband had sisters, so the bridesmaid honors had been spoken for. But if they were at the front of the church they would be standing behind me, and at least this way I could look directly in their faces as the bride took her vows. And as I looked Erica gave me a wink, and I felt myself blush.

  The tempo of the ceremony changed and I knew the line that was coming next. It was a line I heard from every preacher in every wedding I had ever attended.

  “If anyone knows of any reason why these two should not marry, speak now or…”

  Making Him Watch

  Sylvia Redmond

  Introduction

  Steve

  She was wearing that top I l
oved. It was skin tight and cut low to show off her spectacular cleavage. I had my arms around her and I started pulling the shirt out of her pants from behind. She caught me and stepped back from the bed. Her pants were already unbuttoned - I had started on them the moment we came into the room. She hooked her thumbs into the belt loops on either side and slid the pants over her hips to the floor.

  I was already as hard as a man could be, but watching her do this felt like it was making me harder. She knew it too. She turned away from me and walked over to the dresser. She made a show of wiggling her ass as she took her earrings out and put them on the oak top of the dresser. I knew that wasn’t why she walked away from me though. She was wearing that thong, which was my other favorite piece of clothing of hers. She had done that walk to show me her ass.

  I considered myself a lucky man. I had been married for 12 years, which was longer than most of my friends. I knew guys that were divorced inside of five years, and I had made it to twelve. I had every reason to believe that I could go to twenty or thirty years with my wife. She was fantastic looking, and I wasn’t stupid.

  But it wasn’t my wife I was in the hotel with.

  If you saw them from a distance or in a dark room it would be easy to confuse the two. Susan was blonde and my wife was a brunette. That was probably the biggest difference – that and the fact that one had a wedding ring on her finger and one didn’t. Otherwise, the two of them were remarkably similar. Each one was beautiful and had a great body. Each one of them ticked all the necessary boxes.

  I know there are guys that would say I’m stupid for doing what I was doing. My wife Julie is smoking hot and there should be no reason that I should be fucking around on her. But guys that are married for over ten years would understand. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with my wife – she was gorgeous.

  It was just that Susan was different.

  When you’ve been with the same woman for a while things get stale. A guy needs something new to light the fire a little bit. Susan’s hair color was different, her smell was different and her moan was different. It was all that stuff that made what I was doing worthwhile. And I wasn’t stupid, I wasn’t going to get caught.

  Guys that get caught are fools.

  She came back over to the bed after getting the earrings off and I had my hands on her immediately. I had enough of the slow tease she was giving me, I needed to fuck her. I pulled off the thong and threw her on the bed. She was laughing as I got her top all the way off of her. Her body was beautiful.

  And her body was different.

  The hair on her pussy was blonde and fine. Her nipples were larger than my wife’s and were pointing straight up, giving me the go sign. I knew she was aroused and that even smelled different than Julie. I pounced on her and spread her legs. When I entered her she cried out in that way that she does. Julie didn’t do that either. I would confirm that for sure when I get home later tonight and fucked her. I loved my wife after all.

  And I wasn’t going to get caught.

  Chapter 1

  Julie

  He thinks I don’t know. He must think I’m stupid. We’ve been married for twelve years, he should know better by now. I’m not stupid – far from it. And I do know he’s cheating on me. I’ve suspected it for months, and I’ve known for sure for weeks. He thinks I’m the stupid one.

  But when you leave your cell phone laying around and you’ve been texting your mistress, you are the one who’s stupid.

  I found the text message weeks ago and it confirmed what I already knew in my heart. My first instinct was to walk out the door and leave him forever. But as I started going through his texts it was clear he did not intend to leave me. He even told the other woman that. He was just looking for a good time. He was just looking for a thrill.

  And now I was going to give him one.

  The ironic thing is before I suspected he was cheating I was getting bored with our sex life too. I was going to the gym every day and seeing the guys working out and even my mind was starting to wonder. I wasn’t going to do anything about it of course. A woman just thinks things after being married that long. When other guys at the gym are checking you out, it puts ideas in your head.

  The only reason I haven’t confronted him sooner about the affair is because I’ve got ideas of my own now. I wasn’t going to just rush out and fuck someone – a lesser woman might have done that, but not me. My plans were a little more elaborate, and required a little more planning than that. When I confronted him I was going to lay down the law in a way he had never seen before. I was going to force him to either submit to me or walk away on his own.

  I had no problem staying in the marriage if he was willing to go along with what I was getting ready to ask of him. I knew he was probably out fucking that other girl right now, and that was alright. It would take me a few more days to finalize the details of what I was planning, and after that he would never see her again, unless he chose her over me.

  But I knew he wouldn’t.

  I’m pretty sure now that I knew Steve better than he knew me. I’m fairly certain that I knew Steve better than he knew himself. He thought I was stupid and would never find out and he was wrong. He thought he was clever and would be able to hide it from me and he was wrong. And I knew he thinks he is the one who is in charge of our relationship.

  And I was about to show him he was wrong about that too.

  Chapter 2

  Steve

  “Let’s do something special tonight” she said.

  It was a Saturday night, and had started off like a million Saturday nights before throughout our marriage. We had gone out to dinner and had come home to settle in front of the TV. I had poured myself a glass of scotch and was content to surf the internet and flip through the channels. But now my wife was standing in front of me wearing an open night shirt and a leopard skin pair of panties.

  And she looked hot as shit.

  If the script had followed every other Saturday night before, she would have gone upstairs before me to watch TV. Maybe she would fall asleep before I went to bed, maybe she would still be awake. Either way I would end up fucking her before I turned in. That was our routine, as predictable as me getting up to be at work Monday morning at 9:00am.

  But Julie was clearly interested in changing up the routine.

  She looked great. I could see just the edges of her big tits peeking out from her open shirt. Even after twelve years of marriage her tits still turned me on. This was the girl that I fell in love with. This was the girl that I loved fucking from the first time we were together until today – and I would tonight.

  “What did you have in mind baby?” I asked her.

  “Why don’t you come upstairs and I’ll show you” she said back to me.

  She was toying with the open shirt and had her other hand half way down the leopard skin panties. It was times like this that I felt a brief pang of guilt for fucking around on her. But in my defense, times like this were few and far between. Our sex life was nothing if not boring and predictable these days – except for now. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind but looking at her touching herself I knew I wanted to be a part of it.

  “Lead the way” I told her.

  She took my hand and led me upstairs. She pulled me with such insistence that I barely had time to grab my glass of scotch from the table. She moved slowly up the stairs, making a show of sashaying her ass as she moved. I watched it moving back and forth under the leopard skin print and was trying to decide how I was going to fuck her.

  Would I pull the panties off and have her climb on top of me?

  Maybe I would rip them off of her and do her doggie style – I loved doing her doggie style

  I could do something different. I could leave them on and just pull them aside as I fucked her.

  She brought me into the bedroom and turned around to face me. She took the scotch from my hand and placed it one the dresser. I remembered thinking that she must be horny. Ordinary she would have
yelled at me for not using a coaster and she had put that glass right on top of the dresser without blinking an eye.

  Her hands were at my zipper and the foolishness of the coaster was flushed from my mind. She had my pants unbuckled and already had them pulled to my knees. I was ready to move to the bed but she had her hands in my underwear and a moment later she had my cock in her mouth.

  Julie was not a huge fan of oral sex so I knew that this was going to be a special evening. I could count on one hand the amount of times she had blown me in the last year. It was one of the things that distinguished Susan from my wife. Susan would blow me on request – that was one of the benefits of having a mistress. But even as I was thinking about Susan, my wife was working my cock in a way that only a woman intimately familiar with her man could. The thought had no sooner crossed my mind when I groaned.

  “That feel good baby?” she said, taking her beautiful mouth off of me long enough to ask me the question.

  “That feels great” I told her. “What’s gotten into you baby?”

  “I’m just feeling extra sexy tonight honey” she said. “I’ve realized that I need to spice things up a bit.”

  As soon as the words were out of her mouth she pushed me and I landed ass first on the heavy armchair in our bedroom. She smiled and walked over to her bedside nightstand, pulling open the top drawer.

  “What are you doing?” I asked her.

  She ignored the question as she rooted around in the drawer. She turned and walked back to me and I could see that she had a pair of satin covered handcuffs in each hand.

  Kinky

  It was a side of Julie I was not used to seeing, and I was thrilled to be seeing it now. I watched in muted fascination as she took each of my hands behind me and shackled me to the heavy rungs of the chair. She shackled my second arm and then tested both, satisfied that I couldn’t move. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen my wife do. She knelt in front of me and I was mentally begging her to take my throbbing cock in her mouth again.