Friend Bangs My Wife in Front of Me

by Ryan Robert Anderson

  I called the hospital and told them that we were coming in but when I went

  back into the bedroom the baby's head was showing. I knew we couldn't make

  it to the hospital when I saw Todd's head start to move out, so I called

  the hospital again and ask them to tell me what to do.

  They did a good job of telling me over the phone and Todd was born.

  He had white slimy substance all over his face and Kyle's cum on the top of

  his head.

  We all kind of laughed at that and then I cut the cord and tied it off, as

  instructed on the phone by the hospital.

  The ambulance came and took Annette and the baby to be checked out and of

  course I went with them. Annette and Todd spent the night and were

  released to come home the next day.

  When we arrived back at the apartment things changed, they kind of

  disappeared from the scene.

  Todd was a beautiful baby boy and we raised him into a fine young boy.

  We never stopped going to the nude beach and Annette taking our little boy Todd

  with us, or more likely Kyle's because he developed with a big cock. It

  looked a lot like a miniature of Kyle's big long cock.

  Guys strolling along the beach would go nuts watching the little guy suck

  Annette breasts at his feeding times.

  I also liked watching him feed. I can't express how beautiful the feeding

  times were at the beach and at home.

  The end...

  25) Jean-Paul

  When my wife, Heather and I were out on the town we passed a casino that

  had a male strippers show on that night.

  Heather had never seen a male strip show before so she wanted to go in for

  a look.

  Inside I waited at the bar having a few drinks while she moved around and

  checked the place out and watching the dancers.

  I was on my 3 rd. drink when Heather came over to the bar, a huge smile on

  her face and looking great in her small black dress. Dressed for a night on

  the town, she was wearing a simple black dress, with spaghetti straps that

  left her shoulders mostly bare. It was tight fitting and floor length with

  a slit up the side that went up quite a way. It wasn't too revealing but

  very sexy, showing off her figure nicely. The outfit was completed by a

  pair of black 3-inch stiletto high heels.

  She told me how great the show was and that she was the center of attention

  for the strippers from the moment she walked in. Of course the fact that

  I'd given her a big hand full of ones to put in their G-strings might have

  had something to do with that. While she was telling me about the show a

  tall chocolate colored black man walked out from the cabaret area and

  walked straight over to us.

  He was obviously one of the performers. After a drink with us I could tell

  that he was flirting a lot with Heather and that she was enjoying the

  attention. He was touching her arms, laughing and standing so close to

  Heather that he was basically rubbing up against her,

  Surprisingly, I didn't mind at all and I could tell that Heather was

  enjoying it. I decided to leave them alone for a little while so I said,

  "I'm going to play the slot machines for a little while."

  When I got there I positioned myself so I could watch what they were doing

  and to my surprise they got even closer as soon as I was gone. His hand was

  on the small of her back and he was slowly rubbing round and round. In no

  time he'd moved it down and was caressing her ass before moving down to her

  thigh before she sassily removed it and laughed.

  I went back over to the bar and suggested to Heather, "Why don't we go

  home?" and before she could answer I asked our new friend, "Would you like

  to come back to our house for drinks as well?"

  He couldn't have said, "Yes," any quicker.

  Back home I mixed us all a drink and then when Heather went into the

  bedroom to get changed our new friend, Jean-Paul started to apologize for

  his flirtatious ways and said, "I'll head out if you want me too."

  I told him, "Don't be silly. That's why I invited you here. I'm enjoying

  watching another man showing interest in my wife. I'll even see if I can't

  step things up a little."

  Excusing myself, I went up the hall and into our bedroom to help Heather.

  She was standing there staring into her closet at a loss as to what to wear

  so I suggested that she wear the sexy night gown that I'd gotten her for

  her birthday. I knew it was a little bit too see-through but I didn't care.

  I even convinced her not to wear a bra or panties.

  When we went back out to the living room, Jean-Paul's eyes almost popped

  out of his head.

  Pleased at his response, I poured more drinks and put on some Barry White

  to set the mood. Barry worked his magic because the mood changed quickly

  with Jean-Paul being unable to hide his excitement or the massive cock

  growing in his pants.

  Heather noticed the bulge as well and asked Jean-Paul, "Is it true about

  the size of black guy's cocks and how about you prove it?"

  .

  With a knowing smile, Jean-Paul stood up, unsnapped and unzipped his tight

  pants. Pulling his pants off his hips and down his legs he released his

  cock.

  I think both Heather and myself both gasped as aloud as was saw it. It was

  least 9 or 10-inches long and as thick as beer can. Well maybe not that

  thick but the thickest I'd ever seen.

  Heather gave me a questioning look so I said, "Go for it."

  Heather pushed his thighs further apart as she immediately dropped to her

  knees. He was already hard as she took his cock in her left hand and

  started to eagerly lick it. Her tongue flicked afros the velvety head.

  Suddenly, on one of her upward licks, Heather took his cock into her mouth.

  Seeing her pink lips stretched into a ring around his thick cock nearly

  made me cum right then and there, but he held out as I watched her start

  her skillful sucking. Her beautiful mouth bobbed up and down as her tongue

  crept around the head of his cock, pleasing Jean-Paul in ways he had never

  dreamed possible.

  Jean-Paul couldn't believe it. Heather was even better than he had imagined

  in his fantasies. She took him all the way into her mouth and she still

  managed to stick out her tongue to lick his balls.

  I reached under her and put a couple of fingers in her pussy. She was

  dripping wet and covered my hand in her juices.

  One more bob and it was Jean-Paul's breaking point. With a roar he stood up

  and picked Heather up in his arms and if she weighted nothing. Then with me

  trailing along behind so I wouldn't miss anything, he carried her down the

  hall to our bedroom and over to the bed.

  He laid her down on her back and knelt between her outstretched

  legs. Holding her ankles, Jean-Paul lifted her legs up and forced her legs

  back until her knees were almost beside her head. That curled heather's

  spine up so that her crotch was pointing at the ceiling. He was so

  fascinated by the sight of her bald white pussy that he moved even closer

  to get a good look.

  Awed, Jean-Paul slid his hands down her thighs and with his thumbs pulled

  her lips apart, massaging and kneading
the tender flesh and sending shock

  waves through her body with every motion. She trembled a little at the

  sensation.

  Lowering his face, he ran his tongue in between them and hunted down her

  clit.

  Even from where I stood I could smell her arousal, her scent filling my

  nostrils and making my blood pump even faster.

  Jean-Paul stroked her clit with his tongue, making her writhe around

  underneath him. She moaned, `Uuuuuuugh," and spread my legs wider as he

  licked ever deeper onto her pussy, teasing it gently for a moment before

  moving back to her clit.

  "Oh god," she moaned as she reached down to stroke his curly hair and

  roughly knead the muscles of his neck as he blows so softly on my clit. A

  sensation that brought her ever closer to an orgasm. I watch him take me

  into his mouth and suck on it, the sensation causing her to moan,

  "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh."

  As he pulled back and released her clit, Jean-Paul started use his tongue

  in a way only to drive heather crazy, sometimes quickly, other times

  slower, moving it vertically or making slow, lazy circles around her clit

  while working a finger inside of her. He moved it in and out in the same

  rhythm of his tongue moving against her clit. Heather moaned, "Ooooh god

  yesss," as her head arched back, her eyes closed and her body shaking and

  trembling in the ecstasy of an earth shattering orgasm.

  Heather lay writhing on the bed, moaning, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yes, god yes," as

  Jean-Paul continued to work on her. Kissing, licking, and stroking as he

  moved up, sucking on her erect nipples before making it to her mouth.

  They kissed, his lips silenced her moans as his tongue pushed into her

  mouth, their lips and tongues danced to each other's passions. Heather's

  hands moved to his shoulders and pulled him deeper into their kiss. Their

  lips clung together as their tongues continued to danced, sending shivers

  deep to her core.

  Their breathing was heavy when Jean-Paul sat up.

  Reaching between them and holding his cock I slowly rubbed it around

  Heathers pussy.

  Lying back, her blonde hair fanned out around her lovely face, Heather

  giggling like a little nymph, like the little slut in heat that she'd

  become and lifted her legs up and out as I guided Jean-Paul's cock slowly

  into her.

  Heathers eyes round back and her mouth opened wide as inch by black inch he

  slowly stretched her pussy more than it had ever been stretched before. But

  surprisingly Heather fit all of Jean-Paul's 10-inch cock into her tiny

  pussy.

  Heather looked up at me and said, "He's going to destroy my tight little

  pussy with his big black cock," and then she looked at Jean-Paul and said,

  "Fuck me as hard and as long as you can. I want you to destroy this little

  white pussy with your huge thick black cock."

  Jean-Paul immediately upped the ante, driving his cock into heather's sweet

  pussy. It was as if they were doing battled. Deep down she wanted to lose

  but she fought him anyway.

  Her nipples scrapped his chest and as her moans echoed off the bedroom

  walls. His big black cock plunged in and out of her pussy as he brought her

  closer to the volcanic explosion that was threatening to consume her.

  "White Bitch," he growled. "Fucking whore," he muttered as his mouth came

  down and bit her shoulder. Heather screamed and reached the first orgasm.

  Her whole body shuddering as she exploded all over his cock and showered

  his dick with her hot fluids. But Jean-Paul didn't stop, he just fucked her

  harder and faster.

  Heather was cumming over and over again and covering his cock in her cum.

  As Jean-Paul picked up the pace even more he shook the walls when he

  screamed, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Ooooohhhhh God I'm cumming."

  "I want it inside me," she wailed wildly, her muscles clenched around his

  shaft as she pushed deeper onto his massive cock. As his balls slammed

  against her ass his hand moved to her clit and pulled the strip of slippery

  flesh. Heather shook with lust. "Ohh fuck," wailed as cascading falls of

  melted honey flowed down the velvet sides of her pussy. Every joint in her

  body stiffened. She couldn't breathe, think or speak.

  For a moment heather couldn't see...she just was. She just existed in the

  black abyss that was void of all feeling and color. Then a few more pumps

  and it was if someone flicked a switch, a blinding shot slammed into her

  and her eyes shot open. "Oh my god," heather screamed as they cummed

  together, his cum filled her pussy. .

  "Oh fuck," Jean-Paul growled as the rapid waves of cum slithered out of his

  cock, filling her pussy to over flow, enveloping his balls and slid over

  her creamy white thighs.

  As Jean-Paul sat back I could see Heather`s pussy, stretch wide, red and

  swollen with thick com dripping out the bottom of her slit.

  Heather thought it was finished but Jean-Paul wasn't. He flipped Heather

  over on the bed and then after putting a pillow under her hips, climbed

  back on top of her.

  As she lay flat on her belly but with her naked butt in the air, Jean-Paul

  grabbed her hips, he notched his big cock between those cum slick pussy

  lips and inserted the whole thing in one long stroke. Heather groaned,

  "Ugh, ugh, ugh," with pleasure as she felt the last inch push home.

  This black bastard was never going to stop.

  I increased his pace even more, he started slamming his cock to the depths

  of heather cum soaked pussy as hard as he could. Picking up the pace, he

  fucked Heather harder and faster.

  By now Heather's body had gone limp and she was just lying there taking it.

  "God, I'm cumming," she wailed weakly as she started to cum over and over

  again as the pace picked up even more.

  There was already cum everywhere when Jean-Paul blasted another thick load

  of cum deep inside her.

  As Heather got off the bed there was so much cum dripping out of her pussy

  that it was running down her leg.

  So thoroughly fuck, Heather could barely walk but made her way to the

  living room, to the couch and collapsed onto it completely exhausted.

  After another drink we said our goodbyes to Jean-Paul and then it was my

  turn. I honestly didn't touch the sides of Heather's stretched pussy but it

  didn't matter, I finished in seconds and then we both fell asleep.

  We've invited Jean-Paul over several times since.

  The end...

  26) New Couple in Kate's Life

  "I have a lovely couple to introduce to you" Maggie told Kate, one of her

  best friends. Kate thought she was joking; after a long dry spell, she told

  Maggie and some other friends she was looking to meet someone, someone to

  love, someone to be with. Why was Maggie introducing her to couple? At

  first, she thought Maggie was talking about a man and a woman; after all,

  Maggie knew Kate was bisexual, and in fact they had sex several times

  before. Kate wouldn't mind night of passion with another couple; for

  probably not for a serious relationship. Kate could go down on a woman, but

  couldn't imagine herself in a relationship with a woman. " Tony and Jason

  a
re very nice; you would like them" Maggie said, and that's when Kate

  became intrigued. Two men? Did Maggie mean her to fuck them both, or date

  them both?

  At Maggie's party Kate dressed to impress, a small black dress, revealing

  her long tanned legs, complimenting her small perky breasts. Her soft brown

  hair was turned high, held in place by a long silver needle. Kate secretly

  called it her "fucking dress", since it was extremely easy to take off, and

  she usually wore nothing underneath it. The party was mostly boring, the

  same old people, and Kate found herself lacking patience for them. She was

  about to leave, it was almost eleven, when they finally arrive. She was

  instantly glad she stayed: Tony looked like a fallen angel; his hair was

  jet black, slightly long and thick, straight as an arrow. His eyes sparkled

  blue, set against his tan. And his lips were the red of a rose, lips hardly

  suited to a man several inches over six feet, with shoulders to match.

  Jason had light brown hair, turning gray at the temples, a little early

  since he could not yet be even thirty-five. It lent him a distinguished

  air. His dark brown eyes reminded her of a fawn, guileless and warm. Framed

  by thick, curly lashes, they rested on her with unwavering intensity. For a

  split second she had a sharp image of those warm eyes, gazing at her hotly

  while he sheathed himself in her. She breathed heavily.