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This is another story written for the darkwanderer web site.
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Hello, everyone. This story is for Wife #23 in the "Your Wife's
Lovers." I hope the couple likes it.

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			Cindy Gets Black Maled
				By
			Carol Collins

      I had finally gotten the kids to bed and was luxuriating in
the warm sudsy bath water. It had been a hectic day helping Susan
get everything ready for the party that Bob, her husband and Don's
boss, had scheduled for tomorrow night. Some of the food was to be
prepared there. Some would be bought. Their extremely house was
always clean and presentable, no big trick when you had no children
to mess things up. Tomorrow, being Friday, was a school day for my
children, and, when they got home, they would be sent over to Miss
Kieleena's house down the block for the night.

      I finished my bath by shaving my underarms, legs and pubic
mound. Don loved my smooth hairless mound and liked to go down on me
when I was freshly shaven. I ran my fingers up and down my smooth
legs and vagina lips to make sure that I had not missed a spot. The
sensuousness of running my wet hands over my shapely legs and smooth
pussy was turning me on. I made myself quit. After all, that's what
a husband is for. I rinsed off and let the water out of the tub and
began patting my body dry with the large fluffy bath towel. I
glanced into the large mirror and stopped to stare for a moment.

      I looked closely at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I
guess I looked pretty good for a girl that had already turned
thirty. My face was cute and was still young looking. I had big blue
eyes that people said were beautiful and expressive and a big bright
smile. I had colored my hair blonde recently and really liked the
new me. Don liked it, too. He said that it wasn't just the looks
that had changed. It was my attitude. I felt the difference, also. I
had always been so shy around other people, but now, with blonde
hair, I felt different. And right now, I felt horny! I peeped
through the door and saw Don getting ready for bed. He took off his
shirt and unbuckled his belt. He was still in very good shape for a
man in his middle thirties. His naturally blonde hair and green eyes
had been the first things that had attracted me to him. He lowered
his pants and I hurriedly finished drying off. I brushed my blonde
hair and was pleased by the appearance of the new me. "Don, husband
ne," I whispered to myself, "get ready to get laid."

      I slipped my pink silk baby doll nighty over my head. I
thought about leaving the panties off, but decided that Don really
enjoyed removing them before we made love. I stepped into the semi
transparent pink silk panties, slid them up over my smooth legs and
pulled them tight against my pubic mound and bottom. Men liked to
think that they are the only ones who get horny and that women never
instigate sex, but women start things off by sending signals that we
are available. Sometimes, the men are just too dense to read our
messages. Thankfully, Don has been a good husband who is attentive.

      I opened the bathroom door and struck a pose like I had seen
in the men's nudie magazines. Don looked over at me, smiled and
whistled softly. We had been married all these years and he still
appreciated the efforts I made to keep myself in shape. At five foot
five inches tall and one hundred fifteen pounds, I had managed to
avoid the middle age spread that plagued some women when they were
in their early thirties and had children. My measurements are a
respectable 34 B-25-38. I was proud of my body and enjoyed showing
it off to my husband in the privacy of our bedroom. Don was proud of
me, too. The only problem was, he wanted to show me off to the
entire world. I liked the idea that other men seemed to think that I
was attractive, and they did show it in their caveman sort of ways,
but, as I had told Don, I was a one man woman.

      I slowly walked, swaying my hips as I went, around to Don's
side of our king-sized bed and moved in close to him as he sat on
the edge of the bed. He looked up at me with those green eyes of his
and smiled. His arms went around my waist and pulled me against him
as I placed my arms around his neck. He pulled me down onto his lap
and his lips sought mine. My lips parted and his tongue came into my
mouth as our kiss continued for several minutes. It was one of those
slow passion-building kisses that I read about in my romance novels.
One of Don's hands was cupping one of my breasts as his other hand
ran lightly up and down my silky smooth thigh. My nipples became
erect and Don rewarded one with a tweak. I had breast fed my babies
and now had large sensitive over-sized nipples that Don loves to
suck on during foreplay. I must admit that I enjoyed it, too.

      Don gently lifted me off his lap and lay me down on the bed. I
lay there, looking up at him as he flipped the hem of my nighty up
over my tits, leaned over and took my left nipple in his mouth. I do
so love having my nipples sucked on! I caressed the back of his head
and ran my fingers through his hair as he sucked my expanding nipple
until it was swollen as far as it would go. Then, he shifted to my
right nipple and worked his magic on it for the next several
minutes. My entire body tingled from the tips of my toes to the
roots of my hair because of his attention to my swollen nipples. Don
spent the next several minutes switching from one nipple to the
other. One of his hands had moved down my relatively flat tummy to
massage my pink panties into my hairless moistening mound. I was
practically panting for breath when his lips began its journey from
my throbbing nipples to my tingling vagina.

      Don kissed my tummy on his way to the pink silk panties that
covered my eager love mound. He kissed across the front of my
panties until he was kissing my pussy through the thin silk
material. When his fingers grasped the waistband of my panties, I
raised my hips so that he could remove them easily. Don immediately
brought his lips back to my moistened mound and licked up the length
of my vagina slit. He knew that this always drove me wild. This time
was no exception. I gritted my teeth and locked my fingers behind
the back of his head and pulled him into me. His lips locked onto my
clitoris and began applying suction. As the tension within my body
built, I waited with bated breath for the final stroke. When his
tongue began licking my clit as he applied suction, my body arched
upwards and I came for him in only a few short minutes. His tongue
continued to strum my erect clit as the waves of ecstasy continued
to flow through my body.

      When I realized that Don had removed his mouth from my wet
vagina, I opened my eyes and saw that he had stood up beside the bed
and was slowly stroking his hard cock with his right hand. It only
took me a few seconds to sit up and take his beautiful cock in my
hands as I took over for him. I loved the sense of power that a
woman has as she takes charge of a man's penis. They are always
pretending that they are big and strong, but when a woman gets hold
of his penis, she can have him do almost anything just to get her to
make him cum. I looked up into Don's green eyes and grinned before I
leaned forward and licked the underside of his larger than average
cock. I get a thrill out of watching Don's facial expressions as I
suck his cock until he cums down my throat. I hear that I may be in
the minority that actually doesn't mind swallowing her husband's
semen.

      I wrap my lips around Don's love muscle and begin to bob my
head up and down. I roll my eyes upward to see the expression of
lust that has taken over his face. Part of me wants to suck his dick
until he shoots his sperm into my mouth so that I can let him watch
as I swallow every precious drop. Another part of me wants him to
push me back onto the bed and climb on top of me and fuck me within
an inch of my life. Another part of me wants to push him back onto
the bed so that I can ride his stiff penis and rub my clitty against
his pubic bone until I have several orgasms. Don settled the
question of what to do next when he gently pushed me onto my back
and moved between my parted thighs.

      Don guided his engorged penis toward my wet vagina. I felt the
familiar responses as the nice sized cock slipped into my lower
belly. It always felt so good to have my husband entering me this
way. When he was all the way in, he began grinding his pubic bone
against my erect clitoris. Over the years, he had found that this
excited me very much. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he
continued to grind away at my swollen clit. A few more minutes of
this and I would have another climax. The waves began washing
through me, building higher and higher until they crested in another
orgasm. Afterwards, Don is still stroking his cock in and out of my
pussy in earnest. Ten minutes later, I came again as I felt his
penis erupting inside of my vagina. I tightened my legs around his
waist as I experienced yet another orgasm.

      I lay with my arms and legs wrapped around my husband's
muscular body for several minutes before he rolled off. I felt his
deflating penis slip from my vagina as he did so. I turned and we
cuddled for a few minutes before we drifted off to sleep in each
other's arms.

      The alarm awoke me early the next morning. I sleepily climbed
out of bed and went to the bathroom. I peed, washed my hands and
face, then brushed the tangles from my blonde hair. I made the
rounds, waking up everyone that had to get up first, before going to
the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Next, it was time to wake the rest
of the family. An hour later, Don had left for work and the kids had
gone to school. For the next seven hours, I would have the house to
myself. I turned on the morning talk shows as I propped my feet up
to enjoy a cup of coffee. The theme for today's show was cheating
wives and the men who love them. Married couples actually came on
national television and bragged about how many men the wives had sex
with. The husbands said that they wanted their wives to come home to
them after having sex with one or more men!

      The show started me to thinking about the times, while in the
throws of sexual excitement, Don had whispered in my ear about me
having sex with other men. He told me of his fantasies of me letting
different men make love to me. He mentioned Vic, the hunky guy that
he works with as a possible lover. He had mentioned the electric
meter reader man, who was black. He had even whispered in my ear
about the fantasy of letting Reggie Grant, the star athlete from way
back in high school, who used to try to get me to go out with him,
make love to me. I haven't seen Reggie in many years, but Don
continues to whisper stories about him when we make love. I must
admit that the stories do excite me. I would never admit it to my
husband, but he must be aware that I usually have more orgasms when
he whispers these stories to me.

      I noticed that my vagina was beginning to get that itchy
feeling that it got when I was getting sexually aroused. I drained
my coffee cup, went to the kitchen and washed the dishes before I
had to go back to bed and waste the day masturbating. There was a
party scheduled for tonight and I had things to do to get ready.

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      The children had just left for the baby sitter's house. It is
now five o'clock. The party starts at seven. Don would be home from
work in about an hour. I had just enough time for a shower, putting
on my make-up and slipping into some party clothes before Don
arrived. Then, he could shower and get dressed so we could leave for
his boss's party.

      The warm water cascading over my body and the soft wash cloth
rubbing against my skin brought on more than just a tingling
sensation. I found myself remembering the morning talk show and the
couples who were the guests. I also thought of the things that Don
sometimes whispered in my ear as we made love. If it weren't for the
fact that we were expected at the party right after Don got home
from work, I would have attacked him as soon as he came in the door
and pulled him down on the living room sofa. I even thought of
masturbating. I shut off the flow of water and stepped out of the
shower. I could feel the sexual tension in my naked body as I
toweled myself dry. I promised myself, "Tonight, Don is going to
screw me or else!"

      I used the blow dryer to dry my blonde hair as I brushed it
out. Perhaps the advertisements were right; "Blondes really do have
more fun." When my hair was presentable, I gave it a couple of
sprays to hold it in place. Since I was in the house alone, I walked
through the bedroom completely nude. I loved being nude. It was one
of the freedoms that you lost when you had children. I opened my
lingerie drawer and selected the undies that I would wear tonight.
The sexual tension that I felt must have played a role in the
selection of a black satin low cut push up brassiere, black satin
thong panties, a lace trimmed black satin garter belt and a pair of
black silk stockings. I had bought these from Victoria Secret to
keep the spark in our love life. Tonight, after returned home, I
wanted Don to know exactly what I wanted before he went to sleep.
Letting him see me taking off my expensive front-buttoned red mini
dress, with me in my sexy undies, never failed to arouse his
manhood.

      I was just finishing putting on my make up when Don arrived. I
told him to hurry and take his shower, and not to forget to shave. I
told him, "I do not want to dance cheek-to-cheek to a cactus patch."
He grinned as he went to the bathroom.  I laid out his clothes while
he showered. Forty minutes later, we were in the Camry and on our
way to Bob and Susan's party.

      Bob, who had bought the computer firm only about six months
before, used the parties as a business tax write-off. He invited his
computer service company staff, clients and potential clients to his
palatial home about once a month. Bob opened the door and invited us
in when we rang the doorbell. He is a very handsome man over six
feet tall, had black hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in casual,
but expensive, clothing. Bob told Don that I looked pretty tonight
as he kissed my cheek. I thanked him and smiled up at him. Susan
greeted us as she passed by in the living room. She was a natural
redhead. I knew that because I had seen her changing clothes one day
when they had thrown a pool party. She did admit that her fantastic
boobs had been surgically augmented. She sported a body that was
36D-22-36. With her flashing green eyes and flowing red hair, she
was always the life of the party. I knew that she played around with
other men on occasions, but Bob had made several passes at me when
Don was not looking. Susan patted my arm and told Don, "I need to
borrow your wife for a little while. The drinks are at the bar. Help
yourself."  I told Don that I wanted a screwdriver as I accompanied
the gorgeous redhead from the room.

      Susan led me up the stairs and into the master bedroom. I
followed her to the bathroom door and watched as she raised the hem
of her emerald green dress, revealing that she, too, wore stockings
and a garter belt, pulled down her matching emerald green bikini
panties, sat on the commode and peed. I wondered if she invited me
to her room just to watch her pee. I went to the mirror and
freshened my lipstick as I waited for her to tell me what was on her
mind. I could see Susan's reflection in the mirror as she used some
toilet paper to wipe dry before pulling up her panties and
rearranging her dress. She flushed the toilet, joined me at the sink
and washed her hands before she spoke.

      "I don't know if Don has told you, but Bob is trying to land
another contract for computers and servicing. There is this big and
but growing sporting goods manufacturer and Bob almost has the
contract signed. If this comes through, Don will get a promotion and
a big pay raise. He would be in charge of the account. You'd like a
thirty per cent pay raise, wouldn't you?" Would I ever? I smiled and
said that I certainly would. Susan's green eyes looked at me for a
moment before she continued. "Good. I'm glad that you feel that way
because we have invited the officials of the new company to supper
next Friday night and Bob wants Don and you to attend."

      I was relieved. With the build up that Susan had been giving
this, I thought that it was something unusual. I told her that we
would most certainly be there. That's when she told me that the
president of the company was Reggie Grant. Reggie was the black
athlete that had tried to get me to go out on dates with him when we
were in high school. He was tall, muscular and handsome, but, even
if I had seriously considered dating a black man, Don and I were
already dating at the time. Don was a little jealous at the time,
but Reggie was a lot bigger and a lot stronger, so Don never did
much to stop Reggie. For the past couple of years, when we had made
love, Don had sometimes whispered Reggie's name to me and told me
what the big black football player would have done to me if I had
gone out on a date with him.  Now, I would meet him again.

      I looked into Susan's eyes and saw her staring at me. "Bob
said that the Reggie, Don and you went to high school together. He
also said that Don told him that Reggie had the hots for you and
used to hit on you for a date. At the dinner, you can be nice to
him. Don't look at me that way. All you have to be is be friendly.
Nobody is asking you to sleep with the man! Remember Don's promotion
and the pay raise." I stood there wondering why Don had not told me
himself. Susan and I went back downstairs to join the party. Susan
went to greet some people who had arrived while we were upstairs.

      I found Don sitting in a corner. He had already finished one
drink and had started on another. He gave me my screwdriver as I sat
down beside him. I asked why he didn't tell me about Reggie being
the president of the company that he had told me about. He said that
Bob thought that it was a good idea if Susan told me instead. She
was used to the idea of wives entertaining prospective business
clients. I took big sips of my drink as I listened to his
explanation. Both of our glasses were empty by the time we had
finished talking. We went to the bar and had our glasses refilled
before we went around to say hello to the other partygoers.

      Vic Taylor had arrived. He was a coworker of Don's and very
flirty. He was about five foot ten, had short black hair and big
brown eyes and very good looking. He always paid me compliments on
my appearance. Tonight was no exception. Don had wandered off to
talk to some one about a computer system that needed some
maintenance work on Monday morning, leaving Vic and I to talk. "I
love your dress. It certainly shows off your great figure. Well,
Cindy, when are you going to ditch that husband of yours and run off
with me?" He said with a cute boyish grin on his face.

      I told him, "Be careful what you ask for, you may get it
someday." I had an equally big grin on my face. I don't know what
had come over me. I'm normally very shy. Perhaps it was the fact
that I was to see Reggie Grant again after all these years. Maybe I
was worried, that after having children, he would not find me
attractive. I knew that it did not matter. I was married to Don.
But, women always want all men to rue the day that she walked out of
their life. Reggie always said that he loved my blue eyes and wanted
me to go out with him. I had not forgotten him. I guess I was
nervous. Perhaps that is why I had too much to drink at the party.

      Two more screwdrivers later, I was certainly feeling no pain.
When I saw Don from across the room, he looked as if he had too much
to drink as well. There was a stereo playing music in one of the
rooms. When Vic asked me to dance, I said, "Sure. It has been years
since I have been dancing."   The room was nearly empty of people.
The lights were turned down low. Vic took me into his arms. I had
put my arms around Vic's neck. The music was soft and low as we
swayed to the tune of the music. Vic drew me even closer and I lay
my head on his shoulder. It had been so long since Don had taken me
dancing. I snuggled closer to Vic. Vic tightened his hold around my
waist and I felt his lengthening penis pressing against my belly.
Under normal circumstances, I would have immediately pulled away
from Vic. The booze probably was responsible for me not ending the
dance.

      The song played for another minute or two as Vic and I swayed
together in the dimly lit room. I could feel Vic's raging hard on
against my belly, but I still did not pull away. Part of my mind was
telling me to back away while another told me that it felt too good.
Vic's hands moved from my waist to my bottom. His hands each gripped
a buttock and massaged them. Part of my mind was screaming at me to
make him stop. He had flirted with me before, but had never gone
this far. I raised my head up off his shoulder and was about to tell
him to please remove his hands from my bottom when his lips sealed
mine shut.

      Except for Christmas parties, when mistletoe was hung from the
ceiling, I had not kissed another man since Don and I were married.
Now, I was letting one of my husband's coworkers kiss me and fondle
my bottom at a party being thrown by their boss. I wanted to stop
him, but he held me so tightly. I wanted to make him take his hands
off me, but they felt so good. We had stopped moving to the music as
Vic pulled me even tighter. His erection was very large and stiff as
I was pressed against it by Vic's embrace.

      Vic's tongue was licking at my lips. I parted my lips and his
tongue slipped inside of my mouth. At the same time, he moved his
fingertips over my bottom cheeks and between my thighs. My legs
parted as I spread my feet on the floor. I had not meant to do that.
It was an automatic response as I felt Vic's fingers begin to
massage my vagina through my dress and panties.

      The song had ended. Luckily, the other couple in the room was
so occupied with each other that they had not noticed what I, a
married woman, and Vic, my husband's coworker, had been doing while
we were dancing. Vic took my left hand in his hand and led me from
the room to another room just down the hall. The room was set up as
a guest bedroom. Vic pulled me in the door and closed it behind me.
I tried to tell him that I did not do this kind of thing, but his
lips prevented me from talking. He held me tightly in his arms as
his hands moved under my dress and massaged the front of my panties
into my moistened vagina. I tried to protest, but could not pull my
lips from Vic's.

      Vic never took his lips from mine or his fingers from my
excited vagina as he moved me backwards toward the bed. I actually
attempted to push Vic away, but the timing was off. I pushed just as
the edge of the bed touched the backs of my legs. I sprawled on the
bed on my back with my legs flying open. Before my alcohol-fogged
brain could take charge of the situation, Vic was lying on top of me
with my legs still spread apart. His mouth found mine and his tongue
sank all the way in before I had a chance to tell him that I was a
married woman. I wanted to say that I loved my husband as his hands
massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples. I wanted to tell him to
stop as his long hard cock was pressed against my excited silk
covered pussy. I could not tell him any of those things because he
continued to French kiss me.

      Vic unbuttoned the front of my red mini dress and opened it.
The black silk brassiere that I wore was a front hook model. It,
too, was opened. Finally, Vic removed his lips from mine. I was just
about to point out that we should not be doing this when his lips
wrapped around my left nipple. I lost my concentration as his lips
and tongue caused the most delicious sensations to course from my
swollen nipple to every cell in my body. I could only lie back and
let the dark haired single man suck on my erect nipple. I actually
moaned when Vic shifted his attention from my left nipple to my
right nipple. Within only a minute or two, I was running my fingers
through his hair as he suckled my nipples and rubbed his big cock
against my wet pussy.

      I was hopelessly under Vic's control as he pulled the hem of
my dress up past my waist and slipped his hand under the waistband
of my black silk bikini panties. His fingers moved down over my
shaven vagina lips and dipped into the moist cleft to rub my erect
clitoris. He had me cuming within two minutes. After that, I did not
try to stop him from pulling my panties down over my nylon covered
legs and off over my high heel shoes. I heard his belt buckle and
zipper as he undressed part way. I realized that we had gone too far
to make him stop now.

      I felt the head of Vic's cock as it pressed against my wet
pussy lips. I was glad that it was my safe period. I had
complications with birth control pills and used a diaphragm when Don
and I had sex during my fertile periods. Vic had his stiff dick
lined up with my vagina. It sank in a couple of inches. This was the
first time that another man's penis had been inside of me since Don
and I had started dating back in high school. I had to admit that it
felt good as it filled me up. I wrapped my nylon stocking covered
legs around Vic's waist as his pubic bone hit my stiff clitoris. It
felt to good to even think of having him stop now.

      Vic continued to kiss me as his long hard dick stroked in and
out of my quivering belly. His pelvic bone bumped my clitty each
time he drove his cock into my pussy. It only required a few minutes
for me to reach another orgasm. I had my arms around his neck and
was eagerly kissing his lips as he stroked harder. There was
something illicitly exciting about having a man other than my
husband screwing me. I reached a third climax just before Vic shot
his sperm deep into my belly. I lay panting on the bed with Vic
still between my legs and his penis slowly shrinking in size and
softening inside my overflowing vagina.

      Vic whispered in my ear, "That was fantastic. When can we do
it again?" I was trembling, but began to feel guilty about cheating
on Don. As far as I know, he had never cheated on me. Now, I lay on
my back with Don's best friend's cock buried in my pussy with his
sperm coating the insides of my womb. I was just glad that I had
another week before my fertile period. I felt Vic's softened penis
slither out of my vagina and some of our juices begin to drip down
between my bottom cheeks. I rolled over and reached for a box of
tissues beside the bed and stemmed the tide of sperm from wetting
the back of my dress.

      I reached for my black silk panties, but Vic grabbed them
first. I looked up into his brown eyes as he said, "I'll make a
trade. Your panties for a promise that we'll do this again real
soon." I already felt guilty about what we had done and told him so.
If it had not been for the three screwdrivers that I had to drink, I
did not mention that watching the couples on the morning talk show
had gotten me horny to begin with, this would probably never have
happened. "Okay. I'll give you your panties, but you have to at
least think about meeting me again." I could not go home without my
panties. Don likes to reach up under my dress on the way home from
parties and play with my little hairless pussy. How could I explain
to him about my missing panties? I promised to at least think about
giving Vic a call and meeting him some day. He gave me my panties.

      I went to the bathroom and freshened up. A new coating of
lipstick was needed. I had left my purse inside the front door. I
would try to avoid Don until I looked like we did when we had
arrived. The back of my dress was wrinkled a little, but that
couldn't be helped now. Luckily, I picked up my purse and touched up
my make-up without Don or anyone else noticing anything out of the
ordinary. I did not have anything else to drink and when I found
Don, he had sobered up as well. We bade our farewells to Bob, Susan
and the others, and left for home.

      Don, true to form, as he drove through the darkened streets,
put his hand on my leg and began to push my dress up to the tops of
my thighs. I was still wet with Vic's sperm as it seeped out of my
vagina. I knew that the crotch-band of my panties was soaked. I
tried to hold my husband's hand back, but he was insistent. In the
light of the streetlights, he could see the tops of my black nylon
stockings and he worked his hand to the wet crotch of my panties.
"You are wet tonight!" he exclaimed as he began massaging the wet
silk against my hairless vagina lips. "You must be really horny. I'm
glad that the kids are at the baby sitter's tonight. Don't worry,
Baby, when we get home, I'll take care of you." I didn't have the
heart to tell him that someone already had taken care of me.

      We arrived home without any incidents other than Don rubbing
my love button for so long that I came in the car as we were nearing
our driveway. Don parked the car, turned around and kissed me on the
lips. I kissed him with intense passion as I floated down from my
orgasm. I meekly followed Don into the house. He led me straight to
the bedroom, where he took me into his arms and kissed me again.
When he told me that he loved me, I almost cried.

      Don unbuttoned my red mini dress and let it slip down off my
shoulders. I stood before him in my black silk lingerie. He unhooked
my brassiere and it joined my dress on the floor beside our
king-sized bed. My nipples were slightly red from the working over
the Vic had given them earlier in the evening. Don lowered his mouth
to them and waves of sensations soared throughout my body as my
swollen nipples responded to my husband's mouth and tongue. I could
feel my panties getting wetter by the minute as I began to moan. Don
slipped my panties down over my hips and they slithered to the
floor. His fingers massaged my clitoris again until I had yet
another orgasm. This time, when I recovered, I wanted to suck Don's
cock. I knew he loved it when I did that for him.

      I dropped to my knees onto the carpeted floor. I unbuckled
Don's pants and pulled them, along with his under shorts, down
around his ankles. His long penis was standing at attention. I
wasted little time in grabbing it in both hands and licking around
the circumcised head with my tongue. I looked up into his green eyes
as I sucked my husband's big cock. He said, "Cindy, you're
beautiful. I love it when you are on you knees sucking my cock." His
hands went behind my head and began to speed up my movements. I
thought that he was going to cum down my throat. I actually like it
when he does that, but he pulled his cock out of my mouth, lifted me
up off the floor and laid me on the bed.

      Don swung up and over me as he climbed between my opened legs.
His wet cock sank all the way inside of my seeping vagina in one
push. I was having my second hard penis tonight and I was almost
ready to cum simply from having been entered! Don did not make more
than three strokes before I had a very powerful orgasm. I squealed
and my body bucked up and down on his stiff cock. When I was almost
back to normal, Don began whispering to me about letting another man
screw me. "Just think, you will see Reggie again. I bet he'll make a
pass at you again. I bet he'd love to sink his big black cock all
the way inside of your hairless cunt! Wouldn't you enjoy having
another cock stroking in and out of your cunt? I bet Reggie's cock
is big and black. Wouldn't you like to feel how far inside you a
long cock could reach?"

      After having Vic's cock inside of me tonight, hearing Don
speaking to me this way drove me right over the edge. I came harder
than I ever had before in my life. Don had to hold me down on the
bed as he stroked his cock in and out of my dripping pussy. Finally,
Don added his sperm to Vic's. My entire body was trembling as we lay
in each other's arms. I thought about what it had felt like to have
another man make love to me. I decided that I loved my husband too
much to screw around.  We had talked to each other and fantasized
about other men making love to me while Don and I made love, but it
had only been fantasies until tonight. The next time that I had a
chance to talk to Vic, I would simply have to tell him that what we
had done was wrong and I never wanted to cheat on my husband again.

	******************************************************

      Monday morning rolled around. I had gotten the kids off to
school and Don off to work. I was sipping a cup of coffee and
watching another morning talk show. This time, the theme was
interracial couples. I had put on a thin pink top and a pair of
white shorts. Don had been a sex maniac every since the party on
Friday night. I didn't even put on any underwear this morning. I had
not worn any since the party.

      Don and the kids had been gone for a little over an hour when
the doorbell rang. I wondered who it could be as I answered the
door. I was surprised to find that it was Bob, Don's boss. "Hello,
Cindy. I hate to bother you so early in the morning, but I have some
business that I need to discuss." I told him that Don had left for
work an hour before. He said he needed to speak with me. I invited
him in. We sat on the sofa in the den after I had asked if he wanted
a cup of coffee and he declined. "Cindy, I have something that you
need to watch. I had bought some new video equipment last week and I
had set it up and was playing with it on Friday afternoon.
Unfortunately, I recorded something that I probably should not have.
Here, let me slip this tape into your machine." He put a tape into
our VCR and hit the play button. When the tape began playing on the
television, my heart sank in my chest. It was a tape of Vic and me
in the bedroom!

      I sat in horror as I watched the image of Vic pushing me onto
the bed and laying on top of me. I hoped that the tape would stop
before anything else happened. It didn't. Everything was on the
tape. Every dirty little detail was recorded. When the tape had
ended, just after I had slipped my panties back on to return to the
party, I turned to Bob. He was smiling at me. "You have always put
on an act of being so shy and demur. I'm glad to see that my faith
in womankind has been restored. You can keep this tape. It is only a
copy. I have the original locked up in our safe." From the grin that
Bob had on his lips and the twinkle in his blue eyes, I knew that he
wanted something.

      Bob stood up. I could see that the front of his trousers were
tented outward by a very large sized hard on. He slowly unbuckled
his belt, and pulled down his zipper. "You know what this means,
don't you, Cindy? It means that you and I are going to be good
friends from now on. Right now, I'm in the mood to have my cock
sucked.  You know what they say; oral sex isn't really adultery.
And, what's good enough for the President of the United States is
good enough for the President of your husband's company." By this
time he had lowered his trousers and his shorts. Bob had a cock that
was not only thick, but it looked to be about nine inches long. Even
though I was determined to not give him the satisfaction of going
down on him, my mouth still watered when I saw the size of his
monster. I asked Bob to leave.

      "Come on, Cindy. There's no reason to be shy now. You wouldn't
want Don and you family to be given a copy of this tape would you?
Imagine if your kids got to see mommy partying with Uncle Vic.
That's right. Although, I'm not saying that I would ever do such a
thing. I'm your friend. I want you to be my friend. Come over and
suck my cock, and your children will never see what a slut they have
for a mommy." Don had said that Bob was ruthless in doing business.
I now knew that he was ruthless with everyone. I was trying to think
of a way out of my situation when he said, "Cindy, I want you over
here on your knees and sucking my cock in ten seconds or I'm pulling
up my pants and leaving. You know what will happen tomorrow! One.
Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight."

      I realized that I had no other choice. My mind was screaming,
"No!" as I moved off the sofa and was on my knees in front of Bob
before he could count to nine. "Now that's a good girl! Take my cock
in your hands and stroke it a few times just to let it know that you
like it. That's right! Good girl! Now lean forward and kiss the
head. No wet your lips first. Oh, yea! That's it." Bob's hands moved
behind my head and he forced the domed head of his erect penis into
my mouth and began stroking it in and out. Within a couple of
minutes, he was forcing his cock into my mouth as if it were a
vagina. The oversized head of his large cock was plumbing the deeps
of my mouth and expanding my throat as he continued to attempt to
sink more and more of his stiff cock down my throat. I was almost in
a state of shock!

      Within minutes, Bob exclaimed, "Cindy, get ready for me to
cum! I don't want you to loose a drop. Swallow it all! Here it
comes!" His hands gripped the back of my head and he drove almost
the entire nine inches down my throat and held it there for over a
minute as it pulsed and spewed semen directly down into my stomach.
When I was finally able to jerk my head off his cock, I coughed and
gasped for air. A strand of his sperm dripped from my mouth and
landed on the front of my pink top. "Cindy, you did not swallow it
all like I told you to. Just for that, I'll have to come back again
tomorrow and let you try it again."  I tried to reason with him. He
said that when I learned to do as he said, he would give me all the
copies of the tape, and not before. He said he would be back the
next day at the same time. Then, he pulled up his pants and left.

      I just sat there on the floor on my knees as I tried to fully
comprehend the situation that I had gotten myself into. A few days
ago, I was a normal wife, mother and homemaker. Now, I had let one
man screw me at a party and my husband's boss had forced me to suck
his dick in my own home. Finally, I was able to get up off the floor
and slowly walk to the kitchen.

      I drank another cup of coffee, but the taste of Bob's semen
still lingered on my tongue. I was troubled as much about the fact
that my clitoris was hard and I had to go to the bedroom and
masturbate just to get some relief, as I was about sucking Bob's big
cock. I spent the rest of the day trying vainly to come up with a
way to get the tapes away from Bob without him coming back to the
house. Vic called to tell me how much he enjoyed Friday night. I
told him that I could never do that again and hung up the phone.
When the kids got home from school, I tried to act normal. That
night, Don was like a sex maniac in bed. I came several times before
he emptied his balls inside of my belly. He never gave me an
opportunity to tell him about the mess that I had gotten myself in.
At least I was glad that this had happened now instead of next
weekend. By the weekend, my fertile cycle would begin and I would
need to wear the diaphragm when Don and I made love.

      The next morning, Don and the kids left at the usual time. For
some reason, I took a shower and put on a new light blue pull over
top and a pair of dark blue shorts before Bob was supposed to
arrive. I brushed my hair and even put on lipstick. I just wanted to
be presentable, I told myself as I looked into my own blue eyes in
the mirror. The doorbell rang and I let Bob into our home. He
strolled into the den, dropped his pants and sat down on the sofa.
"Cindy, you know what to do."  He had not even said hello. "Remember
the video tapes? On your knees, Slut, and suck my cock!"

      I wanted to scream at Bob and tell him to get the hell out of
my house, but I remembered his threat to send copies of the tape to
my family. I slowly dropped to my knees in front of my husband's
boss. His cock was hard already as I wet my lips and lowered my
mouth onto the domed head. I swirled my tongue around and around the
head for a couple of minutes before I took it into my mouth. I
worked up and down on his huge tool in the hopes that he would be
pleased enough to give me all the copies of the video tape that he
had of me. I did not know at that time how futile that idea was.

      Bob's cell phone rang as I was trying to swallow his entire
nine-inch cock. I stopped as he answered and was waiting for him to
hang up before I continued. He reached behind my head and pulled my
mouth back down onto his cock as he discussed a computer sale over
the phone. I went back to sucking his big cock as he talked on the
phone. Somewhere deep inside me, I knew that he was treating me like
his personal whore. I could not explain why the crotch of my shorts
was becoming wet.

      Bob concluded the business arrangement and hung up just as he
was shooting his thick sperm down my throat. This time, I managed to
swallow every drop. He fired a large quantity of semen into my mouth
and throat as I bobbed my head up and down on his pulsating shaft.
My clitoris was throbbing in need as I sat back and looked up into
Bob's bright blue eyes. "Thank you, Slut. You were much better this
time. You have graduated beyond blowjobs. Tomorrow, I want you to
wear some sexy lingerie when you open the door. Maybe a push-up
brassiere and a garter belt. And wear a little more make-up. I want
you to be attractive when I fuck you." Bob got up, rearranged his
clothes and left without saying another word. My clit was so
swollen; I had to rub it for an hour just to get the eleven orgasms
I needed to calm down. That night, Don and I made love twice.

      The next morning was Wednesday. Everyone left to go to school
and work on time. I took a quick shower, fixed my hair, applied my
make-up, put on a black pair of nylons attached to a red satin
garter belt and a red satin pair of bikini panties. I had a matching
red satin under-wire brassiere that added a letter size to my bust.
I had just checked myself in the mirror when the doorbell rang. I
slipped my feet into a pair of high heel slippers before I went to
open the front door. I thought that maybe today, he would give me
the incriminating videotapes if I did exactly what he said.

      As Bob brushed past me, he said, "Good morning, Cindy. You
look very nice this morning. Lead me to the master bedroom." I led
the way toward the master bedroom. I had been so busy getting
dressed for Bob's arrival; I had not had time to make the beds. Bob
took hold of the rumpled covers and flung them onto the floor.
"Okay, Cindy. Get up on the bed and lay down." I did as he had said.
Bob pulled a small camera out of his jacket pocket and took a
picture of me lying on my bed in my lingerie.

      I jumped up from the bed and cried, "Wait a minute! I am only
cooperating with you to get those videotapes. That does not mean
that I will pose for dirty pictures!" I had told him off! I was so
proud of myself. I had given him limits and I felt as if I might be
able to take charge of the situation. I looked up into Bob's bright
blue eyes defiantly.

      "Very well. If that's the way you feel. I only wanted these
pictures for the scrapbook that I keep in my safe at home. I'll be
leaving now. I'm sure your children will enjoy their copies of the
videotapes of their mother in action. Have a pleasant day." Bob
walked out of the bedroom and went down the hallway. I caught up
with him just as he opened the front door.

      "Bob, please give me the tapes." He looked at me and smiled as
he walked out the front door. I was desperate. "Okay! You win! I'll
pose for you." Bob stopped and slowly turned around. "You'll pose
anyway, and anywhere, I say?" My situation was hopeless. I
reluctantly nodded my head. "Okay, then. Come on out and get into my
car." I shook my head. He wanted to take me away from the relative
safety of my home. "Just leave your door unlocked and close it. I'll
have you back in an hour or two." I realized that he also wanted me
to walk out to his car in my lingerie! Bob was almost to his car as
he called out to me over his shoulder, "You'd better be in the car
when I get there or else your kiddies get some family home videos
that they will never forget." He was almost to his car already. I
glanced at our neighbor's houses and saw no one outside. I pulled
the front door closed as I ran as fast as my high heel shoes would
allow me to get to the passenger door of his car before he got
inside.

      Bob used his remote control to unlock the doors. I yanked open
the passenger's door and quickly jumped inside. His windows were
tinted a dark color and afforded some privacy. I looked at all the
neighbor's homes and was relieved to see that no one had seen me
running to a strange man's car wearing nothing but red satin
brassiere, panties, garter belt, black nylon stockings and high heel
shoes. Bob got in the driver's side and said, "I'm glad to see that
you have changed your mind. There is no telling what emotional
scarring might result if your little children saw those tapes." He
started the engine, backed the car out of the driveway and headed
for the building where Don works.

      Bob drove in silence. I was extremely nervous. His hands were
busy, though. He told me to spread my legs. Then, his right hand
massaged my red panty covered hairless cunny as he drove us closer
to my husband's place of work. I was scared and could not understand
why my juices were flowing. Bob's fingers made squelching sounds as
they stroked in and out of my juicy slit after he had pulled the
satin material out of the way. I lost control twice and came on his
fingers.

      As I recovered from a gigantic orgasm, I noticed that we had
pulled into the parking lot of the computer building that Bob owned.
I was still breathing heavily as Bob spoke, "Okay, Cindy, I want you
to get out of the car and stand in front of the sign on the
building. That way, I'll be able to remember where we were when you
posed for me." I told him that I couldn't get out of the car here.
"There's traffic moving up and down the street. Some one will see
me. Besides, what if Don, or some one else, looks out the window and
sees me?" A stern look from Bob was all it took to convince me to
cooperate. I opened the door and timidly stepped out of the car. In
my thin red satin lingerie, I felt naked as I forced myself to walk
to the sign. A passing car blew it's horn as I turned around to face
the car. Bob yelled for me to,  "Smile." I forced a smile and he
told me to turn my upper body to give him a profile view as he
snapped several pictures from the open driver's door window. I was
told to smile again as he shot two more photos. Another car blew its
horn as I scrambled to get back in Bob's car.

      Bob played with my pussy all the way home. He called me his
"Slut", but for some strange reason, the name only made me hotter. I
came four times before we arrived back home.  Bob pulled back into
our driveway and shut off his engine. He turned his blue eyes toward
me and said, "For giving me a hard time when I wanted to take your
picture, you get to blow me, instead of me fucking your cunt." I
actually felt disappointed that he was not going to use his big
thick cock in my hungry pussy. "Well? What are you waiting for?
Unzip my pants, pull my cock out and suck it."

      I knew better than to argue with Bob. My hands were shaking as
my fingers drew down the tab of his zipper. He pushed his seat back
and tilted the steering wheel out of his way. I reached inside of
his shorts and pulled out his semi-hard penis. It felt so warm and
powerful as it expanded in my hands. "Show me how good of a
cocksucker you are." He commanded as his large right hand moved
behind my head and pulled my face against his swelling shaft. I
opened my mouth and took the domed head of my husband's boss's large
cock into my mouth.

      Bob was really was using me as his personal whore. I bobbed my
head slowly up and down on his rigid pole. He was blackmailing me
with the videotape of my night of indiscretion with Vic. I licked up
and down the sides of his erect penis. He had forced me to let him
take pictures of me in public while I wore nothing but sexy red
satin lingerie. I was swallowing over half of Bob's stiff prick as
my head moved up and down on the long, thick shaft. I had no idea
what he was going to do with the photos. My hand was fondling his
heavy balls as my lips sucked his cock down my throat. Deep inside,
I knew he would use those photos to blackmail me into doing even
more against my will. I rammed my head downward and managed to
swallow most of his strong hard cock.

      Bob grabbed the back of my head and forced his entire cock
down my throat as it fired the first of several salvos of sperm. I
tried to relax my throat muscles in order not to choke and gag as
the extremely large cock pulsated and jerked in my stretched throat.
When he released the back of my head, I pulled back to get some air
into my lungs before I went back down on Bob's big cock. I licked up
every drop to make sure that I had not lost any of his cum. I could
not explain why I wanted to please Bob with my ability to suck his
cock. I was out of control. When I finally raised head up from Bob's
lap, he grinned and mumbled, "Cindy, you make such a good slut. Too
bad I have a meeting with another client in half an hour, or else, I
would screw you on Don's bed. I love screwing married women on their
marriage bed. It makes it more exciting for me. Maybe tomorrow? Now
get your ass out of my car so I can meet Mr. Reggie Grant for
lunch."

      I glanced at the other homes on our street through the darkly
tinted windows of Bob's car and was relieved to see that no one
would see me as I opened the car door and ran for the front door of
our home. Bob blew his horn just as I reached the safety of the
entranceway. I turned to see him taking another picture. "Smile," he
ordered. With one hand on the doorknob, I turned and did as he had
commanded. I saw our older next door neighbor come out on her front
porch. I hurriedly opened the door and ducked inside. The crotch of
my panties was soaking wet. I spent the next two hours in bed
masturbating as my mind relived the morning's events. I managed to
take a quick shower and start supper before the children got home
from school.

      That night, Don and I made love twice. I was exhausted by the
time he came inside of me the second time. I don't remember anything
afterwards. I think I had passed out. Thursday morning, I crawled
out of bed and got everyone off to school and work.  I took a bubble
bath and languished in the tub for half an hour as I soaked and
shaved my underarms, legs and vagina. Just as I was patting myself
dry, the phone rang. Naturally, it was Bob. "Hello, Cindy. I'll be
there in fifteen minutes. Wear a garter belt, stockings, high heels,
your wedding rings and nothing else. I want to fuck you on Don's bed
this morning." The phone clicked as the line went dead. He had not
given me time to try to refuse his demand. I went to the bedroom
drawer where I kept my special lingerie.

      When Bob arrived, I greeted him in a black satin with lace
trim garter belt, black nylon stockings, a pair of black high heel
sandals and my wedding rings. I had also applied makeup and quickly
styled my hair. Also, I had inserted my diaphragm. I figured it was
better to be safe than sorry. Bob smiled as I let him in the front
door. He took my right hand and led me to mine and my husband's
bedroom where he pushed me down onto the made up bed. Bob told me,
"Cindy, be a good little slut and suck my cock to get it long and
hard. Do a good enough job, and I'll shove it somewhere else this
morning." I unzipped his expensive trousers and unbuckled his belt.
I pushed both his pants and underwear down and bent forward to
engulf the head of his soft penis in my warm wet mouth.   Feeling
the member swelling in size rewarded me.

      Bob let me suck his cock for several minutes before he pushed
me back onto the bed. He pushed my legs apart and climbed between
them. I could not understand why I was so excited. Bob was
blackmailing me and I was so turned on, I thought that I would have
an orgasm if he just touched my clitoris. He guided the head of his
huge tool to my wet slit and rubbed it against my erect clitty. My
body bowed upwards as a wave of ecstasy washed over me. By the time
I had regained some control, Bob had already buried half of his
oversized cock in my stretched pussy.

      Bob began shoving his cock in and out. He would sink it a
little deeper each time he shoved forward. I could tell he was
longer than my husband was because it was stretching me where I had
never been stretched before. I looked up into his handsome face and
was mesmerized by his deep blue eyes. By the time Bob was all the
way inside of my tummy, I realized that he must be almost two inches
deeper than my husband has ever been.  Bob was in my virgin
territory! My arms and legs wrapped themselves around him as he
moved up and down on me. My eyes must have rolled back in my head as
I experienced another orgasm as he took long strokes in and out of
my pussy.  My toes curled and the entire world seemed to swirl
around and around. Bob kept me cuming for several minutes. I
squealed as I felt his cock spewing his sperm inside of my tummy. I
must have passed out because when I came to, he was gone. I was
totally unaware that Bob had taken pictures of my unconscious body,
as it lay sprawled across the bed. He had even taken close-up shots
of his sperm dribbling out of my stretched vagina. He had chuckled
to himself as he got dressed and left our home.

      That evening, Don made love to me yet again. Again, I wore my
diaphragm. After all, I did not want to have another child. At
least, not while the problems with Bob blackmailing me was still
going on. Maybe after I got the videotape back, Don and I might
consider having another baby.

	***************************************************

      Friday morning, I had taken a bath almost as if I was looking
forward to Bob's sexual demands. I was picking out some lingerie
when the phone rang. Sure enough, it was my blackmailer. He told me
to get dressed to go out to lunch. "Wear something sexy. The dress
and lingerie that you wore at our party last weekend when you let
Vic fuck you will be appropriate. I'll pick you up in forty-five
minutes. Don't make me wait." The phone went dead. I quickly got
dressed in the black satin lingerie and red mini dress that I had
worn last Friday night to the party.

      As I applied my make up, I looked at my reflection in the
mirror and asked myself why I was letting Bob use me this way? He
was leading me down the road to ruin. I should not be cooperating
with him. Don and I could move to a different part of the country.
He could get another job. We could find another house. I was just
dreaming. Bob would find us and would send copies of that damn tape
to Don's new boss and our new neighbors. He might even be ruthless
enough to send a copy to my children. I knew that my only hope would
be to do as he said and hope that he gave me the videotape as he had
said he would. I noticed that my vagina was getting moist as I
prepared myself for my illicit morning meeting with my husband's
employer.

      Bob pulled up in front of our house and blew his horn. I ran
out the front door and noticed that our next door neighbor had come
out on her front porch again as I was getting into Bob's car. I
noticed that she had a smile on her old wrinkled face as we drove
off. She was the gossip of the neighborhood. By nightfall, I was
sure that everyone for blocks around would know about what she had
seen yesterday and today. I didn't know how that would affect our
standing in the neighborhood, but I knew that I would be talked
about.

      Bob put his hand under my dress as he drove. My breathing
quickened as his fingers massaged the satin material into my
creaming vagina. He pulled his car into a motel parking lot, parked
and told me to get out. I followed him up to a room. When we entered
the room, my knees began shaking and I almost fainted. Sitting on
the side of the king sized bed with his coat and tie lying beside
him was Reggie Grant. It had been years since I had seen him, but I
recognized him right away. It was easy to see that he was very tall,
broad shouldered and muscular, even in a dress shirt and slacks. He
also had very dark skin. He smiled when he saw me. "Hello, Cindy.
You look good as a blonde, Baby. Come on in here and sit with your
old boyfriend for a while."

      Bob placed his hand on the small of my back and propelled me
forward across the room. I stopped just inches away from the black
man that had always harassed me in high school. I had never dated
him, nor had I let him kiss me the time he had cornered me in the
hallway when no one else was around after classes. He was never my
boyfriend. Although, I might have considered dating him if Don and I
had not been going together at the time. Now, he sat on the edge of
the motel bed smiling very broadly as he starred up into my eyes.
"Cindy, I always told you that you had the sexiest blue eyes that I
had ever seen. They still are. The years have been kind to you,
Baby. You're still just as sexy as ever. I love what you have done
with your hair." Reggie reached up and took my hands in his as he
stood up.

      I looked up into Reggie's dark eyes as he held my hands in his
huge dark hands. Bob leaned toward my ear and whispered, "I'm going
to leave you two love birds alone for a couple of hours. Be good to
my client or else many people will see your video acting debut!" I
looked into his eyes and saw that he was completely serious. Bob
walked toward the door. I thought that surely he would not leave me
alone with Reggie. I looked up at the black man as his arms
encircled my waist and drew me to him. His thick lips were pressed
against mine and prevented me from protesting. I heard the door open
and close as Bob left the room. Reggie forced his tongue into my
mouth and halfway down my throat as he crushed me to his powerful
body.

      I wanted to cry out and run from the room, but Reggie had
already laid me down on the bed and was lying on top of me. I felt
his huge hands mauling my breasts through my dress and skimpy
brassiere. His fingers managed to pinch my nipples as his tongue
delved deeply into my mouth. My legs struggled to free themselves
only to find that one of Reggie's hands had moved between them and
was massaging my satin covered mound. I thrashed about for a few
seconds as his fingers forced the black satin panty material into my
groove and found my clitoris. I could not help the reaction that my
body had to the clitty manipulation.  I ceased struggling as I felt
an orgasm approaching.

      I was actually kissing Reggie's lips as my climax struck me.
My legs stiffened and my arms were around his neck as I bucked up
and down as his long black fingers brought me off. Afterwards, I lay
back, quivering breathlessly, as he removed my dress. I did not
protest as he opened my brassiere and began sucking my very excited
and swollen nipples. His fingers slipped inside of my panties as he
sucked my overly sensitive nipples for the next ten minutes. He made
me cum twice while he grinned down at me. "A shaved white pussy! My
favorite! Cindy, you are definitely one hot bitch!" He told me as he
yanked my panties down.

      I lay on the bed in my black satin garter belt, nylons and
high heels as Reggie stood up and removed all of his clothing. All
the things that I had heard about black men were true. He was hung
like a horse. Even soft, his cock hung half way to his knee. I had
never seen an uncircumcised penis before. Actually, I had never seen
a black one, either. Reggie climbed up onto the bed with his long
black cock swinging side to side and straddled my chest. I watched
in complete fascination as the thick black hose came closer to my
face. "I have dreamed of having you laying on a bed, helpless, I as
I feed my cock to your sweet white girl lips and watched your blue
eyes."

      Reggie's cock dangled down onto my face. A drop of fluid was
about to drip from the covered uncircumcised head as it rubbed
across my lips. He took the dark shaft and pulled the foreskin back
to expose the purple colored head of his cock. "You thought you were
too good to date a black boy in school. Well, open up your mouth for
me so you can suck my black cock. Come on, Cindy, you wouldn't want
your little white bread husband see the videotape of you fucking
another man now would you?" I opened my mouth and Reggie pushed the
large head of his cock inside. Reggie's cock had a different flavor
than Bob or my husband's cock had. It forced my lips farther apart
as it became longer and thicker.  My mouth was filled completely as
the huge twelve inch black cock became hard.

      Reggie was making up for all those times that I had turned him
down when he had asked me out for a date when we were in high
school. He was grinning down at me as he made his cock stroke in and
out of my stretched lips. Fortunately, his dick was too thick to be
forced down my throat; not that he did not try. Reggie pulled his
wet cock head from my sucking lips and moved down my body. I was
certain that his cock was too big to fit inside of my vagina. Even
after having children, I was afraid that it would be too big. I
wanted to get up and run from the huge black pole that was about to
be forced up inside of my belly, but found that I was paralyzed. I
lay on the bed; just barely being able to breathe as this large
muscular black man was about to screw me with the biggest cock that
I had seen.

      My trembling legs were pushed up and back, spreading me open.
I looked down between my boobs to see the monster penis, with its
purple head shining with my saliva, approaching my defenseless
little hairless pussy. I did notice that my nipples were swollen and
bigger than I had ever seen them. Reggie moved into position and I
felt the baseball-sized head of his pole pressing into my wet slit.
I felt as if I could not breathe as part of his weight bore down on
his penis, forcing the purple knob to disappear inside of my belly.
I had not been stretched this far since the birth of my last baby. I
moaned in pleasure-pain as another inch penetrated my violated
vagina.

      Reggie was watching my facial expressions as he began an in
and out motion. His hips were pushing and pulling as his baseball
bat sized black penis disappeared about a quarter inch at a time.
Long before he hit bottom, I could feel the oversized head of his
cock bumping against the diaphragm over my cervix. I remember hoping
that his cock did not knock it off as he began his long slow strokes
in and out of my bloated vagina. I looked up into his dark eyes as
he said, "Cindy, You should have let me do this to you years ago.
Now, I'm going to make you into my woman. I'll fuck your cunt like
that white bread hubby of yours can never do. I'm going to make you
addicted to black dick!" I had ten or twelve major orgasms over the
next forty-five minutes. His cock went far past where any penis had
gone before. I came almost every time I felt Reggie's cock pushing
my internal organs out of the way and stretching my vagina. By the
time he emptied his balls inside of me, I did not care if th phragm
was still in place or if his cock had knocked it off.

      When Reggie pulled his dripping cock from my flooded vagina,
he climbed up to straddle my head. My body was still shaking from
the orgasms that I had just experienced, I could only open my mouth
when he lowered his still swollen, but soft, shiny black cock to my
lips. I lovingly sucked our combined juices from the purple head. I
managed to bring my arms up and pulled the foreskin back to lick
around the rimmed head of Reggie's huge black cock. I looked up to
see his smiling face as he watched my sweat covered body showing my
appreciation for what he had done to me.

      I sucked Reggie's cock until he was hard again. He rolled over
onto his back and told me to mount him and ride his cock. I could
not raise myself high enough on my knees to straddle his cock. It
was too long! Finally, I was able to slide down the entire length
and make the black tool disappear inside my tummy. It was so large I
thought that I had died and gone to heaven. My orgasms all blended
together. The room swirled around and around until I passed out.

      When I came to, Reggie was gone. I lay on the bed with Bob
shaking me by the shoulders. "You are a mess. Your cunt is swollen
and stretched open. Poor Don will have to screw you in the ass if he
wants a hole tight enough to feel anything around his cock. You
smell like a sperm factory. Damn, I'm getting a hard on. Sit up and
give me a blow job before you go to the bathroom to clean up." Bob
pulled me up to a sitting position before he unzipped his pants. I
felt as if I was in a trance as I sucked his cock. After Reggie had
tried to force his cock down my throat, even Bob's nine inches
seemed small. He only took three minutes to shoot his semen down my
throat.

      We were late getting home. Bob had let me out, under the
watchful gaze of our next door neighbor, and was driving off when
the school bus with my children came down the street. I knew that I
had not managed to repair all the damage to my make up and hair in
the motel bathroom, so I hurried into the house as fast as my shaky
legs and sore vagina would let me move. The old woman smiled
knowingly and chuckled as I went inside the front door. My face was
red and my legs were wobbling as I made my way to the master bedroom
and closed the door. My hands were shaking as I filled the bathtub,
removed my clothes and sat down in the warm soothing water.  My
children knocked on the door. I told them, "Mommy is busy now. Make
yourselves a sandwich and get some juice to drink."  I lay back in
to warm water for half an hour.

      I had gotten out of the tub and dried off when Don came home
from work early. "Guess what?" He asked me excitedly, "Bob made me
Vice President! I'm in charge of the new account with the sports
equipment manufacturing company. You remember me telling you about
it. Reggie Grant owns the company. Good old Reggie came by the
office this afternoon and said that he wanted his friend from high
school working closely with him. Bob invited Reggie, you and me to a
private party at his house tomorrow night. Doesn't that sound
great?" Some how, I did not think "great" was the proper term.

	***************************************************

      The next afternoon, while Don was out taking care of some
business, a package arrived. It was from Bob. Inside were some
clothing and videotape with a note attached. "This is the other copy
of the original. If you do everything correctly tonight, you may
earn the original videotape. When you and Don come for dinner, wear
these clothes, and only these clothes. You may wear your wedding
rings, jewelry and cosmetics, but no other clothing."

      I took the box to the master bedroom and inspected the
clothing. A skimpy blue wrap dress, blue garter belt, a pair of
black silk stockings and a pair of blue very high-heeled sandals was
all it contained. I sat down on the bed in shock. Bob expected me to
go to his party where Reggie was to be the guest of honor, while not
wearing a brassiere or panties! I thought about calling him and
telling him off. What if Don noticed that I was leaving the house
without panties? I looked at the videotape and the note again. I had
to get that other tape! I had no other choice. I went to take a
bubble bath to get ready.

	************************************************

      Don was impressed with the way I looked in the short blue wrap
dress. It had a plunging neckline that dipped below where a
brassiere would have shown, if I had been wearing one. The hemline
stopped half way up my thigh. It was a good thing that the silk
stockings reached the tops of my thighs or else they might have been
seen as I sat down. Having my bare nipples rubbing against the
fabric of the dress was bad enough. Knowing that my shaven vagina
and bottom was bare beneath the dress would make me very careful
about the way I sat down.

      I did not think that Bob or Reggie would try to do anything to
me while Don was there, but I carried my diaphragm in my purse, just
in case. The night before, I had turned away the excited advances of
my husband for the first time in years. My vagina was sore from the
workout that Reggie had given it yesterday afternoon. I promised
myself that I would make it up to Don when we returned home tonight.
We sent the children to the baby sitter's house for the night and
left for Bob and Susan's house. In the car, I had to fend off Don's
hands from exploring under my dress. Not having any panties would be
difficult to explain.

      Susan opened the door when Don rang the front door bell. She
wore a beautiful emerald green dress that was cut low enough to show
the tops of her big breasts. The knee-length skirt flared out and
she wore matching high heels and dark stockings with seams up the
back. Her red hair was piled artfully on top of her head and she
wore dangling emerald earrings and a matching necklace. She sure
could make most women feel insecure about their looks.

      Susan led us to their large den where Bob, Reggie and two
other large black men were sitting and sipping on mixed drinks.
Susan asked Don and I what we wanted to drink and went to the bar to
mix them. I let the rum and coke slide down my throat as I saw the
look that Reggie and his two friends giving me. Bob introduced the
two men as Dubon and Ron, officers in Reggie's company. Don talked
with them as if he already knew them. Don was going to have an
office at their manufacturing plant as soon as the contract was
signed. Reggie was looking into my eyes as he said that he would
decide tonight if he were going to sign on the dotted line. The
contract meant a thirty percent pay raise for my husband and the
possibility of getting the incriminating videotape from Bob, but, I
did not know if I would be able to do what Reggie obviously had in
mind.

      Dinner was very embarrassing for me. Susan had staggered us
around the table. I sat between Reggie and Dubon, his Vice President
of Marketing, while Don sat between Bob and Ron. Susan sat between
Ron and Reggie. We had just sat down when I felt hands on each of my
thighs. Don sat on the other side of the table and could not see
that I was busy trying to push the hands away. I tried to maintain a
show as if nothing were wrong as one of the hands found the flapped
over opening of the wrap dress and reached inside to my bare vagina
lips. I made a squeaking sound and a sharp intake of breath as the
hand moved instantly to my clitoris and began to massage it. I moved
both of my hands to the hand between my legs in an attempt to shove
it away from my clit, but was loosing the battle. The other hand had
found the bow that held the front of my dress together and had
untied it. I grabbed the top of my dress to hold it together as the
lower part was flipped open completely.

      For the next half-hour, I sat in at the dinner table, in a
constant state of sexual excitement, trying not to make too much
noise as I experienced one silent climax after another. Luckily, Don
was too preoccupied with his conversation about computer business
with Bob and Ron to notice what was being done to his wife. The
black maid that served us our food smiled smirkingly as she observed
my dress parted under the table and how the two large black men were
making me cum on their long dark fingers. By the time that dessert
was served, I was an emotional wreck. I had not even touched the
food that had been set before me. When Reggie and Dubon pulled my
hands to the front of their trousers and I found that they had taken
out their huge penis, I reflexively curled my fingers around them
and began to stroke them.

      I heard Don telling me as if through a dense fog, "Cindy, I
have to run to the office to pick up some paperwork. You stay here
and help Bob and Susan entertain our clients. I'll be back in an
hour or so." He was up and out the door before I could think of a
way to go with him.     No sooner than the door closed behind him
than Reggie leaned over and kissed my lips. I was nearing another
climax and did not pull away. I squealed a little around Reggie's
lips as I came for him. Susan's voice said, "Perhaps we should
adjourn to the den for after dinner entertainment." I tried to pull
my blue wrap dress closed but it was taken from me as I was pulled
to my feet wearing nothing but my garter belt, nylons and high heel
shoes. Reggie's wool jacket rubbed against my bare nipples as he
hugged me to his muscular body and kissed my lips.

      Susan was smiling at me as she, arm in arm with Ron, led
everyone to the den. I had Reggie on one side of me and Dubon on the
other as their hands pinched my swollen nipples and stroked into my
wet slit to rub my clitty or sink deep in my sensitive vagina. The
several rum and coke drinks, and the many orgasms, were making me
dizzy as I was led to a large leather sofa where Reggie sat on one
side and Dubon sat on the other. Their tongues and fingers went over
every square inch of my body. I did not care who saw what we were
doing. I was too excited. Dubon was kissing my lips for several
minutes until Reggie pulled me down to lie on the sofa. He had
removed all of his clothes and had a massive hard on. I already knew
that I could handle his foot long cock, even if it did feel as if it
were turning my insides inside out. He moved between my legs and it
went in more easily than it did the day before.

      I glanced over to see Susan with her head in Ron's lap bobbing
up and down on a long hard black cock. Since Reggie seemed to want
me all for himself, Dubon went to where Ron and Susan sat together
on the other sofa and sank to the floor between her parted legs. He
lifted her dress and petticoats and kissed her thighs above her
stocking tops. She parted her legs even more and I once again saw
that she was a natural redhead. She wore no panties tonight either.
I felt a climax approaching and lost track of the rest of the people
in the room as the fireworks began going off in my head.

      When I recovered, I remembered that it was my fertile period
and that my diaphragm was in my purse. I pleaded with Reggie to pull
out so that I could get my diaphragm. He only laughed. "Cindy, I
have waited a long time to shoot my cum inside of your twat. I'm not
pulling out now. From now on, you will never use any birth control
when I fuck you. Keep using it with your hubby though. I certainly
don't want him to knock you up. From now on, your cunt belongs to
me. Dubon wanted to fuck your cunt tonight, but, now that I know I
can make you pregnant, he'll just have to settle for a blowjob.
After we know you are pregnant with my child, I'll take you to the
plant and let my workers sample your sweet little white girl twat as
a reward for them working hard."

      I tried to tell him that I was not that kind of woman. He
laughed and said, "Then why are you starring in porno videos?" I
looked up to see that Bob had a video camera and was recording the
screwing that Reggie was giving me. I tried to say that I was being
taken against my will, but had an orgasm in the middle of my
explanation. Reggie rolled over and we landed on the floor with him
on his back and me sitting on top. I started to get up and run away,
but it felt so good as I rose up to run that my foot slipped. When I
slid all the way back down on that hard black shaft, I reached
another orgasm. I lost all sense of shame and any will power I had
left vanished.

      I was riding up and down on Reggie's cock and was about to
climax for at least the twentieth time when I felt a greased penis
being inserted into my rectum. I was afraid that it was one of the
other black cocks and would split me open. Either the orgasms had
relaxed me enough for them to go right in, or it was a smaller
penis. I turned to see who was violating my back passage. I was
shocked. It was my husband!

      Don was lying on my back as his more than average sized cock
worked in and out of my bottom. We had sex this way a few times. I
usually had to be both horny and drunk to let him take me there.
Don's cock could feel Reggie's much bigger penis in my permanently
stretched vagina as they each stroked in and out of my tummy. All
three of us came together. I had never felt anything that compared
to the experience.

      We lay on the carpet, still joined together as I heard Reggie
giving my husband instructions, "From now on, you are not to screw
Cindy's pussy. Her pussy belongs to me. Do you understand? Good. I
have also decided that Cindy is going to have my baby. Maybe two or
three babies. If you had not of gotten your white ass in the way
back in high school, she would have already had my babies. When I
tire of her, I'll pass her around to my friends. Do the two of you
understand?" The room was quiet. Even Susan and the other two black
men had stopped screwing to hear the response. When I heard my
husband, who was still buried in my rectum, say, "I understand.
Cindy will have your babies." I could not refuse either.

	*************************************************

      That was two years and two babies ago. Bob got his contract
and computerized the sports manufacturing business. Don is still the
Vice President and makes plenty of money. He has hired a governess
for our children. It is the black woman that was Bob and Susan's
maid. I visit several times a week. I think they are sleeping
together.

      I am living with Reggie, Juanisia, our daughter, and Bohutu,
our son. She has a coffee and cream complexion and looks just like
me. He has very black skin and is going to be powerfully built just
like his father. Reggie liked it when my breasts were swollen with
milk during my pregnancies so much, I had become a size D cup with
huge nipples, that he paid some doctor to give me a prescription for
lactating hormones. The doctor said I could produce milk for the
next twenty or thirty years as long as I kept taking the hormones.
Between the two babies and Reggie, I am milked morning, noon and
night. Some times, I feel that I am nothing more than a milk cow
that Reggie likes to fuck with his huge black cock at least once a
day.

      At least, I am contented.

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