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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Reality {Lyndon Brown} (MF cons wife)
Date: Thu, 27 Jul 2000 04:10:04 -0400
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This is the first story I wrote. I put it together to win a T-shirt from
Penthouse Letters. Its kind of a reverse-image of their usual story:I didn't
think it would be published.They put it on the cover! I didn't like the way
they edited the story: they removed the edge, and mangled the one punchline.
And I never got the frigging shirt!
You don't have to send me a shirt, but I would appreciate your advice and
comments!
Reality by Lyndon Brown
In the stories I've read, husbands are always willing and eager to share
their wives with another man. The wives always still look like high school
cheerleaders, and all will abandon their good sense, morals and inhibitions
upon first sight of a big stiff cock, especially a black one. All black men
have thick ten-inch cocks, which never lose their stiffness, even after
multiple massive ejaculations. All real people are not like this. But some
are.
My job requires that I live away from my home and family. I never worried
about my wife when we were apart. We thoroughly enjoyed our catch-up time in
bed whenever I could manage a weekend at the house.
When my son asked if one of his buddies could stay with him, until the
disruption caused by his parents' divorce settled down, I saw no problem. I
even talked with Tony briefly several times when he answered our phone. He
seemed like a nice kid.
I met Tony, or "Pony" as his friends call him, when I was able to arrange a
long weekend at home last month. He, my son, and some other guys were
shooting hoops in our driveway when I arrived. Tony turned out to be a
tall, athletically built young black man. His size, strength and dark
powerful presence were almost intimidating. I couldn't imagine him being too
comfortable sleeping on our couch.
My wife, Joan, and I spent some time with friends out in our backyard. It's
the time of year when nature seems all green and perfect, and all the trees
and plants are exploding with blooms and blossoms. The house and yard were
beautiful, and seemed well worth the mortgage payments I mail home each
month.
Joan had started an exercise program and was pleased and proud of the
results. She has always had nice legs and magnificent breasts, but has had
to struggle with her weight. She was now trimmed and toned and looked better
than I had ever seen her.
I was anticipating our reunion in bed, but when she left the bathroom
wearing her thread-bare old "sleep only" T-shirt, I knew there was a
problem. She explained that all the pollen had aggravated her sinuses and
given her a miserable headache. She asked if I would just snuggle with her,
and rub her neck and temples until she could sleep. Her aspirin kicked in
and she slept. Eventually my erection subsided and I slept too.
I awoke in the middle of the night. A cold stab of irrational panic attacked
me when I found her side of the bed empty. I thought of Tony on the couch
and fear filled me. Bright moonlight from the windows revealed her T-shirt
on the foot of the bed. Her lingerie drawer stood partly open.
I felt my way down the dark hallway to the kitchen. Tony and Joan stood
together by the table in front of the patio doors. They were in a pool of
moonlight which streamed through the French doors. I watched, invisible in
the dark hallway, as they shared a bowl of pudding and a single glass of
milk. He wore an oversized pair of baggy sweatpants. She wore the
Frederick's nighty I bought her last Christmas.
She had worn it for me once or twice.
The underwire cups made her 42D breasts seem impossibly firm and full. Her
nipples in the moonlight seemed incredibly large and erect behind the lace,
the shadow of her cleavage impossibly dark and deep. Her thong panties were
just visible below the short skirt. Her voice had the breathless husky tone
I remembered from our college dates. I could smell her perfume and a hint of
her vaginal juices. My heart
felt like broken glass as my world crashed around me.
"Why do they call you Pony," she asked
"It's just a nickname," he said. Something twitched far below the waistband
of his sweats.
"But why Pony?" she breathed.
Something shifted the folds of cloth at his crotch.
"I think you have an idea why," he said. His fingers toyed with the
drawstrings of his sweats. "I'd have to show you," he said. He pulled the
strings taut and the bows of the knot got a touch smaller. "Do you want to
see?"
"I've got to see," she whispered, "Show me"
The knot came undone. His sweats fell to his knees. His cock was only half
erect but was already ten inches long and almost two inches thick. It
bounced with his heartbeat,stiffening and thickening as it jerkily rose from
his thighs. It rose to the horizontal, projecting from his loins.
I could hear her sharp intake of breath. "OH.. MY..GOD," she said, "Why
don't they call you Horse." She crossed the space between them and knelt at
his feet. She pulled the sweats down to the floor and he stepped forward out
of them. My wife knelt before this young stud and stared at the monster cock
inches from her nose. She seemed fascinated and unable to move. Slowly one
hand came up, and she ran her fingertips along one side of his cock, down
and back. She put her
thumb and fingertips together at the tip of his cockhead,she watched in
fascination as the head wedged them apart as her fist slid down the shaft to
his balls. She cupped and lifted those balls with her other hand, sizing and
weighing them as if to gauge how much they contained.
A single shiny pearl of precum appeared at his slit. She extended her tongue
full length and delicately lapped it up.
He and I both groaned. She grinned at that, and began licking the head, and
then the bottom side of his shaft,from tip to balls. He leaned forward and
she took his balls into her mouth. He moved her head back and to the center
and slid the tip of his cock around her lips and face and up into her hair.
She opened her mouth and took in just the head of his prick.
I could see her cheeks bulge as her tongue worked around the ridge where the
head joins the shaft. She had room for both hands to grasp and stroke the
rest of his cock.
With a groan he began to thrust into her mouth. She controlled the depth of
his penetration with her hands. She could take three, then four inches, then
almost half his length before it hit the back of her throat and she gagged.
He stopped moving then, and let her work on him. She bobbed her head back
and forth on him, twisting and stroking her hands on his shaft. She slid her
mouth all the way off, licked his cockhead frantically, tried to pry more
precum from his slit. She closed her lips at the tip of his cock, then
forced them over the head and down as for as she could reach.
The muscles in Tony's thighs and buttocks clenched and corded. His face
formed a grimace and he snarled. I was sure he was about to cum when my wife
stopped. "I have an idea," she said, "Come with me."
She led him by the cock through the doors and out onto the patio. There is
an upholstered lounge chair there. She adjusted the reclining back of the
chair, then sat back upon it. She reclined with her neck at the top edge of
chair with her head over the back. She wiggled and tried to adjust her
position, moving Tony to stand at her head.
He took this opportunity to expose her breasts. Her nipples stood hard and
erect between his fingers. Her skin seemed to glow like silver in the
moonlight, and the contrast between his black skin and hers was incredible.
Her nipples gleamed after he alternately attacked them with lips and tongue.
She groaned as he pinched both nipples between his two thumbs and
forefingers, and I think she came then for the first time.
She found the position she wanted and pulled him to her. She seemed to have
been trying to lean her head back far enough to align her mouth and throat
on the level of his cock. She put a hand on his butt, and the other at the
base of his cock to control his movement. She pulled him forward or moved
him back. She took his cock in deeper and deeper, then pushed him back to
rest or breathe or to lick some more. She took him deeper, until her lips
met his hair and his full
length was in her throat. She took her hands away then, letting him move
freely, using her mouth as he wished.
Tony began to make full-length strokes into her mouth. He would pull out
until her lips closed around the tip of his cock then thrust forward till
her throat bulged and his balls met her forehead. His hands pulled on her
breasts as he thrust into her, pushed away as he slid out. He stayed deeper
and moved faster until it seemed impossible for him to delay his orgasm any
longer.
At this point Joan stopped him again. She pushed him back,moving his cock
just outside her mouth. She opened her mouth wide as a target, and began a
two handed milking motion toward it. After a few strokes Tony exploded. His
first spurt went long, striking her breasts. The second hit her hair. The
next were on target, several falling in her open mouth before she pulled him
back in to suck and swallow the
rest of his massive load. She came again with him. She again
took him all in, cleaning the full length of his cock. When
it left her mouth it was erect again.
Her hand never left his cock as he moved to kneel on the lounge beside her.
Her panties were torn away, and he used both hands to open the lips of her
pussy. He licked and sucked all around the area between her legs. Joan
placed her feet flat on the cushion and thrust herself violently upward
whenever he touched her clitoris, or slipped his tongue into her. She
screamed as she came, with her body thrust as far forward and as high as it
was possible for her to rise.
Tony had to remove her hand from his cock before he could rise to walk
around to climb between her legs. She rose on her elbows and watched as that
immense cock approached her tight little pussy. She sucked her breath in
between her teeth when the tip brushed her clit while searching for the
cleft. She winced as the tapered head wedged her lips apart and began to
stretch her tight opening. She thrust her hips strongly upward, screamed and
orgasmed as she took in his
massive cockhead.
Tony paused there allowing her to attempt to adjust to his size. He began a
circular stirring motion that seemed designed to open her further for him.
He placed her hand back on his cock and told her, "Control the depth of
penetration. Take all you can handle, but don't let me hurt you". He began
to thrust slowly into her. Her hand gradually moved up the shaft as she
could accept deeper penetration.
As he approached full depth, he had less control of his movement. He thrust
into her faster and harder as his breath came in ragged gasps. When his
balls slapped her ass he lost it, exploding into her as he cried out in
ecstasy. The flood of his sperm triggered her climax, and she joined him in
orgasm.
They sat side by side on the lounge, regaining their breath. His cock was
still partially erect and her hand never left it. She absently stroked it up
and down. They kissed and caressed, but it seemed to me awkward and
uncomfortable.
They were again a high school kid and his friend's mom. They seemed to have
no common ground for conversation. I began to hope that this might be their
only time together. This might be a freak event never to be repeated, a one
time desire that had been forever satisfied. I began to plan how I could
overcome this, and put our life back together.
"You love to play this game of Virgin Wife, don't you," He asked
" Yes" she replied, "I love to have you seduce me over and over.I love you,
I love your big cock, I love the things your friends do to me and the things
they make me do to them", she said.
"If you'll run and get the lube," he said, "I'll make you take this big cock
up your ass."
My hopes and dreams crashed around me as she rose to her feet and headed
into the house. My feet would not move as she dashed down the hall toward
where I stood crying in the darkness. She crashed into me at full speed,
knocking both of us back. She stared at me, and I stared at the moon lit
sperm shining on her hair and breasts, at their cum running down her thigh.
I couldn't think of a word to say to her.
I still can't
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