An adult stories – Your Husband Sent Me by bart23233,bart23233 “No. No. Not going to happen.” Hank spoke the words with nearly no emotion. He knew where this was all going with Ann. It went to this same discussion every year.
“Hey, it’s my birthday coming up and I should get the present I want.”
“We’ve been married twelve years and we’ve had this talk twelve times and nothing has changed. Nothing,” Hank said.
“But it’s MY birthday! On your birthday, you always want to fuck my ass and I let you although I don’t really enjoy it. It’s your birthday and you get what you want. I should get the same consideration!”
“Are you dissatisfied with our sex life,” Hank asked.
Ann thought for a few moments. Hank was really good in bed. He was sensitive to her desires and always made her cum at least once and often twice. He had a great cock that was just over seven inches and pretty thick. It filled her completely. Her birthday gift had nothing to do with resolving dissatisfaction.
“I’m not hearing any complaints,” Hank said.
Ann smiled at her husband, a physical hunk at thirty-five. He stood at the foot of the bed extending his hand to take her to bed for a good fucking. A half-hour later, they both lay in bed sharing a light mist of sweat.
“That was great, but I still want that special present for my birthday,” Ann said softly in Hank’s ear before she went to the bathroom.
Hank lay in bed wondering if this birthday desire would ever subside and disappear from their lives. Ann returned from the bathroom and slipped into bed. Laying on her side beside him, her large breasts pressed against his side as she stroked his hairy chest. She gently kissed his nipples which made him squirm. He knew she was trying to soften him up.
“So, if we’re good, why is your birthday request always the same?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s for the thrill of it all,” Ann said.
“Well, I’d have a problem with you fucking any other man, so I have a problem with you wanting to be fucked by a black guy.” Hank paused. “I just don’t get it!”
Hank had wondered about this whole black thing. Was “big black cock” just an urban myth or were black cocks just bigger because of some race thing? Ann was always vocal when they had sex. He wondered if a black cock – large or not – would have her scream out anything other than what she called out to him.
“Would you let me suck on the finger of a black man,” Ann asked.
“I guess there’s nothing wrong with that,” Hank conceded. “It’s just a piece of skin, I guess.”
“There!” Ann continued, “so why couldn’t I suck on a black guy’s cock. It’s just a piece of skin – well, black skin!”
“Okay I see where you going here,” Hank said. “Yes, it’s just a piece of black skin. But, sucking his cock, unlike his finger, will trigger his balls.”
“Well, now that you brought it up, how about you let me lick and suck on his ball-sack?” Ann was looking smug with her progression of ideas. “Just more skin. Just like the finger and the cock.”
“But,” Hank said. “His finger is not going to want to fuck you.” Hank realized too late that he hadn’t thought that through very well.
“I don’t know. I bet his finger would like to fuck me and you really didn’t have an issue with his finger, right?”
“So, you have no issue with his finger which is just like cock and you don’t have an issue with his finger in my pussy, so you shouldn’t have an issue with his cock in my pussy. Right?”
Hank hated Ann when she tried to out-fox him like this. “No. Just no.” Hank paused trying to collect his wits to win this battle of words. “So, you just want a black cock in your pussy. It’s as simple as that, right?”
“Yes. See, now you get it. I want black cock!”
“So, if I buffed my cock and balls with black shoe polish until they were nice and black, I could fuck you with my black cock and you’d be all over this, right?”
Ann hated it when Hank rose to the occasion and scored points in their word battles. “So, Hank, you’re saying that if you color your cock black, you’d have no problem. Fine, you’ve finally agreed that I can have a black cock. Great! So, finally we agree.”
“Fine. I really don’t care anymore,” Hank blurted out. “I’ll find you a black cock to fuck you for your birthday. This will be a one-off and after that, there’ll be no more black cocks, period.”
Ann smiled. “Okay, my birthday is in two weeks. So, what black cock are you giving me?”
Hank thought. “Don’t worry about it. Just take your birthday off from work and I’ll send someone over. You promise that there’ll be no complaints about my selection. When a black man tells you that your husband sent him, you’ll know that he’s your present.”
“Deal. Now pick someone good for me. No tricky stuff, Hank.”
Hank watched as Ann left the room surrounded by an air of victory mixed with carnal lust. Thinking back over the last few minutes, he didn’t see the point at which he lost the battle. He now realized that he had to find a black man to screw his wife. That was going to be hard. He really didn’t want to ask a friend as that would be awkward before, during, and after the fucking. On-the-other-hand, Hank didn’t want to just walk down the street and upon meeting the first black man invite him to fuck Ann. Making it all more complex was the fact that he really had no desire to watch a black guy fuck his sweet Ann. He’d rather have the man come to the house, fuck her, and leave while he was out.
Hank decided to spend a few minutes and figure a way to get out of this.
The following day, Hank sat at his desk watching people walk by his cubical. Each time a black guy passed Hank considered him and found a reason to nix him. He didn’t want a Ralph. Ralph chased pussy every morning, noon, and night. But then bragged about it among his co-workers. He’d even share cell phone pictures of his dates nude and or being fucked – even if the women worked in the office. Ralph was definitely not getting the job.
He shifted his consideration to men who weren’t very social and those from whom he’d never heard of their external activities. Several came to mind. Robbie who worked in accounting seemed nice enough. If he had a life outside the office no one knew. He was forty, with what appeared to be a fit body. He didn’t have the build of a guy that would have a huge cock, but who knew these things about black cock. Hank really didn’t want to send Ann a stud with a huge cock. Robbie would be a good candidate.
Hank set the “find a black cock for his wife” project aside and got back to work. After work, he made his regular trip to the gym. After some warm up, he was next in line for the bench press. He set his weights and saddled up on the bench. Donnie the next guy in line offered to spot for Hank. Hank didn’t really know Donnie, but they had a nodding acquaintance. Hank accepted the offer. Donnie stood straddling Hank’s head, his hands out to be at the ready. Hank lifted and grunted. As he did so, it was impossible to ignore the swinging budge in Donnie’s gym shorts. He knew that that would be what Ann was expecting for her birthday present. Hank finished his workout and headed for the showers.
“You were looking pretty good on the press today,” Donnie said as he took the shower head next to Hank. “I’m Donnie. I think we met before. You’re Hank, right?”
“Yeah. Hank.” With that the conversation ended and they turned their heads and thoughts inward. Hank did sneak a peek at Donnie. Ann would definitely like his cock. He hesitated to give her exactly what she wanted. In Hank’s mind even a tiny, black, pencil-dick would meet Hank’s requirement. He was suddenly ashamed of his attitude. This was for his sweetheart and he should do his best for her.
“Beer after this, Donnie,” Hank asked.
“Sure, sounds like a plan,” Donnie said.
The bar they chose was just around the corner. The crowd was light for some reason. Donnie pointed to the bar, and Hank suggested a booth instead. They had a seat and a pretty blond came over and took their order. As she walked away, Hank commented that there was some serious blond ass. Donnie agreed as his eyes continued to follow her back to the bar.
The conversation jumped about: the gym, their work (Donnie did construction), family (Donnie was divorced and living along), and, of course, sex. Donnie didn’t suggest anything weird or harmful and seemed to have a respectful attitude toward women. That said Hank got the strong impression that he would really tear into some pussy given the chance.
Donnie asked about Hank’s wife and Hank told him about his wife. He took out his cellphone and found a good picture of Ann and handed it across the table to Donnie. Donnie said that Ann was “sweet looking” and told Hank he was a lucky man. Donnie passed the phone back to Hank who took it and his brain paused. On the phone were pictures of Ann naked and them fucking. Hank took the leap and found the one of Ann’s amazing tits and handed the phone over to Donnie.
Donnie’s eyes got really big. “Damn, man,” was all that he could muster. Donnie started to swipe left and right and Hank realized that he must be looking at the photos of his wife’s pussy and them fucking. Hank held out his hand and reluctantly Donnie passed it back. Taking the phone back, Hank looked down and saw that the photo Donnie looked at last was a closeup of Ann’s pussy.
“Damn, that’s a nice looking one!”
Hank knew that it was a good looking one. He was smiling ear-to-ear when he said, “Thanks, buddy, for the compliment. You think it looks good, you should feel it, it’s the sweetest pussy I’ve ever fucked!” Hank suddenly realized that he’d crossed a boundary. He was talking to a black man he barely knew about his wife’s pussy.
“I guess I’ll have to take your word for it,” Donnie said. “That is, unless you’re a sharing kind of guy.”
“Have you ever had any white pussy,” Hank asked.
“Look, it’s like this. Every woman wants some black cock. It’s the mystique. They all want to see a big, black one slide into their cunt.” Donnie paused. “So, yes, I’ve had a good share of white pussy. Let me ask you this. How big is your cock?”
Hank hesitated at such a direct question. “It’s about seven-and-a-half and normally thick.”
“Great,” Donnie said. “That’s about the same as mine, but given the choice, a white woman would take my black meat before your white meat. Mystique!
“So, have you ever had any black pussy?”
“Can’t say that I have,” Hank replied.
“Yeah. Black chicks don’t long for white cock — of any size.”
“I only know of one exception,” Donnie said. “We have this group of couples that get together about once a month for a fuck weekend. We have black and white couples and one Asian couple. These black wives and girlfriends welcome both colors of cock – I guess because they know that the husbands are going to take every pussy in the room.”
“So, you’re swingers?”
“Yep, we swing like Tarzan in the jungle!”
“You seem like nice people and you’re welcome to come as my guests. I’m sure you’d have fun and your wife is hot, I’m sure the boys would jump on her. I know I would!”
“I don’t know. Sounds a little too much for us.”
Donnie, looked a bit disappointed. Hank thought he was already thinking of fucking Ann. Hank paused to gain his strength, then said. “The party notwithstanding, there is something that you could do for us.”
“Sure. What would that be,” Donnie asked.
Hank tried not to conjure up a mental picture of Donnie driving his black cock into Ann and fucking her to satisfy her jungle fever.
“Well,” Donnie asked after several moments.
Hank slowly got into the story of Ann’s birthday and her desired present. He loosened up with the telling.
“So, you’d like me to ‘deliver’ her birthday present, right?” Donnie paused and then said, “Man, relax. I’ll do it and she’ll love it!”
“Actually, I’d prefer if she didn’t love it,” Hank said.
“No chance. She’s doing to love my cock and lovemaking.”
Hank took up his drink and hurriedly swallow all that was left. Hank explained that Ann’s birthday was in a couple of days and gave Donnie the house address. “She’s taking the day off for her birthday – and this present. I don’t plan to be there, just knock on the door and tell her that her husband sent you. She’ll know you’re the right guy.”
“What time of day,” Donnie asked.
“Let’s say around four. Yeah, four should be good.”
Donnie hailed the waitress and called for another round. “Drink up, buddy, the drinks are on me.”
– – – –
Ann’s birthday rolled around. Hank woke up first and kissed her. Being still apprehensive about the whole thing, he asked her if she wanted to call if off. Hers was a big “NO!” Hank sighed and slipped into the shower. He completed his bathroom routine and stepped back into the bedroom to dress. Ann still lay in the bed, but she’d pulled down the covers and was fingering her pussy.
“What’s this,” Hank asked although he knew the answer.
“Just anticipating my birthday present,” she said with a teasing tone in her voice.
Hank sat on the edge of the bed putting on his shoes. He looked over at Ann as she fondled her pussy. Hank’s mind could only think of Donnie touching and licking her pussy and then plunging his black cock into sweet, little Ann’s pussy. He imagined Donnie grunting like a wild boar as he slammed his cock into her. It made Hank’s head hurt, but he knew no way to get out of it at this point.
Hank finished dressing, gave Ann a quick kiss on the forehead and said his goodbyes.
Not knowing when her birthday gift would arrive, she decided to be ready all day. She showered for some time enjoying the hot water running over her body. Once out of the shower, she primped and cleaned up her pubic hair. She blew dry her hair and fixed it as she would if she and Hank were going out on the town for a fancy evening. She added just enough perfume to arouse this visiting man. She put on a pair of small, black panties. She decided to forgo a bra. She had great tits and they glided freely under the silk robe.
She had an early lunch, and returned to the bathroom to brush her teeth again and to generally check her “look”. She wished her man were already there, but she also enjoyed the anticipation. It was around ten-thirty when the doorbell rang and Ann tensed in anticipation.
She rushed to the door and then composed herself and opened it slowly. There stood a forty-year-old black man.
“Your husband sent me to replace the water heater with a larger one. He said that you were running out of water.”
Ann recognized the phrase “your husband sent me” as the signal that he was her big black cock present.
Ann said hello and motioned for him to come in. He introduced himself has Jake. To Ann, it was obvious that Jake was checking her out. She tightened the robe with a tug on the robe’s belt. Only then did she realize that it just made her breast even more noticeable.
Ann scanned Jake reading in his measure. While most black men are a rich brown, Jake was the blackest man she’d ever seen. His skin was factually the color of coal. Ann wondered if this was Hank playing a sly joke on her. Jake’s head was shaved. His shoulders were broad his arms strong showing great fitness. As with so many tradesmen, he wore a t-shirt with the company logo and shorts. He appeared to have a flat abdomen and all-in-all Ann realized that he was a handsome man.
“Where is the tank,” Jake asked.
“The tank,” she uttered before coming back to reality. “Oh, yes, the water heater tank. It’s this way.” She walked him down the hall to a small utility room across from the master bedroom and next to the master bath.
“Do you need anything,” Ann asked.
“No, I’ll just grab my tools and get started.”
Jake returned in a few moments with his toolbox. “Hey, I have to turn the water off to do this. If you want any water, you should get it now.”
“No, I have everything I need. Thanks.”
Jake started work shutting down the water. “I’m going to open some faucets and let the system drain. Where’s the bath?”
Ann who was lounging on the bed, said, “It’s in here, come on through the bedroom.” He did so with a long glance to Ann. He knew she was posing for him. It made his cock swell a bit. When he came out of the master bath and cross the room in front of her, he knew that she noticed his cock swinging inside of his shorts.
He then went to a second bath and the kitchen to open those faucets.
“I’m going to go out and get the new unit while the water drains.”
After several minutes, Jake returned with a massive tank over his shoulder. It looked heavy but he seemed to carry it with ease. Ann noticed that his t-shirt had ridden up exposing his chest. As she suspected, he had a full six-pack. She gasped from the sight of him and from fingering herself under the robe. He had glanced in her direction for just a moment and then turned away.
Ann was a wet as a river. Jake was taunting her. She wanted to yell out, drop all of that and fuck me; that’s why you’re here. Fuck me! She could not control her imagination. She pictured Jake’s naked body against hers. She’d suck his cock and then he’d lick her already wet pussy and then ease what she imagined to be a huge cock into her. Her imagination stopped there, unable to set that lust aside to move her mind forward.
She fingered herself and made a few sounds that Jake most likely heard. She made no attempt to hide what she was doing from Jake. She saw him glance in her direction a couple of times, but he said nothing.
With the new hot water heater in place, Jake turned on the water and went around the house turning off faucets. The last one being the one in the master bath. Ann heard the water stop running and a few moments later, Jake emerged from the bathroom with a noticeable budge in his shorts. Ann shuttered at the sight.
Jake said nothing. He pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing his well-developed arms and hard chest. He tossed the shirt aside. He said nothing as he approached the bed where Ann lay with her hand inside her robe. There was nothing to say. She’d made it clear that she wanted sex and now he was going to take her.
Ann slipped off the bed and stood before this topless man. Her fingers brushed across his chest and pecks. That was when she saw it. He looked at her with an impersonal intensity she’d never seen in a man before. Then, she knew. She was about to be fucked long and hard by this animal. She shuttered in excitement. Ann also knew from those penetrating eyes that there was no turning back. This black man would have her his way. Of course, Ann had no desire to escape. He was her longtime desire. He was going to give her the black cock she had longed to have.
She slipped her robe over her shoulders and let it fall making a puddle on the floor about their feet.
He reached and his strong hands took her large breasts. He gripped them a bit hard making Ann flinch. She knew that this was just an indication of how she would be fucked by him. He squeezed them and found her nipples. Those he twisted, rubbed, and pulled before lowering his head and taking them into his mouth, one-by-one first licking then sucking. Ann could feel an orgasm building inside her just from his touch and her anticipation.
She could stand it no more. He ran her hands down his back and under the waistband of his shorts taking a cheek into each hand. They were firm. She lowered herself to the floor in front of him as she tugged down his shorts. When the shorts dropped just below his cheeks in the back, and the front was just at his pubic region, she stopped tugging.
Eager to make this last as long as possible, she reached both hands down and under the hem of his shorts and slip her hands up his thighs. He had powerfully strong legs and her mind considered the force that he would bring to bear when he fucked her. As her hands moved up, she found his cock. It was only semi hard and she could tell that it was massive.
Catching the inside of his shorts she pulled them down. His cock was dangling in front of her face. Hank’s cock was about seven-and-a-half inches long, but this black man’s cock was at least an inch longer – and still only semi-hard. As she stroked it, it grew even larger. Soon it was sticking straight out and on a slight downward slope. She had no way of knowing for sure, but it had to be at least nine-and-a-half inches now that it was hard.
“Are you going to be gentle,” Ann asked looking up at him. He shook his head and smiled.
He put the head of his cock on her lips and pushed forward. Ann tried to accept his cock, but it was about two-inches across and the head was slightly wider. She tried. Failed. Tried again only to take the head into her mouth. She started licking his cock from base to tip. She reached up and took his ball sack into her hand. They were huge and in a smooth sack that was a soft as a baby’s bottom. She started licking his ball sack and sucked most of one ball into her mouth. She released it and then went to the other.
She looked up at him as she held one ball in each of her hands. “Did you think I was going to be gentle?” With that she squeezed his balls. A slight grimace came to his face and she could tell that he was uncomfortable with the squeeze. She released them one at a time. All of this had made Ann very wet. Anticipation is a wonderful thing.
Jake lifted her up and lay her on the bed. He reached down taking hold of her knees and lifting them high and wide. His shaved head was buried between her legs. His tongue licked her as eagerly as a teenage boy might have done but with the expertise of an experienced man. Ann tensed as her first orgasm ravished her body. She grabbed his head and press it to her as Jake continued to tongue her aggressively. She wrapped her legs around his strong back pulling him closer.
After some time, he slid his body up kissing and licking her abdomen. Soon he was entertaining her lily-white tits. As he moved, she felt his massive cock brush against her pussy lips. A moment later, she felt his balls rub against her pussy. She could only imagine how much cum those two huge balls could squirt. She couldn’t wait for his cock to flood her pussy with his cum.
She leaned to the side and he followed her. They had flipped over with her now on top. She slid down and started sucking his cock head and caressing his balls. His otherwise straight cock did have a slight downward slope at the end. It was minor but Ann could see opportunity. She slid her body up his straddling his body. She pushed his cock up against his chest. The end was now pointing slightly up. She started with his pussy over his big balls and slowly slid her body up his as she did so, her slips were parted by his cock. Now her wet pussy was sliding first up and then down his long, black cock. With each pass, his cock’s tip now pointing up tried to enter her pussy, but the angle wasn’t quite right. Of course, it didn’t matter as both enjoyed the game of get the cock in the pussy. Or in her case, don’t get the cock in the pussy, just tease the hell out of this man.
Then she stopped this up and down torture with her pussy over his balls. She reached down as she raised her cunt and with one had guided his cock to her pussy entrance. She lowered herself by the length of his cock’s head. She paused. She’d never had a cock that was at least two inches across inside her. She moved up and down slowly allowing his cock to escape her pussy and then lowering herself again but taking no more than the head.
She looked up at him. The look was back. The animal was in the bed. She was now getting used to his size and each time she lowered herself she took more-and-more of his cock moved into her. After a couple of minutes, she could feel his balls against her ass. Soon, she was riding the full stroke of his cock and she felt another orgasm building inside her. Her body was becoming stiff, her pussy was getting even wetter and she bore down on him and squeezed his big black cock.
She collapsed beside him on the bed. He wasted no time moving between her legs and pressing his cock inside her. He started pumping into and out of her cunt. His was the largest cock that her tight white pussy could have possibly taken. His cock’s tip was up against the end of her pussy and she was so filled by his thickness that it was as if the entrance to her pussy was sealed by his size.
She started to whimper. He was pounding her hard with his cock and she could feel his ball sack slapping against her ass with each thrust into her. She wondered how long he could do this before he came. She looked into his eyes and the animal continued to thrust into her.
He had never spoken a word since they got naked. He’d used his powerful hands and arms to position her body. No words were needed. Now, with his cock deep inside her, he was breathing hard and beginning to snort like that wild animal. She’d never heard such a sound, not while fucking or at any other time. She found it raw, carnal, and stimulating. Her pulse quickened as her orgasm persisted. She knew from the feral sounds he uttered that he was going to cum in her soon. Her body shook with orgasmic pleasure.
Then he thrust hard and deep into her and paused. She could feel his spunk being squirted into her pussy. With each squirt of cum, she could feel his cock twitch and he’d press again making sure he was a deep inside her as he could be. As she had expected, those big balls had done their work and delivered all they had. She’d lost count of how many times she’d felt his cock jerk as he delivered another gush of his cum. When he had finally delivered his load, he paused with his cock still deep inside her. It must have been a minute they laid that way like that. Then she felt him pull his cock back an inch or two. To her surprise, he started fucking her again with all the hardness and energy as before.
Ann needed nothing more than Jake’s cock. He pulled back fully, sometimes escaping her pussy and then thrust into her again. Every nerve in her cunt; every nerve in her body was tuned to his hot, stiff, black, thrusting cock. She whimpered with each of his thrusts. Each time she orgasmed, she screamed out a bit and saw him smile at her.
Without warning, he backed his hard cock out of her. He slapped her on one thigh. She knew instantly what he wanted and rolled over into an all-fours position. He moved closer putting his powerful black knees between hers so that he could spread her legs a bit. When he was happy with her position, he led his cock’s head to her opening which now stood gaping open. Some of his cum dribbled out before he could cork her hole with his cock. He started pounding her again. Her body shuttered.
She released a little scream from her orgasm. He sensed that he was about to cum and thrust deeply into her and held the position as he started to cum again. His cock now balls deep inside her and his balls now drawn tightly against his cock were doing their work. He could feel each squirt as it raced up his long, thick cock to its final destination – her white pussy. Again, he was snorting like a wild animal and still he’d not said a word. Every muscle in her body became tight as they strained to the will of her orgasm.
A couple of minutes passed with his hard cock still in her pussy. She wondered if he was going to start all over again and fuck her a third time. She shuttered. Slowly he pulled out leaving her pussy wide open and well stretched. His cock fell down between his legs. She rolled over from the doggie position and lay on the bed. Jake fell back on the bed, satisfied.
Ann reached down and touched her pussy. She could tell that it was still a gaping opening the result of his size. Cum was pouring from her opening in a torrent and running down her to the crack of her ass and then onto the bed. Ann rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom. Still, Jake had not said a word. The only sounds he uttered were those animal grunts as he came. Ann pushed the bathroom door closed behind her. It took her a few minutes to clean herself. When she reentered the bedroom, Jake was dressed from the waist down and just about to pull on his t-shirt. He smiled, kissed her and slapped her ass before leaving the room. Ann heard his service vehicle start up and exit the driveway.
Ann lay on the bed in disbelief that Hank, her so normal husband, had arranged this birthday BBC experience for her. He’d chosen the blackest man Ann had ever seen with that massive cock and balls. And, he fucked like a wild animal delivering multiple gushes of cum.
She decided that she still needed a nice long, hot shower. She smiled realizing that as Jake had delivered and installed a larger hot water heater, she could do just that – a long shower.
After a long hot shower, she stepped out and dried herself off. Jake must have left at least an hour ago and finally her pussy didn’t tingle any more. She smiled.
She walked into the bedroom still naked from the shower and lay on the bed. She dozed off.
—-
Hank checked his watch. It was three-thirty and he felt sure that Donnie would have had his time with Ann. Unable to keep his mind on work, he decided to go home early. As he pulled into the driveway, he looked behind him to see Donnie pull in behind him.
“I thought you’d be done and gone by this time,” Hank said.
“Sorry, I got tied up. Is it too late? I hope not, I’ve been looking forward to the for days,” Donnie said.
“No. You’re good. Just go ring the bell. I’ll slip in later. I don’t want Ann to know I’m here.” Hank said.
Hank moved out of sight of the front door, but not so far away that he couldn’t hear. He heard the doorbell ring and moments later the door open. He had no way of knowing that his wife stood in the doorway without a stitch of clothing. Donnie took a moment to collect himself.
“Your husband sent me.”
She took his hand in hers and ushered him through the doorway and into the house.
“I didn’t expect someone so young; so beautiful; and so – naked.”
Ann looked Donnie over from head to toe and smiled. She had no idea why Hank had sent her two men, and she didn’t even try to figure it out. Donnie was a warm caramel, unlike the midnight black of Jake. She ran her hands over him. She could feel his firm body. Her hands ended their exploration on his belt buckle which she eagerly opened. With a bit of tugging, his pants and boxers ended up at his feet. Donnie had a good cock, which in many ways was just like her husband Hank’s. As she licked and sucked it, it grew to seven inches or a bit more and a healthy girth. Except for being black, he was a good match for Hank.
Ann soon found that his balls were not nearly the size of Jakes, but of a good size indeed. She tugged at his ball-sack as she sucked on his now hard cock. Donnie had removed his shirt while she had explored his sex equipment. He tossed his shirt aside.
Ann decided to waste no time so she stood and using his cock as a handle, she pulled him toward the bedroom.
“Wait,” Donnie said. “I need to get out of these shoes and pants. I can’t walk with them around my feet.”
Ann dropped to her knees and removed his shoes pants and boxers. She left them on the living room floor as she led Donnie down the hall. The lights were low in the bedroom, and as soon as they entered the room, Ann fell to her knees and resumed sucking Donnie’s cock. It was so much the same as her husband’s, but this one was black and she wondered if the sex would remind her of Hank or would it be a new black experience.
Donnie’s large hands were on the back of her head pressing her head firmly onto his cock. Sometimes when she had it fully inside her mouth, those strong hands would pull her ever closer preventing her from escaping, only releasing her when she needed air. Once released, she never complained, but rather took his cock into her mouth again.
Hank had given them a few minutes, now he slipped into the house through the front door. He closed it softly so as not to give himself away. He could hear them in the bedroom. He recognized his wife’s cock sucking sounds and knew exactly what was happening.
Shortly thereafter, there was silence broken by movement and then Hank heard anther sound he recognized. It was the sound Ann made when he licked her pussy. Ann was encouraging him with “at a boy” and “yeah, baby”. So rewarded, Donnie became more aggressive and her sounds became louder. Finally, she could stand it no more.
“Fuck me. I want to feel your cock in my cunt!”
Donnie moved into position pausing only to lick her nipples. Ann could feel his hard cock dragging along her legs as he moved up into position. When the head of his cock had reached her pussy lips, he moved his hips up and down forcing his cock’s head to slide between the lips of her pussy. His cock could feel her wetness. He pulled her legs into the air and reached down to align his cock and her pussy. He slowly eased it into her. He paused when his ball-sack pressed against her ass. Slowly he started to fuck her and each thrust ended with his soft ball-sack slapping against her ass.
Hank looked down and realized that he’d dropped his pants and his cock was in his hand. He stroked himself slowly as he listened for their lovemaking sounds. Hank hadn’t wanted this for Ann or himself, but he had confessed to himself that the thought of this black man thrusting his big black cock into his wife was rather stimulating.
Donnie had now found a pace that pleased this black-dick-hungry woman. She was moaning her orgasm and he was groaning his encouragement to her. Ann had had at least two orgasms over about ten minutes when Donnie said, “I’m getting close.”
She wrapped her legs around his back and squeezed. It was the answer he wanted. He knew she wanted him to cum in her pussy. Donnie maintained his pace for another two minutes before she let out a little orgasmic scream which caused him to jerk. His balls were now delivering their spunk through his twitching cock into her pussy.
Donnie hadn’t offered any more cum in a minute or so when Ann released him from her leg grip allowing him to slip his cock out of her.
Down the hall in the living room, Hank expected them to call it a day, but instead he heard them talking in tones soft enough to make their words clear to him. From time-to-time one of them would offer a muted laugh.
Then there was silence for a couple of minutes. Hank then realized that Donnie was fucking Ann again.
She was starting to moan and Donnie’s balls could be heard making a slapping sound as his sack-of-balls slammed into her wet-with-cum ass. Hank realized in a flash that Donnie had come in her pussy the first time and that he’d do it again in a few minutes. When they were planning this, the possibility that this black man would be cumming in his wife’s cunt and leaving his spunk there to dribble out hadn’t crossed his mind. How that hadn’t crossed his mind was not something that he could understand. He wondered if Ann had given it any thought. Was she relishing this black stud dumping his balls in her pussy? Was this to be part of her thrill? He wanted to go pull Donnie off of her, but knew that that would be a disaster for him, Donnie, and Ann. Hank realized that his cock was really hard. He slipped out of his clothes and stood naked in the living room while listening to Donnie slamming his cock into Ann. He reached down and grabbed his hard, white cock and started to stroke it. He realized that the next time he fucked Ann he’d be sticking his cock into a puddle of Donnie’s cum. That thought disgusted him and excited him at the same time.
His wife coming to a climax marked by a soft scream and gasping shifted Hank’s attention from his own cock back to thoughts of Donnie’s cock in Ann’s cunt. Hank knew that soon Donnie would be squirting another huge flood of cum into Ann.
This was confirmed when he heard Ann say in breathless terms, “Donnie, cum in me. Cum in my pussy. I love your black cock and want all of it. Make those balls fill my pussy.”
Donnie has increased the pace of his thrusts. The sound of his balls slapping her cum-wet ass was now at a faster pace. Hank knew that Donnie would be cumming soon. When Donnie let out three loud groans and the slapping sounds ended, Hank knew that he was squirting his hot spunk into Ann. She joined in with orgasmic cries of her own. They were joined in sounds of passion driven to orgasm. After just a few moments, Hank heard Donnie resume and the sound of his balls slapping against Ann’s ass. Repeatedly she let out the single work, “Yes”.
Hank stood in the living room with his cock hard at the thought of Ann letting this black man fuck her and cum in her cunt. Now, she’d had her birthday gift and it was time for Donnie to get the hell out. Hank rounded the corner of the door just in time to see Donnie’s cock slip from Ann’s pussy as he lay back on the bed on his side. Wanting more, he was fondling her breast and sucking her nipples.
Donnie looked up as Hank approached, his cock hard and sticking out like a pointer. “Okay, Donnie, that’s enough. Time for you to go.” Donnie didn’t move.
“Donnie,” said Ann “you don’t have to go. I want you here. I want both of you here.” She reached down and stroked Donnie’s limp cock. His ball sack was now loose, his balls at the bottom of their pouch. “Come here baby,” Ann said to Hank. “Fuck me like you were a black man.”
Ann repositioned herself in a doggie position with her mouth over Donnie’s cock which she started to lick. Her pussy was now wiggling as an invitation to Hank. Her open pussy was just inches above Donnie’s face.
“Come on, Hank. This is sweet pussy, come on and have at it.” With that, his head left the bed as he extended his tongue into her pussy. “Mmmmm. Good!”
Hank could stand it no more. He climbed onto the bed, his cock swinging from side-to-side as he knee-walked across the bed. In a moment he was on his knees behind Ann. Donnie was still licking her cunt when Hank pushed his cock into her. Her pussy was wet and inviting, but Donnie’s tongue was still inside her too. Hank started to slowly thrust into her thinking that Donnie would withdraw his tongue any moment. He didn’t. In fact, it seemed that Donnie was slipping more and more of his long tongue into Ann. All of this was driving Ann wild; her orgasm was renewed and she moaned.
Ann’s attention to Donnie’s cock had renewed its hardness. “Wait,” she said. “I have an idea.” She instructed Donnie to take his tongue out of her and reverse his position; now his cock was right under her pussy. “Now, boys, Donnie take my pussy and Hank you stick in your tongue.” Reluctantly, Hank withdrew and she lowered herself onto Donnie’s now hard cock. Donnie started to thrust up into her.
“Okay, Hank, now you stick your tongue in. There’s plenty of space.”
Hank was reluctant to stick his tongue into a pussy with a black dude’s cock already in place. He reached over and slipped one, then two fingers into her pussy opening alongside Donnie’s slow thrusting cock. Hank was taken back at how easily she accepted his fingers. Donnie’s cock slid easily along the length of his fingers and then passed deeper into her canal. Hank added a third finger to the same end. There was plenty of room in Ann.
Without regard to how weird this all seemed it was having its effect on Hank. His cock was as hard as he could remember.
It took just a moment to moved closer and say, “hold on.” When everyone was still, he slid his cock into her pussy alongside Donnie’s. It was slow going at first, but she relaxed and it managed to bury himself in her. Donnie felt Hank’s ball-sack slam into his and knew that Hank was totally buried inside her. Hank started to thrust. As his cock slid inside her very crowded cunt, he could feel Donnie’s cock sharing the warmth of her body. With each thrust, Hank’s cock could feel the soft inside of Ann’s pussy and Donnie’s hard black cock. His focus was wondering how Ann’s pussy could take two men’s cocks at the same time in her pussy. He wondered if she’d done this before. He dismissed the thought.
Hank took a moment as he heard Ann making sounds that he knew so well. She was about to climax. Hank paused his thrusts. As he did, Donnie’s cock started to thrust inside of Ann. Holding his position, Hank could now feel Donnie’s cock rubbing this length of his cock. Hank could feel Donnie’s cock-head slid from Hank’s balls up his cock and to the end of Hank’s cock. It was a novel feel as if Ann’s pussy was no longer passive, but rather, had the ability to fuck back. Hank resumed thrusting, in syncopated time. As Donnie move out, Hank slid in; when Donnie was moving in, Hank pulled back.
Ann was screaming in passion as one black cock and one white cock were sharing her pussy and driving her to the biggest orgasm she’d ever had. Minutes later, Donnie slid into her with more force that a minute ago and stayed deep inside her. Hank immediately pushed inside her as far as he could. The men’s ball sacks collided and, in the pause, Hank could feel Donnie’s buried cock stiffen. In that moment, Hank could feel Donnie’s cock blasting hot cum into Ann. Hank couldn’t believe that he was actually feeling another man, a black man, cum in his wife. The reality set in as he felt the head of his cock covered in Donnie’s cum.
Hank could hardly contain himself. Donnie had started thrusting into Ann’s cunt again and Hank resume his own thrusting. Together they spread Donnie’s cum through her entire pussy. Donnie paused his thrusting. Hank continued as his orgasm mounted. Then with a final thrust, he squirted cum bullets into her. Hank couldn’t remember such an exciting orgasm; nor could he remember discharging as much cum as he had just delivered.
“Fuck!” Ann couldn’t think of anything else to say. She had started the afternoon with Jake’s huge black cock and now, not only had Donnie fucked her twice by himself, but Donnie and Hank had double-dicked her pussy. She began to wonder if she could stretch enough to take Jake and either Hank or Donnie. She put the thought aside with a mental note to think that through later.
The three of them were exhausted. Hank slowly pulled his cock from Ann’s crowded pussy. Donnie followed him. Ann couldn’t move. She stayed her position as cum poured from her pussy.
The two men, one black, the other white, looked at each other. Neither could believe that they’d shared a pussy at the same time. They had both cum while the other guy’s cock was still buried in her and pressed to each other.
Donnie untangled himself from the bed full of body parts. He crossed the room and enter the bath. He started the shower.
He finished his shower, toweled off and walked naked through the bedroom stopping only to say “thanks” to Hank and Ann. He walked down the hall and found the pile of his clothes in the living room where he’d left them. He dressed and quietly left the house.
Hank took in a big breath and realized that the bed smelled like what he’d imagine a whore house to smell like. Softly he stroked Ann’s tits. “So, did you have the birthday you wanted?”
“More than you know. You’re too good to me sometimes.”
“You deserve it my sweet wife,” Hank said. “This was really on the very edge of my willingness to please you, but I guess it worked out okay. I’m glad that you enjoyed it.”
“Enjoyed it? Hell yes! When you sent me one man that was as black as they come with a nine-and-a-half-inch cock that was at least two-inches across, it was a real treat. And them to have Donnie show up later – it was so over the top. You’re a good husband.”
“Wait, what black guy with a nine-and-a-half-inch cock?”
“Jake, the guy who replaced the water heater with a larger one. Who did you think I meant?”
“That fucker was just here to do the water heater not do you!”
“Well, the first words out of his mouth were that you’d sent him. I figured that you thought the hot water heater would keep the neighbors from asking questions. His first words were literally, ‘your husband sent me’. That was our code phrase.”
Hank could not believe it. “So, how much cum have you taken in your pussy today?”
“I won’t lie, Jake left two loads, but honestly, they were twice as large as anything I’ve ever experienced, so you may want to count them as four loads. Then three from Donnie and one from you. How many is that?”
“You’d better tell me now that you haven’t missed any of your pills.”
“Of course not. I wanted black cock, not black babies. When it comes to babies, I only want yours.”
Hank leaned into her and gave her a big kiss. It tasted of black cock and black cum.