Blacked Wife in Miami

by Lars Aimes

  I paced back and forth in the living room, my eyes locked on the clock above the mantle. Sweat rolled down my face despite the air conditioner working at full blast.

  For the past two hours, I had tried everything to keep my mind off Devon’s impending arrival and the fun that would follow. I tried exercise, video games, reading – you name it – nothing worked. WIth no sign of Devon, my anticipation only grew more and more intense with every passing minute. Would he chicken out? The fear gripped me tighter with each passing moment. When was he even supposed to be finished work?

  I threw the latest quarterly medical journal across the room. “Goddamnit!” I shouted angrily at the wall. I stumbled down the hallway and planted my feet in front of the bedroom door.

  I banged on the door with my fist and waited angrily for a response. “Haley, I know you’re in there!” I shouted. “Open up! We need to talk.”

  I waited at the door, my hopes dwindling. Was I the butt of some sick joke? Gradually, I felt the onset of a gut–punch sensation that someone somewhere was laughing at me.

  The door swung open and I nearly leaped back in surprise. Standing in the doorway were both Devon and Haley. My wife wore black sexy lingerie that was sheer and see–through near where her cleavage began. Devon wore his waiter’s suit but his tie was loosened.

  I put my hands on my hips. “What the hell do you think you two are doing?” I shouted.

  Haley smirked a little.

  Devon appeared confused. “I thought you said he was alright with – .“

  I put a hand up to shush him. “You were supposed to let me see it all! I wanted to watch it happen! Why didn’t you tell me he was here?”

  Haley waved her finger in front of my face. I shut up immediately, hoping she would forgive my outburst and let me in to watch the fun.

  “He came in through the veranda,” she said. “Now pull down your pants.” Her voice held a note of command that I had never heard before.

  I laughed. “What? With him here? No way!”

  Haley repeated herself. “Pull. Your. Fucking. Pants. Down.”

  Words failed me. All I knew was that my cock was rock hard and I needed to get off right away. rolled my eyes and unzipped my pants, feeling more than a little embarrassed that Devon was standing right there in front of me.

  “There! Are you happy now?” I said. I felt my cheeks grow hot, knowing that they could both clearly see the outline of my erection through the thin cotton of my underwear.

  “Now take out your tiny cock,” said Haley. “No arguments. Do it or we’re done.”

  I looked into her eyes for a hint of mirth but there was none to be found. Realizing that she was deadly serious and that every passing second was endangering my chances of seeing my wife get fucked by a big black guy, I sighed heavily and pulled my underwear down. My stiff cock flopped out.

  Haley pointed at it and turned to Devon. “There,” she said. “Do you see that tiny thing? Now do you get it?”

  Devon whistled and shook his head. “I can barely see it,” he said. “Man, I don’t think I could even live with myself if I had a little dick like that.”

  “So you would agree that it’s small?” she asked Devon.

  He nodded. “Yeah, definitely.” He pulled her hand over to his crotch and pressed it to his body. “See what you need is some black cock inside of you, ma’am. A woman like you deserves to have that at least once in her life. I’m gonna show you.”

  Haley’s eyes went wide as she rubbed her hand up and down over Devon’s enormous bulge. I stood there with my tiny erection, feeling pathetic and ashamed.

  Haley kissed Devon on the lips and they turned to go inside the bedroom together. I stuck a foot in the door.

  “Can I come in too?” I said. I held my little prick between my finger and thumb. My voice was high pitched and full of pleading.

  Haley turned around and planted a hand on my chest. She pushed back gently and I took a stride backward out into the hallway.

  “You can come in when I say you can come in,” she said. “Have fun out in the hallway.”

  She slammed the door shut on my face. I slumped to the floor, my pathetic shrimp dick still in my hands. Part of me felt low from the sting of their words. But another part of me was only more turned on by it all. She was my wife so she deserved the best, didn’t she? Why shouldn’t that principle extend to the sex she had too?

  I crawled over to the door. With my ear against the wood, I could hear my wife and Devon speaking to each other but I couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying. They started laughing and I realized they were probably talking about me and my micro–dick. I hoped they would get to the action soon.

  After a few more laughs, I heard only silence then suddenly a deep masculine moan. The wet sound of air rushing out through a pair of lips could only mean one thing. Haley was aggressively sucking off Devon.

  I just had to see it. I had waited patiently all night for this. Goddamnit, I had a tiny dick but I had earned this, hadn’t I? I raised a hand to the knob, my fingers trembling. I gripped and turned the golden bulb slowly. With a little push, the door cracked open and the sounds my wife and her new lover were making came through loud and clear.

  “Oh, I love your big thick dick,” said Haley. “I could suck and fuck this all day long.”

  She let out a throaty moan and I knew Haley had her lips wrapped around Devon’s stiff cock. The thought of my wife pleasuring another man with her soft warm mouth nearly drove me crazy. I pushed the door open again a little, hoping that neither of them would hear it creak.

  “That’s it,” said Devon. “Take it all in.”

  I heard another gulp from my wife and finally a sharp inhalation as she pulled Devon’s hard dick from between her lips.

  “Hold my hair,” she said. “I’ll keep my head here. Just fuck my face, K?”

  The bed started to squeak. A mere couple of meters to my left, Devon was thrusting his hips up at Haley’s mouth. I stopped and listened carefully to the sounds of her near–gagging as his dick leaped again and again at the back of her throat. Risking it all, I shoved the door open just a little further and peeked around the doorframe to see the bed.

  What I glimpsed was nearly enough to make me cum right then and there.

  Devon’s large dark hands clasped a knot of Haley’s hair. She hovered over Devon with her face above his crotch. His big black dick slid in and out of her mouth as he brought his hips up towards her. Their bodies glistened with the sweat of their efforts.

  Devon let out a noise that sounded more like a growl than a moan. Haley made little pleading sounds that got louder each time Devon’s cock slid up into her mouth. Finally, after a little grunt, Devon stopped and he slammed his hand down hard on the bed like he was trying to break a fall.

  He released his iron grip on Haley’s hair and she brought her head up. Devon’s cock spasmed as the sperm shot out of his body. My wife’s face was covered in lines of white sticky semen that oozed down and dripped from her chin and nose. She smiled and closed her eyes. Haley’s tongue slid out from between her cherry–colored lips and tasted the streaks of cum that snaked down around her mouth.

  It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life.

  The room began to swirl around me as the dull–gray watery sperm spilled from my little dick. My cum splattered on the carpet, each lonely drip a little reminder of my sexual inadequacy. I lay on the ground, trying to catch my breath.

  Haley called out. “Get over here, Jack.” She said my name with all the enthusiasm of an inner–city high school teacher. I crawled to the bed and popped my head up. Devon’s huge muscular body took up nearly the entire mattress. The big man sneered at me in disgust and turned his head away.

  Haley pointed to the cum dripping from her face.

  “You’ve been a bad boy and you need to be punished for coming in here without permission,” she said. “Clean this up from my face and I’ll think about forgiving you.”

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sp; I cast my eyes down at the floor and nodded. “Where’s the towel?” I asked. “You want one, I’ll get it for you.”

  Haley shook her head. “No, that’s not what I mean. You’re going to clean up Devon’s cum with your tongue. And make sure you get all of it.”

  “Haley, there are just some things I won’t do,” I said. “I’m sorry. I love watching you with another guy but there’s just no way I’m gonna lick another man’s cum off your face. Forget it.”

  Haley dragged her finger across her cheek, collecting a dab of cum underneath her red polished fingernail. She slid it into her mouth and a slow blissful smile spread across her angelic jizz–covered face. “Mmmmmm…winner cum tastes so much better than loser cum,” she announced.

  I waited there beside the bed, ready for her to say something further. In truth, I was afraid that I had broken the spell she had cast in my home tonight. Would my refusal to play along make her see the insanity of what was happening? Would she suddenly call a halt to it all? I hoped not. On the other hand, she had to see the need for compromise if our new arrangement was going to work.

  “Fine, Jack,” she said. She shrugged as she swallowed another dollop of Devon’s semen. “Have it your way. You don’t want to help with cleanup? Don’t worry about it. I think it’s time for bed now anyway. Devon and I will sleep in here tonight. You sleep wherever the fuck you want but don’t let me catch you in here again or I’ll divorce you so fast, that shriveled little cock of yours will spin right off your body.”

  I left the bedroom and grabbed the linen from the hallway closet. I knew they would be fucking again tonight and I thought about sleeping just outside the door to hear it all. But having failed to resist the temptation to enter the room once already, I thought better of it. I slept on the living room couch instead.

  That night, I dreamt of my wife getting fucked by an entire football team of players that looked exactly like Devon. Every hole in her body was jammed full of big black dick, sometimes two or even three cocks at once.

  The tiny white woman I had married was immersed in a sea of black flesh that rippled with hard muscle. With each new dick that entered her asshole and cunt and mouth, she groaned louder and louder with ecstasy.

  They came all at once, an ocean of sloppy white semen splashing over her body. I stood helplessly on the shore as she receded on the waves of cum. I called out to her but she simply swam away out of sight until I was alone.

  When I woke up, the blankets were wet and sticky.

  Chapter 5

  I blinked awake at the morning light that filtered through the blinds onto my face.

  I did my best to quietly get ready for work. The bedroom door was shut and I dared not even knock. With little choice left, I simply put on the clothes I had worn to the restaurant yesterday and drove to the hospital.

  As I ran the electric shaver over my face at a red light, I looked through my bleary eyes in the mirror and wondered how my life had spun into this direction. From an outsider’s perspective, I had it all – a great career, beautiful wife, a nice house in the right neighborhood.

  But what I didn’t have was a dick that could satisfy a woman. And for me, that’s all that seemed to matter at the moment. No amount of professional respect or money or new cars would fix that for me. So what was the point of being obsessed with it all?

  The tires squealed as I pulled up at the hospital and walked in through the ER entrance. From that point, I was on automatic all day. I could only think about getting back home to watch my wife fuck Devon again. The sight of my wife’s face splattered in his sticky white semen was burned into my brain.

  When I got called up to Bob Haskill’s office, he shook my hand and handed me the new contract.

  “Congratulations, you’ve earned one hell of a promotion,” he said. “Now you’ll have more money than you could ever need, trust me. Your wife will be one happy woman, I’m sure.”

  I smiled as I signed the contract but despite it being everything I thought I had ever wanted, it left me feeling hollow and confused. Trying to imagine a life full of material wealth and the respect of colleagues just wouldn’t mean the same without Haley by my side. Somehow, the world had changed overnight and I loved and adored Haley more than anything.

  It was time to give back to her for what she had done for me.

  I stepped into my new corner office on the top floor of the hospital. It was completely barren. The furniture was due to arrive next week. Sitting on the bare floor, I dialed Haley’s number and prayed for her to answer. I just had to tell her.

  When she picked up the phone, I heard a long pause and then a grunt.

  “I love you,” I said.

  I heard her moan and a man’s voice said something. She laughed a little.

  “What?” she said. “You gotta speak up. I’m getting my pussy licked.”

  “I said ‘I love you, Haley’,” I repeated. “I’ll do anything you want from now on. You want me to lick cum off your face? I’ll do that. I think I really like what’s happening in our marriage. Maybe we needed it, you know?”

  There was another long pause and then I heard my wife’s voice again. “Okay, sure. Whatever,” she said. “Mmmmmm…yeah – lick my cunt. Right there. Yeah!”

  My phone screen flashed. “Call Ended”.

  I was never happier. I rushed over to Bob’s office.

  “Bob, I have to run home right now,” I said. “That okay?”

  He looked at me as if I had just told him I was planning to drink a gallon of boat gas.

  “…Yeah, that’s fine, I guess,” he told me. “Didn’t you want to meet the board for the official announcement? They’re waiting for you in the boardroom.”

  I shook my head. “Nah, that’s okay,” I said. “Tell them I said thanks.”

  I ran out of the hospital without looking back. I couldn’t drive fast enough down I–95 to get back home.

  When I arrived, a police car sat in the driveway.

  Oh shit.

  Chapter 6

  I ran into my home, expecting the worst. Had Haley gone and done something so outrageous that it would get her arrested? Just who the hell was she inviting over to our house, anyway? I swore to myself that if Devon harmed a hair on my wife’s head, I would…I would…well, I didn’t really know what I would do. But there would be lots of lawyers involved anyways.

  When I stepped into the house, my confusion reached its peak. Instead of a police officer ready to give me assurance of some tragic yet unforeseen criminal event, I heard only the sweet sound of soul music blaring from down the hallway.

  The two pairs of men’s dark shoes should have been the second clue to what I would find, but for some reason, my brain didn’t process it in time.

  I ran down the hallway and into the living room. There on the couch, my wife was getting railed hard by two of the biggest black guys I had ever seen.

  “Oh fuck!” she screamed. She sat on Devon, whose long cock pumping in and out of her. To her right, a large black man in a cop’s uniform kneeled on the cushions. The tip of his horse–sized cock poked her in the cheek as Haley rode up and down.

  Haley looked at me but her expression showed neither surprise nor acknowledgment.

  I pointed to the large man in the police uniform. “Who the fuck is this guy?” I shouted over the music. “Is that a real cop?”

  Haley groaned as she slid down on Devon’s massive dick. She teared up as his massive girth filled her up and stretched the walls of her wet pussy.

  She stopped as she reached the hilt of his shaft and paused, catching her breath.

  “This guy,” she said as she stroked and kissed the cop’s dick, “is Devon’s brother–in–law. Officer Chase meet my husband, Jack.” She gestured towards me and then let out a little squeal as Devon lifted her up by the waist. She slid up the length of his cock.

  “Is this the dude with the limp dick?” said Chase.

  “Small dick,” I said with all the indignation I can muster. “I
have a tiny dick. I’m not impotent, you know.”

  Devon rocked his body a little and Haley continued to ride his dick up and down. Her eyes were closed and Chase reached down to fondle her little breasts. Watching his big dark hand clutching her milk–white skin was breathtaking. My dick was hard as diamonds.

  “You’re just in time to see Officer Chase fuck my pussy while Devon cums in my ass,” said Haley. “You know what to do afterward, right?”

  I nodded, grateful and excited at the little performance being put on just for me. I knelt down on the living room rug to see it all unfold.

  As if on cue, Haley stood up. Her wet pussy was gaping open and she fingered herself while Chase laid down on the sofa. She closed her eyes and licked the three fingers she had just stuck inside of her cunt. Then she straddled Chase and lifted his cock to her pussy and slid it inside of her. She bit her lip and smiled as his dick entered her. In little starts and stops, she descended the length of his cock, which was even longer and thicker than Devon’s considerable dick.

  Devon knelt behind her. I bit my knuckles as he stroked his dick and gently pushed it into her asshole.

  “Oh fuck!” screamed Haley. “It’s just so fucking…huge! Go slow!”

  She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes. I bit down hard on my own hand, wishing that I could have shared the pain with her somehow. It was hard to watch but my eyes were riveted to the scene before me.

  Chase waited while Devon’s cock pushed deeper into my wife’s ass. Finally, when it was all in, she let out a sharp breath as he began to pull slowly out of her.

  “That…is…the…best…I…have…ever…felt,” she said. The tears ran down her face and she grinned. Devon paused while Chase fucked her for a little bit. When she was finally ready for it, she turned again to Devon and pointed to her ass.

  The big black man obliged her by shoving his cock into her ass once more. This time, her grunts were replaced by moans. After a few more times, this repeated and soon enough both men were fucking my wife in her pussy and asshole.