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Andrew's call came that night. His first question, of course, was "where were you last night? I called 3 times."

"I was screwing my brains out with a client, what did you think I was doing?" Kelly said in a joking tone. After a long pause. "I was with my friend Tina. We had too much to drink, so I stayed at her place instead of driving home drunk."

"Too bad, the hotel room sounds more interesting, maybe you should tell me more about that?"

This was interesting, thought Kelly. Andrew had been asking her about sex since the wedding. He seemed to want to hear stories about her having sex with other men. Maybe it turned him on, maybe it was just curiosity. First, on their honeymoon, he had asked about her first time. She had told him it was when she was in high school with a boy she was dating, but then wouldn't tell him any more details. The next night, he waited until a point in their love making when she was very hot and asked again, he wanted to know where they did it. "At his house, on the couch." Andrew was caressing her breasts.

"Did you enjoy it?" He brushed her nipples with his fingers.

"Yes, it didn't hurt much, but he was pretty clumsy."

"Did he use a condom?"

"Honey! Stop asking these things."

"Come on, I'm curious. Did he?"

"No, I was so stupid. I really suffered until my period arrived."

"Did he do this?" Andrew began massaging Kelly's clit.

"Ummm, that's nice. He put his finger in me, but he never found THAT spot." A long kiss marked an end to conversation that night.

Since her wedding, Kelly had felt extreme guilt about Mr. Thomas, even though she told herself she had been only a victim. She thought that Andrew would like some of what Mr. Thomas had liked, though. She had begun using her mouth on Andrew, something she had not really done before the wedding. Andrew thought she had just loosened up now that she was married. One night several days into their honeymoon, Kelly had peeled the sheet down over Andrew's chest to just below his belly button. She had laid her head on his stomach and reached under the sheet to hold his cock. She stroked it until it was very hard. Then she had slipped her face underneath the sheet and kissed it. He had moaned loudly when she slipped the cock into her mouth. She had sucked on him for nearly 45 minutes. Every time he attempted to move, she pushed him back down. Every time he came close to coming, she backed off and just licked up the side or rubbed his penis against her cheek until he was calm. Finally she had just taken him in and sucked softly and insistently, ignoring his reactions and continuing to suck until he screamed and the cum gushed into her mouth. She swallowed everything neatly, she wanted Andrew's first blowjob (at least from her) to be perfect. She moved her head back up to Andrew's shoulder and snuggled. She didn't think he would want to kiss right now.

"Honey, that was wonderful. I've never felt anything like that."

After snuggling for a while, he asked "Have you ever done that before?"

"Well, I've kissed YOU there before."

"I mean gone all the way, made a man come?"

"Why, did I seem inexperienced?"

"No, just the opposite."

"I've had a long time to think about it. I wanted to please you."

That seemed to satisfy him, but than a little later "did you kiss that boy that way?"

"You mean the boy in high school? My first one?"

"Yeah"

"No, he wanted me to, though."

"I'll bet. He really missed something."

A few days later after returning from the honeymoon, Kelly gave him another blowjob. In the afterglow, Andrew had returned to his questions, he seemed to want to hear about the lovers she had had in college before they had met. There weren't many.

After a month or so, Kelly had told Andrew about all 4 of her former lovers. He was running out of things to ask about. Then one night after she had sucked him, but not made him come yet, "How did you learn to do that, Kelly? It feels heavenly."

"I don't know, it just comes naturally, I guess." and she laughed at her play on words.

"No story behind it?"

"Nope."

"Maybe you should make something up then."

A little shiver went through Kelly as she realized he really wanted to hear stories about her and other men. Kelly was sure it was only stories he was interested in, so it didn't bother her, it was just a little strange. She wanted to be good in bed for him though and she thought about a story to tell him.

The next time he asked, Kelly said "I could tell you a story about how 'Kelly', not me, a different Kelly, went down on her boyfriend in high school. Would you like that?"

He did, of course, and Kelly made up a story about "Kelly" giving a boy a blowjob after school one day. It seemed to really turn Andrew on, so Kelly thought of other stories to tell him. She would talk about "Kelly" in the third person as their signal that this was just a story.

So, when she said "I was screwing my brains out with a client, what did you think I was doing?", Kelly realized she could tell Andrew about Mr. Thomas as if it was made up. She shivered at the thought of sharing her experience with Mr. Thomas with her husband. She was shocked to realize that she wanted to do this. The idea turned her on. She had had an intense sexual experience and she wanted to share it with the man she loved, even if it was just in the form of "fiction".

When Andrew said "Too bad, the hotel room sounds more interesting, maybe you should tell me more about that?", Kelly answered, "You do, huh? Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime. Kelly had a quite a time in that hotel room."

"I can hardly wait."

That night, Kelly told Andrew a story about a Mr. Thomas and Kelly in a hotel room. She had to make it sound made up, so she only told him about Kelly kneeling by the window, still in her dress, and sucking Mr. Thomas, a client.

"Did he come in Kelly's mouth?" Andrew asked.

"God, did he! He came like a horse in her mouth and all over her. He made her swallow it!"

Kelly had been stroking his cock while she talked. At this last, he felt so stiff and hard, she thought he would come right then.

"Did she like it?

"At first she was scared, because he was so big and she thought eating cum was gross. But then she got so turned on by the cock in her mouth, the window, kneeling before a near stranger in her sexy dress, that she started to want it. She wanted to surrender to his maleness, taste it, eat it, feel it on her face and chest." Kelly thought, I'm getting pretty good at this story telling stuff.

Andrew couldn't take anymore. He rolled on top of Kelly and thrust all the way into her and stopped, trying to keep from coming immediately. Then Kelly said "One more thing, Honey, Mr. Thomas was black. It was a black cock coming in Kelly's mouth." Andrew began moaning and started thrusting wildly into Kelly, coming in only a few strokes. That wasn't enough to make Kelly come too, but Andrew was ready to go again in a few minutes and Kelly made sure she was a priority this time. As they fucked the second time, Kelly said "I could tell you liked my story about Mr. Thomas."

"Jeez, the idea of 'Kelly' on her knees sucking a big black cock is really a turn on."

"You'd like your wife to suck a black cock?" she teased.

"Of course not. I'm talking about your story."

"Uh huh. Fuck me, Andrew. Fuck your wife. Fuck Kelly. Make her come. Give her a baby." Kelly and Andrew soon both came amid moans and grunts, Andrew jamming himself up into his wife.

Over the next year, Kelly made up stories occasionally for Andrew. Some were made up, some were based on her experiences with Mr. Thomas. Mr. Thomas didn't call very often, but when he did, Kelly couldn't help submitting to his desires. In trade for her body, Mr. Thomas gave her the exciting, dangerous thrills of forbidden sex. She told versions of these experiences to Andrew and he seemed to be a real fan of "Kelly and Mr. Thomas."

Andrew seemed most excited and agitated by one story she told where she never mentioned Mr. Thomas.

"Honey, something terrible happened to Kelly the other day, she was raped!"

"No, that's terrible. How did it happen?" His penis twitched and jumped in her hand. She guessed the mention of rape had gone straight to his cock. This was something new.

"Kelly arranged to show a client a house. She was to meet him there in the evening. She hadn't met him before, but they had talked on the phone several times.

"When she arrived at the house, it was dark, both inside and outside. She saw that the lock box had been opened and the door was slightly ajar. She stepped inside the house thinking that the client or another agent must be inside. It was too dark to see anything though. As she was about to call out her client's name, a hand clamped over her mouth and another hand reached around and held her tightly.

"The guy whispered in her ear 'Don't make a sound and don't turn and look at me. If you do, it could be the last thing you do.'" Kelly was pretty sure that the voice was Mr. Thomas, but she didn't tell Andrew that.

"'Nod if you will do as I say.' he said next and Kelly nodded. She was scared to death he would hurt her.

"Then Kelly heard the door close and the man pushed her farther into the house. 'Remember, don't look at me. I'm going to let you go, but don't move unless I tell you. OK?' Kelly nodded. She felt his hands removing her jacket and heard him toss it aside. Then she felt his body against her back and his hands wrapped around her front and ran up and down her body, feeling her breasts and her crotch through her clothes. Kelly thought he was really tall. Then the man unbuttoned her blouse and the front clasp of her bra. She shrank back from his touch, but that only forced her back into his body and the cock she could feel against her back.

"One hand went under her skirt and down under the waist band of her panties. His fingers forced their way into her. She was so embarrassed when he started on her clit and it started making her wet. She wasn't supposed to respond to a rapist.

"Kelly waited, hoping he would lose concentration and give her chance to escape and trying not to let him arouse her. Then the man forced her down onto her hands and knees on the rug. 'Pull down your panties.' Kelly rested her forehead on the rug and reached back under her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. She was so scared, she knew the rapist was going to take her now. 'Pull up your skirt.' And Kelly pulled her skirt up to her waist."

"Why did she give in so easy?" asked Andrew.

"She was scared. She thought it was safer to submit than to fight." During the real event Kelly had been scared because she couldn't be absolutely sure it was Mr. Thomas, but she was sure enough that his game turned her on incredibly. On her hands and knees with her panties down and her skirt up, she felt so wicked.

"The guy got down behind her and just shoved it in. It really hurt, she wasn't that wet, and his cock was huge. Once he got in though, Kelly was humiliated, because her body betrayed her by responding again. Soon she couldn't help moaning and he laughed at her. The panties around her knees, her open blouse, her breasts hanging free made her feel like a teenager in a heavy make out session.

"Then the guy suddenly pulled out of her. 'Keep your eyes down.' She could hear that he was by her head now. 'Suck my dick, but don't you dare look at me.'

"Kelly rose slowly to her knees, but kept her head down. The guy sat on the back of the couch to bring his cock to the level of her mouth. She saw that the cock was black! Her rapist was black! Now she was even more scared. 'Suck it!' Kelly put her mouth over the cock, but it was so big, she could hardly do it, but she forced herself. Her body started betraying her again. She liked sucking her husband's cock and this one was much bigger. The size was turning her on. She couldn't help it." Kelly was enjoying making a story out of her experience. She could tell that Andrew was extremely turned on by the story.

"The guy said, 'Use your hands. Come on. I want the best blowjob you know how to give.' She could only fit part of his dick in her mouth. The guy made Kelly keep sucking until he came. He made her swallow it all. Kelly was grossed out with the idea of eating a black rapist's cum.

"The guy got behind Kelly and stood her up and made her lean over the back of the couch. 'Pull up your skirt again.' and Kelly did. She could feel her panties around her ankles now. He shoved right into her from behind. She was so wet that he went all the way in one thrust. The guy had already come once, so he fucked her for a really long time. He made her come twice. She couldn't help coming the first time, the big dick just forced her to come. As her second orgasm built though she couldn't help wanting it. She reached back between her legs and fingered her clit. The rapist came when she did and she could feel the big cock shooting its sperm into her.

"The rapist pulled out and told her not to move until he was gone.

"Kelly was humiliated by what she had done, how she had reacted to the rape. She stayed leaned over the couch with her ass in the air, scared to move. She could feel the guys cum dripping down her thigh. Finally she thought it was OK to move and she cleaned herself up and left. She never saw the rapist's face and only knew he was a big black man."

Andrew was embarrassed by how turned on he was by the story. He couldn't believe his cock was reacting this way to his mental movie of Kelly being raped by a black man. The idea of her mouth filled with his black cock and her face covered with the rapists cum horrified and fascinated him. Imagining her coming while being raped from behind sent a flood of sex hormones through his body. He urged Kelly's head toward his cock and she took it in. She'd been turned on by telling the story and knew he was now imagining that he was watching her suck a black cock instead of his own white one. That's where the idea finally hatched.

Kelly had mulled over the idea for a long time, but she became certain that Andrew would enjoy it. Tonight was the night. She let Andrew know that tonight would be special. They both showered and Kelly put on her sexy black dress. She told Andrew to put on only his big white terrycloth bathrobe. When they were both ready, she took him into the living room and sat him in the easy chair. She went to the front door and turned on the porch light. Then she got on her knees in front of him and looked straight in his eyes. "Honey, whatever happens tonight, please remember I love you and everything I do is for you. OK?"

"Of course." Kelly kissed him on the mouth and then opened his robe. His cock was almost fully erect when she slipped her lips over it. She sucked him softly until a knock came at the door. She let him fall from her mouth and wrapped the robe back around him.

"Save that for me. Just sit here, OK? Don't interfere." And Kelly walked to the front door and opened it. Mr. Thomas walked in and stood looking around the house, not paying much attention to Andrew. Kelly walked up and stood beside Mr. Thomas and took him by the arm. "Andrew, this is Mr. Thomas."

Andrew was in shock. A giant black man was standing in his living room and his wife had just told him that he was "Mr. Thomas". His mind raced back over all the stories his wife had told about "Mr. Thomas". Had she done all of those things? She must have! Why would he be here otherwise. Or maybe she was just bringing in someone to play the mythical Mr. Thomas? He could only hope. He watched horrified as Mr. Thomas and Kelly turned toward each other and began to kiss. First it was just lips brushing cheeks and then nibbling each others lips, but then their mouths were locked in an overtly sexual kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouth in imitation of something much more intimate. Watching his wife kiss another man, a black man, had a bizarre effect on Andrew. His cock stiffened and his heart pounded. He could see the black man's tongue reaching into Kelly's mouth, the same mouth that had kissed him so recently. She had to lean her head back to kiss because "Mr. Thomas" was so tall. She looked so vulnerable to him.

Mr. Thomas broke the kiss and led Kelly to the couch. They sat and resumed their kiss. They looked like two people necking at the end of a good date. Mr. Thomas took charge and began kissing all over Kelly's face and then neck. His hands were caressing her body as he did this. Kelly Andrew a sharp breath when his hand first covered her breast. So did Andrew. After nibbling on her neck and her ear for a while, he slipped one spaghetti strap off her shoulder. He peeled her dress back from that shoulder to expose one beautiful breast. Then he bent to kiss it. His large lips enveloped the white breast and sucked at the nipple. Andrew could see his teeth tease the nipple with little bites, then the thick black lips would suck the nipple in and his whole mouth could caress her breast. He could see Mr. Thomas' saliva all over his wife's soft breast.

Andrew was shocked at his reaction. He had an erection that felt like a red hot poker. He wanted so badly to jack off. That would be just too humiliating though, so he kept his robe tightly wrapped. He couldn't help wondering how far Kelly would go with this game. He imagined her sucking this big man's cock right in front of him. My God, he thought, I want to see it, I do. Please suck his cock, Kelly. Please.

Now Kelly was laying on her stomach on the couch resting on her elbows by Mr. Thomas' thighs. She rubbed the bulge in his pants and he took the hint. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Kelly reached in and fished out the biggest cock Andrew had ever seen. It reared up in front of Kelly's face and she began licking it like a ice cream cone. She couldn't reach the top without changing position, so she just laid her head on Mr. Thomas' thighs and licked and nibbled the bottom of the shaft and the scrotum.

Andrew was horrified and fascinated watching his wife worship this black male equipment. It was all he could do to keep his hands off himself.

Mr. Thomas tired of the nibbling and pushed her away and stood up. Kelly stood too, but he pressed down on her shoulders and she meekly sank to her knees. She took his cock in her hands and looked at it tentatively. She turned and looked at Andrew and waited. She brushed the head of the cock on her cheek as she looked at Andrew. Andrew finally realized what she was waiting for. He nodded to her. She had permission. She mouthed back at him, "I love you."

Andrew watched as the black cock entered his wife's mouth. The contrast of the black cock, her pink lips, white skin and blonde hair was incredible. She gave Mr. Thomas a great blowjob, worshipping his cock and balls with her mouth, running her hands over his body, holding his balls in her hand. He couldn't believe his eyes when her hand went to his butt and began exploring around his anus. He could see she was trying to get her finger into his ass. This always made Andrew come. My God, she wants him to come in her mouth! She's not leaving it to chance. As she sank her finger into his ass, Mr. Thomas' butt clenched, his body hunched and he shouted as he shot his load of cum into Kelly's mouth. Kelly seemed to take his cum all in her mouth but then the cock escaped and two or three more jets of cum landed on her face and chest. Kelly swallowed and then milked the last globs of cum from his cock onto her neck while Mr. Thomas stroked her blonde hair. "That was wonderful, as always, Kelly. I need a beer." Mr. Thomas walked into the kitchen.

Kelly walked on her knees over to Andrew. She took the hem of his robe and wiped the cum off of her face. There as still cum on her neck and dripping down her chest. "Andrew, will you ever forgive me? Do you still love me?"

"Of course I do. I'll always love you."

Kelly then kissed him on the mouth, her mouth open encouraging him to share the taste of Mr. Thomas with her. Andrew was revolted by the idea, but helpless. His tongue explored Kelly's mouth and tasted the cum there. Not his cum, but another man's, a black man's. Kelly broke the kiss and opened Andrew's robe. She took him in her mouth and sucked him deeply. After 3 or 4 long strokes of her mouth, Andrew filled her with another load of cum. She held it all in her mouth until he was finished and then swallowed neatly.

"I have to go back to Mr. Thomas now. You can watch but you can't touch, OK?"

"You mean you aren't finished with him yet?"

"He's not finished with me yet. I'm sure he wants to fuck me in our bed and I'm not sure what else."

Andrew followed Kelly into the bedroom where they found Mr. Thomas, already naked. Kelly stood in front of him and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Andrew watched as the dress fell to the floor and left his beautiful wife naked in front of Mr. Thomas. He then watched as Mr. Thomas fucked his wife. Kelly pulled down the covers on the bed and then laid down and looked at Mr. Thomas. She pulled her knees up a little and spread them outwards, inviting Mr. Thomas into her body, inviting him to mount her. Mr. Thomas crawled between her legs and leaned on his hands while Kelly placed the tip of cock at the entrance to her body. The he slid forward, slowly and steadily, all the way in.

Andrew swooned as he saw the cock penetrate his wife so easily, buried to hilt in her. Mr. Thomas began to steadily fuck her, long strokes with a little hitch on the end to force the last quarter inch inside each time. Andrew watched the cock slide back and forth with horrified fascination. He saw his wife's arms and hands clutching Mr. Thomas' back, cleaving her body to him, wrapping her legs around his thighs and willing him even deeper into her. They kept this up a long time, Kelly moaning and seeming to be near orgasm constantly, but Mr. Thomas would slow down each time she neared climax.

Kelly whispered in Mr. Thomas' ear for a little while and then he nodded. He slipped out of her and sat on the bed. Andrew couldn't figure out what was going on. Kelly opened the closet and took out the big plastic platform from her "Step" class. It was a few inches high and about 1 by 2 feet. She stood on it and beckoned Andrew to her. "Andrew, please do this for me, please hold me?" She pulled him up on the platform with her and she put her arms around him and buried her head in his neck. He put one hand behind her head and stroked her hair and the other comfortingly on her shoulder. He wondered what in the hell the step was for.

Mr. Thomas stepped up behind Kelly and pressed up against her. "Just hold me, Andrew. Don't do anything else." Kelly whispered. Andrew felt her body move and adjust. She reached down between her legs and found Mr. Thomas' huge cock. She placed the tip in her vagina and then removed her hand. Mr. Thomas held Kelly's hips tightly in his hands. Andrew could feel Kelly's hips thrust into his as Mr. Thomas shoved his cock into Kelly from behind. Mr. Thomas fell into the same steady rhythym as he had on the bed, this time fucking Kelly from behind. The step placed her at the perfect height to accept his cock from behind while standing up. Andrew felt each thrust as Mr. Thomas' hips and cock pushed Kelly's hips forward against Andrew. Each time Mr. Thomas pulled back, the pressure of Kelly's hips against Andrew would disappear. Andrew thought he could feel right along with Kelly the cock penetrating and withdrawing from their single body, over and over again.

Kelly began to breath hard into his neck. "Honey, I want to come, but I need help" she whispered. "Please, you know the spot. I need you." He took his hand off of her shoulder and slipped it between them. He didn't know if he could do this. The man's cock was right there fucking his wife. His fingers ran through her soft curly hair and found the cleft and then the little button which produced so much pleasure for Kelly. All the while he kept stroking her hair with the other hand. Andrew could feel the skin of her pussy pulling and pushing as the strange cock plundered her belly. His curiosity overcame him. His slid his fingers back until he felt the hot hard column that was fucking his wife. He let his fingers linger at the juncture between the cock and her pussy, trying to absorb some of what Kelly was feeling as that fat cock pistoned in and out of her. His thumb massaged the button in time with the cock. As soon as he touched her clit, her breathing got more ragged and accelerated. He kept rubbing and she was panting and moaning into his neck. "Yes, Andrew. Please, keep it up, don't stop." Mr. Thomas' fucking sped up in time with Kelly's breathing. Mr. Thomas's cock and Andrew's hand were driving waves of pleasure through Kelly and they finally pushed her over the edge. All the muscles in her body contracted, producing a strangled cry from her mouth and she clutched at Andrew desperately while she felt her pussy squeezing the life out of Mr. Thomas' fat cock.

As soon as he knew she was coming, Mr. Thomas began thrusting into her as hard and as fast as he could, banging his hips into her soft bottom and his cock up to her belly. He came at almost the same moment as Kelly. He tried to hold her hips steady as he continued to thrust into her because the stimulation on his cock as he was coming gave him such excruciating pleasure. Finally, he jammed himself as far into her as he could and just let his cum flow out of him and into Kelly. He squeezed the muscles in his cock over and over trying to force the last little bit of cum into her.

When he was done, he announced "I need another beer." and left the room. Andrew continued to hold Kelly. He kept slowly rubbing her clit and her orgasm continued to echo through her nervous system. She was still quivering from her orgasm and clutching Andrew.

When Mr. Thomas returned, Kelly told Andrew to sit on the chair and watch again. Mr. Thomas proceeded to fuck Kelly in every position he could think of. They did it missionary style in the bed Kelly and Andrew shared. They did it doggy style on the bed and on the floor. They did it standing up face to face. Kelly bent over and leaned her head on her dresser while Mr. Thomas banged into her from behind. Andrew counted four orgasms for his wife, two so intense, she seemed to shudder and moan for minutes. Mr. Thomas came twice more, both times buried as deep inside Kelly as he could get. Both times Andrew nearly came himself, a black man was shooting cum into his wife's body!

After Mr. Thomas left, Kelly walked up to her husband and buried her head on his chest. "Oh, Honey. I'm sorry, I've been so bad."

"It's OK, Kelly. I love you. I know you did it because you thought I would like to see it."

"Did you like it? Did I turn you on?"

"My God, I've never been so hot. I must be a pervert, watching my wife fucking another man. I think you liked having me watch you, too."

"Yes, you're right, I loved it, Honey. But I've been bad. I think you should punish me."

"Punish you?"

"Yes"

"What should I do?"

"Make me do something I don't want to do. Force me."

Andrew realized what she wanted. He had asked her a couple of times and she had refused.

"All right. But you'll regret it."

"Oh, Honey, what are you going to do to me?"

"I'll fuck you in the ass. That will teach you."

"Oh, please Honey, not that! It's so dirty." She was delighted he had figured it out.

"Right, it's dirty. That's what makes it the perfect punishment for you. You've been very dirty. Get on your knees on the edge of the bed. She complied and put her face down on the bed and clutched the sheets in anticipation of the coming pain. She had resisted Mr. Thomas when he tried to do this because she was afraid he would rupture her asshole with his huge cock. She would give her virgin ass to her husband as penance for her pleasure.

Andrew got the KY from the place he had hidden it and greased up his dick. He enjoyed greasing up Kelly's ass. He shoved his fingers in roughly and got the hole well lubricated. He stood behind her and placed the tip against her ass and pushed. Nothing happened at first, but he just kept steadily pushing. Once the head popped in, his cock slid in quickly all the way.

"Stop, please, wait!" Kelly cried. "I'm so full. Go real slow, please!" He went slowly at first, but then picked up speed. Soon, he was thrusting all the way in and out. It was so tight, it felt like a virgin, which it was of course. Kelly concentrated on the cock in her ass. It felt very strange, but the strangeness was gradually replaced by pleasure. As Andrew got close to coming he reached under Kelly and found her clit. With just a little stimulation she came right when he did. His cock spewed cum into her bowels and her ass squeezed his cock like a vice, both of them shouting incoherently. They collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.

Later as they snuggled in bed, drifting off to sleep, Kelly thought about getting fucked in the ass. It was a strange feeling, extremely full and ultimately very sexy. The combination of a cock in her ass and stimulation to her clit had given her an orgasm that was different and very pleasurable. She wanted to know what Mr. Thomas' cock would feel like in her ass. She knew it would hurt, but she wanted to experience it anyway. Maybe next time.