The image of my lovely wife Karen fucking Theo, his long black cock thrusting in and out of here, kept me hard most of the day. Needless to say, I got no work done at the office. I wrapped up early and got home at 4 PM, expecting Karen to arrive about 5:30. I went into the bedroom and looked into her closet, feeling her black bra and panties and imagining how they would look on her with Theo astride her. Went to living room, poured myself a drink and waited.
While waiting, I leaned back into the couch and wondered how she would react when I told her about Theo. I subconsciously moved my hand down over my lap and stroked my cock as I thought of her having sex with a black man.
“Oh, what have we here?” I was startled; Karen had come home and was in the house without me knowing. I looked at her sheepishly with my hand gripped tightly around my cock. Without a word she came to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her lips opened and her tongue slowly invaded my mouth as she pulled us closer together. Her kiss was magnificent.
We moved to the bedroom. I was so hard at the thought of her being fucked like a street corner whore by a black man that my cock swelled larger than it had ever been before.
"I'm so fucking horny, it’s been so long" she began with a voice of lust and urgency. She loosened her skirt and told me to strip off with her. Once naked, my hard cock poked straight out in her direction. She simply smiled at what she saw and stepped toward me. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist; my cock found the wet opening between her legs and I slid right in. We fucked standing up for several minutes, during which Karen moaned her delight and I pretended to be her black stud fuck partner.
"Oh darling, this is so wonderful. You feel so good inside me. Omigod, I'm going to cum. Keep fucking me. Oh yeah, right there honey, don't stop," she yelled.
I continued thrusting into her, imagining it was Theo as she slid up and down my cock with ease. Her breathing grew shallow with each passing moment. She put her hands on my shoulders for leverage and as she came her fingers clenched firmly onto my skin. Just as she came, her walls closed tighter on my shaft and I pumped my own cum into her.
The experience lasted less than five minutes, yet I felt triumphant. It was the first time in a year I maintained an erection long enough for my wife and me to reach sexual bliss together. We fell on the bed together and I remained hard inside her. She relaxed underneath me as I lifted her legs into the air and grasped onto her ankles. In this position I slowly began another round of in and out full penetration. I felt invincible as I continued pretending to be her hung black lover.
"Oh baby,” she cried, “You're fucking me so well. You feel so good inside me."
We looked into each other's eyes while I thrust into her a little faster. She pleaded with me, "Tell me what I did differently this time to make you perform like such a stud. I need to know. I really like you this way and I want to ensure I do right by you. I'm going to cum again. Give it to me. ‘
Her orgasm came in waves and the pleasure washed over her. Several moments passed before she could speak, and even then she was mildly incoherent. "How," she began, "are you staying hard for me, is it Viagra?"
"No drugs," I replied.
"How are you managing it then?"
"Remember years ago when we used to role-play, and every so often you would say you wanted to imagine me as a big black guy fucking you. I’ve always wondered about that comment, like if you said it because you want that for yourself. And, that has always been a turn-on for me."
"You mean you want me to fuck other men, for real?" she asked.
"Yes,” I confessed, “I've been imagining you being fucked by a hung black stud, giving you the satisfaction that you deserve and haven't gotten from your husband in a long, long time."
"Do you want me to pretend you are black?"
"Not exactly,” I said with trepidation, not knowing what she would say next. “I want to watch while you fuck a black man.” There was a pause in the conversation as I waited for her to reply.
“You already have someone picked out, don’t you,” she said knowingly. “Will you still fuck me too, like you did tonight?” she asked. “If that is the deal then let’s do it. Give me his name and phone number.”
I was shocked at her display of bravado and was suddenly a little timid, but told her anyway. “His name is Theo and he can reached at 555-7888.” She startled me further by reaching for the phone and dialing.
“Why don‘t you fuck me again while I talk with this Theo,” she demanded. I began, halfway fucking her and halfway listening to their conversation.
He picked up on the third ring. “Theo?” she inquired, “My husband is here and says you’d like to fuck me.” She listened for a few seconds, then said, “Thursday night works just fine. I’m sure it will be okay with him,” she said, giving me a wink. She hung up the phone and looked at me. “So, how about you fuck me again and I’ll tell what I hope to get from this Theo. I jumped on top of her.
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