A Fantasy...that cums true
written by:
elguapo

Amy's head slipped between the two, enormous pillows on their four-post bed. Ben was to her left, wrapping a rope around one post, then circling her left wrist and binding it tight. The pillows were big enough to almost totally cover her face, leaving her in total darkness, alone with her thoughts. She loved to be tied up. She loved to be dominated. She loved the freedom that it brought. She didn't have to take responsibility. She could just....give in.

Ben was her high school sweetheart. He was a nice looking man. Tall, fit, and reasonably well-endowed. At least she thought he was. He was the only man she'd ever been with. Really been with. She'd given out a few handjobs in high school, and there was the frat guy she got drunk and blew when she was visiting a friend at another college, but Ben was at least as large as any of them. Most of the dicks she'd seen had been during their usual porn viewing sessions, and those guys were HUGE, but no guy was really like that.

Ben was roping her right wrist, pulling her tight to the large bed. Amy squeezed her legs together, a first bit of moisture populating between her legs. Ben was drunk. Amy was drunker. She'd suggested tying her up - usually it was his idea. He practically sprinted down the hall in front of her when she'd suggested it. It was a minor miracle he hadn't dropped his seed all over the floor in excitement.

Ben was more experienced that Amy. She didn't know it at the time, but he'd slept with more than a few girls in college, usually while Amy was visiting her best friend halfway across the state. It meant he was much more comfortable with his desires than she was. He liked being in control. He liked the sight of a dildo in her. He liked to tell her what his fantasies were - two women at once; sex in front of strangers; maybe even swinging. He'd tell her about his desires when they were having sex, but she never responded. At least not verbally. He suspected she had a few ideas of her own, but he'd long since accepted that this was as crazy as things were going to get.

Amy was a beauty. She was the girl who was even hotter because you could tell she had no idea how incredibly sexy she was. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was luxurious. Her breasts were perfect, large and perky. Her ass sat up firm and right. Her long, silky legs drove men crazy. She barely weighed a pound more than when she graduated from high school. She actually yearned to show herself off a little bit - to hike her skirt up a little, to show a little more cleavage. She was regularly having to hide from Ben how hot it made her when she'd catch the neighbor boy staring at her in her skimpy little bikini. He had been doing it just before she disappeared into the house and suggested they retire for the night. She was laying out in the evening sun, trying to catch a last few rays before night fell, when she saw the neighbor's 18 year-old son. She'd NEVER tell Ben that it was the sight of the small tent in the young hunk's pants that turned her on.

Ben walked up the length of the bed and let his fingers glide along her outstretched legs. She spread open a little as the tips of his fingers slid further and further north. Stopping halfway up her thigh, he slid his fingers up to her hips and traced a line up to the base of her breast, circling it lightly and then gripping it and applying a little squeeze. Amy couldn't see anything he was doing, but electricity followed his ever touch. She wiggled just slightly as he fondled her gently.

Ben slid onto the bed next to her and ran his hand up and down her chest, caressing her flat stomach and moving forward to rub the flat space between her breasts, which rested softly to each side. He continued further north and slipped his hand between the pillows, softly touching her face on his way towards the back of her head. Grasping her head firmly, he pulled her face up from between the pillows and back into the cool air of their bedroom. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, her tongue greeting his arrival.

The thin fog of alcohol hadn't yet left Ben's skull, giving him just the necessary amount of mental lubrication to try something a little new. Pulling himself up to her, only the thin fabric of his boxers separating them, he continued to kiss her while his left hand swept over her body quickly. He reached down to the smooth skin she'd shaved just this afternoon and, separating his fingers so that one would run down each side of her womanhood.

"We're going to play a little game, gorgeous" he started. "I'm always telling you the things that turn me on, but tonight you're going to tell me what turns you on. If you tell me something good, you will get a reward" he said, making his first two-fingered pass past her damp bottom lips.

"Mmm Ben...I don't know..." she said, her voice a mixture of hesitation and fear. She was so afraid, if she told him...what if he thought his perfect little wife was a slut? What if he figured out that they had bought that bright red dildo a few months back, not so that they could use it together, but so that she could scurry home and fill herself up when she saw a good looking man at the store and wondered what he'd feel like? What if he figured out his proper little housewife was spending half her afternoon most days fingering herself and dreaming of what she'd missed by settling down so early?

"Well, it's up to you" Ben firmly responded. "If you tell me, you get this" he said gently, giving her sensitive clit a first flick of his finger. She moaned and struggled against the ties to push herself against his hand. "If you don't" he continued firmly, grabbing her right hip roughly and pulling her onto her side, then reaching over and giving her cute little ass a sharp slap. She crack filled the room as she cried out in reply. "It's up to you."

Ben let her fall back flat and returned to gently, just barely, touching her warm outer folds. "If you want more of this, tell me what you think about when you masturbate."

Amy's head rushed. He couldn't know. "I don't, really...you're enough for me" she lied.

He pushed his fingers against her a little more firmly. "If you were going to, then. I've been away for weeks. You're lonely and horny. What do you think about, and you better not say just being with me!"

He knew her well. Amy felt his finger press against her clit, her wetness increasing as he did. Her mind started to drift as he gently rubbed her, a rush of warmth running across her body.

His voice increased in agitation. "Tell me!" he commanded, ceasing his work on her clit and pulling her by her hips onto her side again, another loud THWACK filling the room. Amy felt another rush. She loved being spanked. Maybe it was better all around if she let him do that a few more times.

Ben didn't push her onto her back this time. He pushed one finger between her legs and started to massage her again, the other still holding her right ass cheek. "Do you want this" he asked, continuing his rubbing, "or this" he said as he gave her another, harder spanking. Right as his hand made contact, his finger pushed down and between her wet lips, easing them aside and stopping at just the right stop to put just the smallest bit of his finger into the outside of her hole. She thought she was going to cum right there, the rush of electricity from the simultaneous spanking and rubbing.

"Oh fuck Ben, that feels so good."

"Do you want more?"

"Oh gawd yes..." she replied, her arms straining against the restraints so that she could push up against his expert hand. Her ass giggled as he released his grip. She didn't look, but she could tell he was about to give her another spanking. "Okay! Okay!...I...I..."

She was both terrified and exhilarated. He was just barely fingering her, teasing her opening so perfectly...she was speaking before she realized she was doing it, lust overtaking her entire being.

"I...I think about being with you and another man" she whimpered, her voice betraying every bit of her hesitation in revealing this bit of information. "Sometimes I use the new toy and think about having two men at once."

It was like a shot to Ben's forehead. He literally rocked back a bit, his cock twitching so violently at what she was saying that he practically punched a hole in his shorts. He couldn't believe it, but he liked it. No, he LOVED the idea. Without a word, he pushed her onto her back again and shoved his finger past her opening and into her still virgin-tight pussy. He was working one finger in and out of her so fast his arm was beginning to throb, he was so excited. Amy cried out with pleasure, her body giving in completely to her man's work.

Ben saw his chance. She'd probably never get a chance to live out this little fantasy, but they could pretend... He sat up while he continued to work her with his left hand, her juices slopping about around his finger. He couldn't help but notice that she was much, much wetter than usual. It was normally a struggle to get more than a finger in her - they went through lube like crazy. Not tonight. She was so worked up!

He slipped his shorts down and his rock-hard cock sprung loose, a small drop of pre-cum dripping slowly onto the bed. Amy's face was contorted in pleasure. "Two...give me two fingers" she moaned, an unusual request for her. He complied immediately, slipping a second finger in and commencing a come hither motion designed to hit her g-spot. She reacted immediately, the bed groaning as she pulled against it. "Oh fuck yes, fuck...just like that" she cried out loudly.

Ben kept this up for a few more minutes as his beautiful wife took his work like a champ. He pulled his fingers out, her lusty mixture pouring out behind him and dripping all over her legs and ass. He turned and grabbed that new, red dildo from the bedside stand...was it a little sticky, like it had been used? He knew he cleaned it last time. Before he could give it much of a thought, he positioned it's thin tip at her entrance and started to gently work it into her. There was going to be no need for being gentile tonight, she practically sucked it in, another loud moan pouring from her lips in appreciation.

"OH fuck yes...turn it on!" she cried. Ben flipped the switch on the end, setting off a vibrating function that seemed to drive her into another world. Her hips were bucking as wildly against it as she could. Amy wasn't a girl to actually FUCK something, at least until now.

Amy loved the feel of her pussy's most common occupant. This vibrator was the best thing that had ever happened to her, she thought. It didn't feel anything like Ben, and that made it perfect. She could feel nothing but it sliding in and out of her, rubbing against the silky walls of her pussy.

Ben usually used it to fuck her very slowly, but she was going wild. Moving so that he was straddling her left arm, he reached down with his other hand and gently redirected her face towards him. Her eyes opened, a look of complete lust covering her face. "Open, baby" he directed, her lips spreading to accept his cock. Her mouth was so warm, and she immediately leaned forward and started sucking him sloppily and quickly. Already he felt a tingle in his balls - it wasn't going to take him long tonight, not with her acting like this.

He started to make a shallow pumping motion at her face, the slurping sound of her work wafting up from below.

"That's a good girl...you like having two at once, don't you? he asked, her actions giving him all the answer he needed. A muffled "yes" sounded into his cock. "Show me how you want it to be" he commanded, her hips picking up their pace as she almost violently worked against her plastic lover. Almost on cue, her face jerked and his cock fell from her mouth and came to rest on her cheek as her body stiffened in a thunderous orgasm. Amy had never felt anything like it before. She had never felt her pussy muscles actually spasm and grip at something. Ben could barely keep working with the toy, she grabbed it so hard.

With not a second to spare, Ben bounded down the bed and removed the bright red dildo. Moving it up near her face, he pressed the tip of his already dangerously sensitive cock against the entrance to her pussy and couldn't believe how easily she drew him in.

Amy was lost in her fantasy. She turned and saw the toy in his hand, inches from her face. She was able to strain to reach it and sucked it between her lips just as she felt him enter her below. A troubling though occurred to her for the first time at just that instant. Ben wasn't really part of the fantasy. It wasn't really about two men, just another man.

Ben was only able to give her a few good pumps before she felt him twitch. She was so wet, her body so willing, she only barely felt him cum within her. Ben collapsed onto her as she gave the dildo one good, last slurp and let if fall from her lips.

She'd never NOT been satisfied after sex before. She felt like she could do this all night - usually it was Ben that wanted a second round. Oh well, tomorrow he'd be gone golfing with his brother all day. She could get a lot of time in while he was gone.

******

Ben and Amy didn't talk about her fantasy when they woke up the next day. They didn't talk about it at all over the next several days. Ben filed it away as a great night lived and thought she'd made it up to appease him, which was more than fine enough. Amy resumed her daily "me" time, but she felt a little guilty when her mind couldn't help but love the fact that the toy didn't feel at all like Ben.

A few days later they were once again making love. Nothing ground breaking, at first. Ben had her bent over the bed, which she loved, and was slapping away at her from behind. She was surprised with herself when she turned back towards him and asked him to give her the toy, which she immediately placed between her lips. Ben was stunned. Maybe there really was something to this. Amy felt guilty again afterward. Perhaps she'd been "living" this fantasy a little too often. Even she couldn't believe she'd wanted to pretend with him again.

This happened several more times. It became the most common feature of their lovemaking. After one particularly sweaty session, Ben finally asked if this was something she really fantasized about.

"We'd never do it!" she replied, almost scolding him at the thought that she might. The thought occurred to her that she was really scolding herself. Ben seemed satisfied, or at least put off, by the answer. "But, you know" she continued, "it would be really sexy if someone were watching us." She peered at her husband out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his reaction.

Ben's cock twitched at the thought. Now THIS sounded promising. He'd often thought it would be fun to have sex in public, or to know someone was watching. "Really?" he asked, trying to gauge her response in return.

"Sure. Not that we'd invite anyone to actually join us! Just...well...it would be fun to know someone is enjoying a show we're putting on."

"Maybe someday..." Ben said, letting his voice trail off, deeply enjoying the thought.

The next time he tied her up, he told her to pretend someone was watching. She seemed, at best, mildly interested in the thought. She brought it up regularly, however. Mixed signals. Typical. He did notice that she'd ordered another dildo - this one a bit bigger - and she'd bought them a few more porn flicks. They watched them together regularly, but all of these were wives in threesomes (or flat cheating on their spouses.) Over time, it became increasingly clear what her real fantasy was, and that the "watched" thing was only a next-best for her. She'd never cheat, they both knew that, but they both realized that the potency of pretending was beginning to wear off.

They were both desperate to recapture the spark that had so recently ignited their love life. Ben was being sent out of town for a business conference the upcoming week, and with little else to do, Amy was coming along. She suggested that they make a weekend of it, after his conference ended on Friday. Ben really wanted to just get back home, but she was always a little more wild in a hotel room. Maybe a replay of their fantasy in such a place would turn them back on again.

Amy spent the days during the conference traveling about the city and doing a little shopping. She had brought her plastic "friends" and had to hold herself back from going straight back to the room and dreaming of picking up a stranger to plug her full. Instead, she decided to concentrate on her husband and made a line for a lingerie store to buy something spicy just for him. She picked out the sexiest, sluttiest outfit in the store: a white corset, garter belt and stockings that matched the perfect pair of lacy white panties she had brought along. Today was the last day of the conference, and Ben had promised to take her out after he was done. He'd have quite the surprise waiting for him when they got back.

Ben was relieved to be finished, and even happier that all of his business associates had left as soon as the meeting was over. Well, everyone except Jerome. This was Jerome's first conference, and he'd made the rookie mistake of thinking he could stick around a day longer and maybe pick up a girl before he flew home. He'd heard that some of the married women come to these things to get a little wild. He was more than disappointed as the week came to an end.

Ben returned to the room and found Amy in a stunning, low-cut dress with an outrageously short skirt. She almost never dressed like this, and he was ready to have at her the instant he saw her. She deftly put him off and told him to slow down - she'd have a surprise for him later. Ben left his suit and tie on from the day and they made their way out to dinner. A nice Italian place down the street filled mostly with couples dining by candle light. It was just what they had in mind. Amy was flirting with him like she had when they were teenagers. Every now and then she'd slip her foot from her high heel and ran her foot up his leg. He couldn't get her back to the room fast enough, but she seemed more than happy to keep him waiting.

They walked arm in arm down the street, the warm summer air breezing between them. Ben practically begged to immediately return to their room, but Amy wasn't having it. "You promised me a night out, and I'm going to get it!" she teased, dragging him by the arm into the hotel bar.

The bar was low lit, with poppy dance music playing a little too loudly. The place was mostly filled with a few singles at the bar and a random booth or two with small groups enjoying drinks and laughing. Ben and Amy selected a high-topped table in the middle and took their seats, Ben disappearing momentarily to the bar to get them a pair of drinks. When he got to the bar, he saw Jerome sitting at the end of the bar, watching a basketball game alone. Poor guy. Such big dreams of distant sexual adventures.

Ben returned to the table and he and Amy sat and drank and laughed and flirted. A drink turned into three, which turned into more than a half-dozen each. They were both more than a little drunk, and Amy was really turning up the sexual innuendo as the night dragged on.

She leaned across the table and, a little too loud thanks to the music, announced just what she intended to do when they got back upstairs. "You are going to LOVE what I have in store for us" she announced, the liquor making her quite proud.

Ben sat back and thought, now that we've waited this long to go upstairs, I might was well tease her a little bit myself. Looking around, he saw Jerome again, still sitting alone. He pointed her out to Amy, who drunkenly made a pouty face and expressed her sympathy for him.

"If we're not going upstairs right away, I should invite him over," Ben said. "He shouldn't have to sit there all alone." Amy repeated the pouty face at the news that they weren't going upstairs soon, but relented and told him to go ahead. Ben walked over and talked to Jerome for a minute, turning and pointing back at Amy. Jerome shrugged, picked up his beer, and followed Ben to the table.

They sat and talked for a while, each slugging back yet another drink. Amy couldn't help but notice how attractive Jerome was. He couldn't be 23 years old, was very tall, black, and extremely well built. Not only that, he was very funny. If she didn't know better, she'd think he was flirting with her. Amy's head was completely fogged with alcohol now, and she wasn't even the slightest bit embarrassed when the conversation turned a little sexual, even in the presence of their new friend.

Jerome lamented the lack of women in the bar and said he should have gone home earlier. Ben just laughed when Jerome made what had to be a little too much of his sexual prowess. Just like a young guy, all bravado. Truth was, he wasn't really any younger than Ben and Amy, but they thought of him like he was.

A round later, Jerome excused himself to the bathroom. A wicked thought crossed Ben's drunken mind as his colleague walked away. They'd talked about letting someone watch, and Jerome was on the losing end of an intended sexual adventure, plus he seemed nice enough, and best yet lived far away and might never be seen or heard from again. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity.

Ben leaned in towards his beautiful wife, drinking in her long, smooth legs peeking out from under her short, red skirt and whispered seductively into her ear "You know, babe, we've been hinting all night at what we were going to do to each other once we got up stairs all night."

Amy turned to face him, an eyebrow arching in inquisition. "Yes?"

"I have an idea. Something different. Something fun. Something we'd never do at home. Something we've been talking about for weeks."

Amy's mind jolted from its' drunken haze. Was he going to say what she thought he was? Was he serious? She'd been checking Jerome out all night, but was she really going to let him....watch?

Ben hesitated to finish the statement. "Well...uh...what if we invite Jerome upstairs with us? You know, and we just see what happens. Just to watch, if that?"

Amy's mind was racing. Truth was, she didn't really care if anyone watched. Would this be the step too far? What if she couldn't stop with someone just watching? She stiffened up on her stool, sat straight upright, and summoned every ounce of courage she had. If this was what he wanted, it probably would be enough. At worst she'd have something new to think about during her passionate afternoons.

"Sure" she said, faking confidence until she actually had it. "Let's do it." She faked a smile, looking Ben right in the eye. "But I'm going to need one more drink."

Ben gave her a wink and, swigging back the last of his own, disappeared to the bar to get a fresh round. When he turned from the bar to bring the drinks back, Jerome had reappeared. He and Amy were talking, and she was apparently warming to the idea because he saw her laugh and lean over, gently resting her hand on Jerome's well-developed arm. Perfect, Ben thought.

He returned to the table and distributed the drinks. Jerome raised his in appreciation, and Amy took a quick gulp from her own, liquid courage coursing through her veins. The fog that had previously occupied her mind slowly creeping back in.

Amy sat nervously as the conversation continued. It finally occurred to her that she'd be mortified if Ben asked Jerome to do anything while she sat there, so she excused herself to the ladies' room. Standing in the cold light of the washroom, Amy looked at herself proudly in the mirror. She was going to do this, and damn if she didn't feel a little tingle between her thighs. This could be a night they'd both remember forever.

Ben figured out the point of her absence and took advantage without hesitation. He turned to Jerome and lamented with him the lack of attractive women in the bar.

"You're a luck man" Jerome bellowed, his deep voice fighting against the din of the bar. "You've got yourself one beautiful woman. There sure as fuck ain't any of them in this place."

"Yeah, she's something. You know...I don't even know how to say this. Amy has something to ask you, but she's too shy. If you think this is weird, I completely understand, but, Amy and I have been talking about letting someone watch us, you know..."

Jerome raised an eyebrow with a "you're shittin' me" expression on his face.

"I know, it's weird. Listen, if you're not interested, just say so. It's fine."

"No" Jerome started, "I...I guess...uh" he stammered, not sure how to respond.

"I can't promise she'll actually go through with it, but we can head up to our room and, you know, see what happens."

Jerome took a long gulp of his drink and tried to look nonchalant. Watching a married couple...getting to see that incredible woman in the nude? He wasn't going to be finding any company of his own down here. Why not?

"Yeah" Jerome said, "let's do it."

Right on cue, Amy returned from the rear of the bar. The guys turned and both saw her at the same time, her long legs pushing the silk fabric of her short skirt from side-to-side, the bar lights dancing off her smooth skin. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she glided across the floor. Filled with confidence after her bathroom peptalk, Amy slid into her seat and gave them both a knowing, wicked smile. "So boys, what have you been talking about?" She prayed that Ben had taken advantage of her absence. If he didn't, she was afraid she'd lose her nerve.

"We were just talking about reconvening this little party upstairs" Ben said, giving his wife half a wink.

Amy felt another tingle between her legs. Rising to her feet, her heels clacking on the hardwood floor, she said "okay then, let's go." She scooped up her drink and carried it off towards the door, her ass bouncing behind her in the thin dress.

Jerome gave Ben a swat on the arm with his hand, sharing a "lets do this" glance and standing himself. Ben jumped up, took his own drink, and they all moved towards the hallway and the elevators.

Amy stood between them as the elevator doors slid shut. Ben was to her left, just a few inches taller than she. Jerome was to her right. He was taller than she realized, at least six-foot-five, and damn was he built. Would Ben notice if she looked more at Jerome than at him?

Soon the elevator slid to a stop and the doors softly opened, Jerome reaching out with his hand to gesture for the happy couple to lead the way. Ben slipped his arm around the waste of his sexy wife, her hips bouncing against his as she tried to walk beside him. She really was worse for the wear, and she had put down more than her share of drinks on the night. He slipped the room key from his pocket and opened the door to their room. A king bed sat in the middle, a small two-seat couch and chair around a low, rectangular coffee table to the far end of the room. He walked across the dark room and flipped the switch for only the beside light mounted on the wall, a warm glow filling the room. Amy's walk was diminishing by the step, now almost a wobble across the room until she slid herself into the couch. Ben took up a seat on the corner of the bed while Jerome dropped himself into the chair.

They talked and laughed a bit, more nervously than anything else, a thick tension filling the air. Ben refreshed their drinks with little bottles from the courtesy fridge and sat himself down on the couch next to his wife. Her long legs seemed to extend out into infinity from beneath the end of her short skirt, now hiked up a bit further and exposing almost all of her thigh. She sighed a bit and leaned back into him, his arm coming to rest across her shoulder.

Jerome was sitting in the chair, his body twisted just slightly in their direction, trying not to make it too obvious he was watching them intently. Until this moment, he didn't really think this perfectly respectable woman was going to go through with it. From his angle, her right breast was almost spilled out of her low-cut dress. What'd he'd give to make that is own for the night.

Ben ran his fingers up and down the soft skin of his wife's arm. He could feel the heat of her body through his shirt, her breathing already just a little irregular. With a slight strain, he leaned forward slightly and gave her a small kiss on the left cheek, stopping to whisper "It's okay, baby, just relax." He could feel the smile cross her face. Amy turned towards him, her long blonde hair twisting across her shoulders, and reaching up with her left arm, pulled her husband's face in to her own and kissed him, softly with a closed mouth at first, then parting her lips and gently massaging his tongue as it met her own.

Jerome squirmed a bit in his seat, taking in the sight of this guy making out with his beautiful wife.

Ben kissed his wife passionately, reaching up to softly brush her face as he did so. He let his hand slide down her face, down her neck, and just barely across the smooth fabric of her dress. His finger caught the edge near her right breast and the silk pulled away from her skin ever so slightly, then gave her breast a gentle stroke through her dress. She gave a soft moan and leaned into him a bit harder.

Amy enjoyed the feel of her husband's hand on her. She enjoyed even more the feel of her dress pulling away from her breast. She loved the idea that Jerome might have gotten a brief shot of her breast. She was actually getting into this, a little more than she thought. If they were going to put on a show, it might as well be a good one. She gave Ben one last peck and then, placing her palms flat against his chest, pushed herself away and rose to her feet. "I'll be right back" she announced proudly, turning sharply and grabbing a small bag by its rope handle as she confidently traveled towards the bathroom.

Ben turned towards Jerome and couldn't help but smile. Putting a finger up to motion for him to wait just a second, Ben jumped up off the couch and followed his wife across the room. Using the longest strides he could to make up her distance advantage, he got to the bathroom just behind her and stopped the door before it could close.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Amy asked playfully, mock scolding her husband.

"We have to make a deal here" Ben said, "about how this is going to go."

Amy did not welcome the sudden reintroduction to reality. Her husband was better off just letting her do this without making her think about it. "Okay. What do you have in mind?

Ben pushed the bathroom door shut behind him, and with a whisper explained his plan. "Here's what we're going to do." He reached out and, reaching around her waist, pulled her into his body. "When you come out, you're going to do exactly as I say. If we're going to do this, we might as well put on a good show."

Amy grinned. "I agree."

"Good. We'll show him how a good wife does as she's told" Ben declared, giving his wife a playful wink.

"Mmmm, okay!" Amy exclaimed, excitement dripping from her voice. "Now you get out of here for a second and I'll be right out....master." she said coyly, her voice hanging gleefully on her last word.

Ben smiled, gave her a quick kiss, and opening the door as he spun around, disappeared back into the room.

Amy opened her bag and retrieved her recent purchases. Taking a good long look at herself in the mirror, her hand running down her stomach and flattening her dress against her, she reached back and pulled down the zipper. The dress fell swiftly to the floor, her breasts falling free. The white panties she'd already put on were a perfect match as she put on the corset and stepped into the garter. Placing her feet on the edge of the tub one at a time, she worked the smooth stockings up to her thighs and attached them to the rest of her outfit. Sliding back into her outrageously high heels, she took another look in the mirror and was astonished how good she looked. Jerome was going to get the show of his life.

Ben sat back down on the couch and, reaching over, slapped Jerome on the knee. "Listen" he starting to speak before he'd fully formed the thought he was about to convey. He knew what Amy's real fantasy was, and he also knew she'd never say it out loud in any circumstance where it might actually happen. If he could get her a little worked up first, however, she might go along and give in. "Amy and I like to share fantasy stories, things we like to pretend might happen."

Jerome shifted in his seat and sat forward, leaning in towards his new partner in crime. He liked where this was going already. He was all ears.

"I'm the only man she's ever been with."

"Bullfuckingshit" Jerome laughed, rocking back in disbelief. When Ben only nodded in the affirmative, he sat back forward, even more intrigued now.

"I'm not sure any other guy has even seen her naked. I think she's....curious. In fact, I know she is. She talks about it when we're having sex all the time. She would never, and I mean never, admit it at a time like this, however. She's always a little nervous when start roll playing anything, but once I get her warmed up..."

Jerome wasn't even sure what to ask. "You...you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Yes, I am. Just play along. I'm not going to promise anything. She might not go for it. She probably won't go for it. If she's not getting into it, I won't even try, but if she's..."

"I got it, man. I'll be cool" Jerome interrupted.

Amy had come back into the room, and though she couldn't hear them, she could see the guys were deep into some conversation. "Ahem" she said impatiently and loudly. They both looked at her at the same time, and both of them looked like their eyes were going to pop out of their skulls. She knew she looked incredible, but knowing she was so bare in front of another man like this...it was almost more than she could stand. She tapped her foot impatiently, enjoying that she knew this was probably about the last assertive thing she was going to do the rest of the night.

Ben looked at her intently for a moment, not quite believing this was his wife - the woman he found in yoga pants and a tanktop most of the time - standing before him and looking like that. Finally rousing himself from his disbelief, he pushed himself up from the couch, took one last finishing swig of his drink, and dropped the glass onto the glass tabletop. He pulled his suit coat from his well-built frame and tossed it back onto the couch, loosening his tie and he walked slowly, but with supreme confidence, towards his wife.

Amy tried to stare at her husband as he made his way across the room to claim what was his, but she couldn't help but glance back and forth at Jerome.

Ben arrived before her and stopped just inches from her body. His breathing almost put them in contact. With a swift move of his right hand, he reached up and grabbed her roughly from the back of the neck, pulling her into his face. He kissed her eagerly, almost desperately. Her body jerked forward awkwardly as he pulled her close, almost losing her balance atop her heels. They made her legs look incredible, but they just might kill her if he tried something like that again. Ben released her lips and eased his grip, her body swaying back a bit from his. He whispered "I love you" and gave her another peck. She smiled as he looked her straight in the eye.

Ben's posture stiffened as he dropped his hand. "Stay here" he said, a commanding voice. He walked, slowly, back to the couch and reclaimed his seat. Jerome sat back in his own chair, happy the show apparently was going to be coming to him. Settling back in to the middle of the couch, Ben loudly told his wife "Come here."

Amy felt that tingle again, excited at her husband's demanding nature. Slowly placing one leg sensually before the other, she took long strides across the room and stopped across the coffee table from her husband. She tried to keep an eye on the spectator out of the corner of her eye, desperately hoping he was enjoying the view.

"What is my name?" her husband questioned. She didn't understand, and her face showed it.

Ben leaned forward and looked her directly in the eye. "What am I, right now?"

Now she got it. "Um..." she started, sheepishly. "Master?" she sounded like a little girl, her voice lacking all confidence in her answer.

"That's right. I am your master, and you will do as you are told, won't you?" Ben questioned, his voice booming with authority.

"Yes...yes master" she said, not quite sure how to put the proper amount of submissiveness in her voice.

"Good. Come here and straddle me" Ben demanded. Amy eased her way around the table and put her right knee on the couch beside her husband, following with her opposite knee to his opposite side. She let her ass settle onto his lap, enjoying the fact that she could feel the lacy material gathering about her ass crack, giving Jerome a nice little view.

Ben leaned forward and, reaching around with both hands to grab her ass, pulled her up and to him. She eagerly kissed her neck, her head pushed to the side to make room. His lips formed a light suction on her skin, his tongue pushing against her firmly. His mouth worked its way down, past her shoulder blades and sucking gently on the upper, exposed portions of her breast. His hands grabbed and kneaded her ass as she rose and fell slightly in his lap.

Jerome couldn't really see what Ben was doing, but the look of that ass was unbelievable. What he wouldn't give...

Ben stopped sucking the top of her breasts and dropped her ass. Amy fell back with a small bounce onto his lap, a bright smile on her drunken face. "Go sit on the edge of the bed."

She rose as best she could, but it was a little awkward. Again easing past the coffee table, but this time to Jerome's side so that she brushed just past him, she moved over towards the bed. She turned to sit, but Ben was already immediately behind her. He pushed her back onto the sheets and straddled her from above. Reaching down and kissing her, he grabbed her by the sides and held her, placing her happily under his firm control. He pushed his own knees as far apart as he could, framing her body nicely for the viewer from the other side of the room. Jerome shifted over to the couch so that he could watch them without the sideways angle.

Ben leaned down and gave Amy's ear a short suck, concentrating especially on her earlobe. She loved that, and groaned a little in appreciation. Speaking loudly enough so that it would sound like a soft whisper, but certain Jerome would hear it, he told her "Open your legs so he can see."

Amy felt a rush of electricity between her legs with his words. She squirmed a bit and separated her legs as far as she could, which wasn't very far. What could he see? Could he see anything at all? She closed her eyes and moaned at the thought of this other man seeing her womanhood. Only Ben had ever seen her in that way, but she ached to expose herself tonight.

Ben unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, pulling his undershirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. He leaned to the head side of the bed and let his body fall beside hers, placing a hand on her knee and enjoying the smooth feel of her stocking. He ran his hand up her leg. "Open wider." Amy complied immediately, her legs moving far apart. She could feel the cold air of the room brushing up against her pussy, the fabric of her white panties pulling a small distance to one side.

Ben wasn't fooling around tonight. He reached her inner thigh and immediately brushed the rough lacy fabric of her panties. They were damp. Plenty damp. He gently rubbed her pussy through her panties, her hips rising and falling a bit in response. Looking her body up and down, he saw her eyes close and her head fall back as she let go and accepted the pleasure he was providing.

Amy almost couldn't stand it. She scolded herself for a second when the thought crossed her mind that she wanted a cock, and she didn't care whose it was. No, she thought. That's not what this is going to be. She did allow herself to think, for a second however, that it will be easier to think about another man's dick if there was one actually out in the room. Would Jerome pull it out and pleasure himself? Would she have the courage to ask him to?

Ben was now concentrating more firmly on the fabric covering her clit, her hip thrusts growing more pronounced. With a glance, he looked over towards Jerome and saw that he had repositioned himself on the couch and was taking advantage of a straight shot at his wife's covered crotch. Time to change that.

Ben was going to pull them aside to give their new best friend a full view, however he thought he felt a different. It was almost like there was a seam or something. Giving a push with his finger, it slipped right through the center of her underwear. Were these??

"Are these crotchless panties?" Ben asked, disbelief in his voice. Amy only cooed in response and wiggled her hips, pushing herself against his finger. Her juices surrounded his finger, creating the perfect slippery surface for him to push between her lips and down her slit. She moaned lustily as he used two fingers to separate the fabric and expose her hole to the room, to Jerome.

Ben gave a glance towards Jerome who was staring directly at her hole, licking his lips. He was transfixed on the amazing sight at the apex of her perfect legs. The twitch in his pants told Ben all he needed to know about how much he was enjoying all of this.

He turned back towards his wife as he held her panties, and thereby her pussy lips, wide open. Just as he pushed his middle finger against her and made a short flicking motion at her clit, he looked at her and said "Your pussy is open for him to see. You like that, don't you?"

Amy's mind was awash in pleasure. The room spun around her has her husband expertly worked her love button, her body lubricating itself at the thought of the stranger viewing her most private spot. "Oh yes" she moaned.

"You want me to put you on display, like the dirty little fuck toy you are, don't you?"

"Oh god yes...yes master." she replied, her voice quivering.

Ben stopped his clit work and ran his finger down the length of her slippery slit. Coming into contact with her dripping hole, he pushed one finger as far into her as he could. She groaned loudly and bounced her hips aggressively against his penetrating touch.

"That's a good girl...show him how you can work that body."

Amy shook her hips, her whole body loving the relatively minor thrust of his hands. "Oh fuck yes baby...oh yes!" she cried out. All of her concentration was on the fact that another man was watching her pussy as her husband poked away at it.

Ben looked down towards Jerome, whose eyes were the size of saucers already. He gestured with his head towards the suitcase on the near side of the room, motioning for Jerome to go retrieve something. Jerome wasn't quite sure what the hell this guy was up to, but the show had been good so far, so he got up and moved towards the suitcase which was open and atop a silver stand. He didn't have to look twice to see what he was supposed to get. A fairly small, bright red, penis shaped dildo poked out from just behind a small pile of neatly folded clothes.

Amy was lost. Her eyes pinned shut, her face contorted in pleasure. Ben reached up and made a "shush" gesture with his free hand, then beckoned Jerome towards them. Jerome pulled the toy from the bag and carried it across the room. Ben gave a nod towards his wife's pussy with his head, pulling his finger from within her. Jerome bent down and placed the red tip at the entrance to the beautiful crevice, pushing it against the puffy pink lips.

Ben put his hand on his own leg so Amy wouldn't figure out just how many limbs were at work on her. "You want that plastic cock in you?"

Amy bucked her hips in response. "Fuck yes...put it in me please...please master..." She was getting into this submissive role even more than usual, and never before had she gotten this into it without being tied down.

Jerome eased it into her, her lips spreading to accommodate it's larger size. Amy let out a deep groan as her whole body relaxed at the feel of her favorite fake-friend. She recognized its feel immediately, and her mind pretended that it might be what Jerome feels like. With short, slow strokes, Jerome worked the toy in and out of her, enjoying the sight of her pussy lips as they dragged along its sides. This thing wasn't very big, he thought, and this tiny little girl can barely take this. He knew he'd split her ass wide open.

"You like that, don't you?" Ben asked. Amy moaned in reply, her hips doing everything they could to increase both the speed and depth of its strokes. He recognized the completely lost expression on her face-the same one she'd get when they'd talk about her being with another man. It was now or never...and he badly wanted it to be now.

"How bad do you want that to be Jerome inside of you?" he asked, watching her intently for response. A wave of lust crossed her face as soon as he spoke the words.

"Oh yes...oh fuck yes..." she replied.

"Tell me you want that to be Jerome fucking you" Ben encouraged.

"I....I....I do..." Amy said, softly and more to herself than in reply to him."

Ben grew more demanding now. "Tell me what you want!" He was almost shouting at her.

"I.....I want him to fuck me!" she cried out loudly, her whole spirit giving in to her desire completely and all at once. "I want his cock in me!"

Ben reached down and took the toy from Jerome, motioning for him to return to the couch. His eye caught something. There was a bulge in that man's pants, but there was on way it would be way down there. The fuckin' thing was practically at his knees. Impossible.

Jerome let go of the toy and stumbled back to his seat. This was actually going to happen, wasn't it? He felt his cock growing in his pants. If this girl could barely handle that toy...Ben best thing about this before he ruins this girl forever.

Ben took control of the toy, working it in and out of her rapidly, each stroke fast and as deep as he could go. He sat up so that he was sure everyone would hear, and wickedly demanded of her "Beg me for it."

Amy didn't give it a thought. She was just with it enough to know she was giving in to something, but her body ached for the opportunity before her. "Please" she whimpered, her body rocking as her husband rocked the dildo against her.

"That's not good enough."

"Ple....please let him..."

"If expect me to let another man use you, you're going to have to do better than that."

"Please...I need his cock! Let him fuck me!"

Ben pulled the toy with a "pop" from her pussy and tossed it onto the bed beside her. He reached up and grabbed her corset roughly, yanking it down as hard as he could so that her nipples were finally exposed. He reached down and took one into his mouth, his hand reaching down and enjoying one last feel of his wife's pussy before another man had at it.

He let her go and sat up. "Stand" he commanded. Amy shifted a bit, trying to regain her composure, then sat up and put her weight onto her elbows. She looked down her entire length, her legs framing Jerome perfectly on the couch. She felt her pussy twitch in anticipation.

"STAND!" Ben said roughly. She pushed herself up and dropped off the edge of the bed onto her feet. She felt so exposed before this man, her excitement building with the knowledge that she couldn't rush over and have at him.

Ben stood beside her and moved to the chair, falling with a thud back into it. "Take that thing off" he ordered. Amy reached up and unfastened the corset, pulling it from her body and allowing her breasts to fall free, sweat glistening in the cool air.

"Holy fuck" Jerome said, almost to himself. "Those are infuckingcredible."

"Let him play with your tits" Ben instructed. Amy tried to move towards Jerome gracefully, but in her flushed state, she mostly lurched in his direction. Stopping before him, Jerome sat forward on the couch and reached up to gently hold her breasts. He lifted them gingerly, their full weight falling into his hands. Amy looked down and felt her passion rise at the sight of his black hands pressing against her milky white skin.

Jerome gave them a soft squeeze, loving the feel of their natural size. He pulled each nipple forward between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing them both back and forth. Amy let out a sigh, enjoying his touch. Jerome gave a sideways look at Ben, looking for one last approval before he went any further.

Ben understood the look. He also understood how to set the man at ease. Looking at his wife, her hair wet with sweat and falling limply about her shoulders, he told her "Tell him you are his and he can use you as he pleases."

Amy did not hesitate. "I'm yours, Jerome. Use me however you want." Jerome smiled wickedly. He leaned forward and drew her right breast into her mouth, his tongue immediately setting to work on her nipple. Amy moaned loudly in approval, her head rocking back as her eyes fell closed. The feel of his mouth seemed to cover her body.

Jerome sucked on her breast for a moment, softly massaging the other. Then he switched, his fingers using the wet of the just vacated breast to rub her nipple some more. Amy felt like her knees were going to buckle. Jerome reached behind her and finally grabbed a hold of the ass he'd been waiting to have. It disappeared behind his enormous hands as he pulled it apart and let it slap back together. Then he grabbed it again, rubbing it roughly and giving her a solid slap on the left ass cheek.

Ben smiled. "Tell him you like it like that."

"Mmmm" Amy replied "I like it when you spank me...I'm a bad girl."

Jerome felt his cock twitch at her submissive reply. It wasn't that often you'd find a girl who would give in, all the way in, like this. He thought he should enjoy this while he had it. He sucked on her breast with hunger, drawing the entire thing into his mouth. Amy looked down again and was overcome with the sight of his black mouth sucking on her white skin. She bucked her hips towards him, hoping he'd take the hint.

Ben knew what she was doing, and was rather enjoying his role as director. "Ask him for what you want."

"Please touch me" Amy started.

Jerome immediately let her breast slip from between his lips and leaned back. "What do you want?" he asked firmly, giving her a slap on the ass hard enough to push her forward towards him. Any harder and she would have fallen over.

"Touch me" she whimpered, "Please touch my pussy."

"Mmm, that's right" Jerome groaned, running a long finger down and between her legs. She let her weight fall down a little and onto his hand, enjoying the warm feel of his finger against her wetness. He pushed his finger up and let the tip enter her, following with the rest it. She moaned and pushed down against him, trying to bounce herself off his hand. "Oh yeah baby, fuck that finger" Jerome commanded, his deep voice adding authority that Ben couldn't completely match.

Ben sat back and took in the sight of his beautiful wife bouncing on this stranger's finger. We'll only relive this at home about a million times, he thought.

Amy kept working up and down Jerome's long finger, her large tits bouncing softly before her. She alternated between letting her head fall limply to her back and leaning forward to look at her beautiful black lover who never took his eyes off of her.

"That's good" Jerome said, pulling his finger from inside her. "I think it's time you sucked my dick." He pushed her back and he rose before her, his size dwarfing her before him.

Amy felt a flood between her legs. She'd only seen a few other men. She couldn't wait to see this one.

Jerome pushed past her and took her by the hand, pulling her behind him. She followed like she really was her slave. There might be nothing she wouldn't let him do. He moved to the bed, turned, and sat down on it, unbottoning his black shirt and tossing it aside. Amy couldn't believe how beautiful he was, his black skin stretched over an impressively muscular physique. "On your knees" he demanded, and she slid down and rested into a seat on her legs between his legs, a hand on each of his knees.

Jerome knew she'd never seen anything like she was about it. He pulled at his belt and let it fall to the side, then unbuttoned his pants. Reaching in and taking a hold of his half-hard cock, he looked at the beautiful face before him and said "You ain't never seen a cock like this, baby." He eased it from his pants, the full twelve inches of the thing falling with a thwack onto his lap.

Both Amy and Ben sat up when they saw it. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Amy wondered if she could actually do this. Ben's normal sized dick was more than enough. This? Shit, what would she do with it all. Ben thought it had to be a stunt or something. No man was THAT big.

Amy reached out tentatively, almost too scared to touch it. She just sort of poked at it at first, giving a giggle but never taking her eyes off the massive thing. Jerome reached down and picked it up, raising it up near her face. "You're gonna suck this thing until it's good and hard" he barked at her, slapping it gently against her cheek. Amy creamed at his action. It was so dirty, so wrong. A big black man was slapping her with his cock, just like the girls in her favorite movies. Now she just had to perform like one, she thought.

She reached out and finally took a hold of the thing. She could barely fit her hand around it. The length almost made you miss the fact that the thing had the girth size of a baseball bat. She didn't have to reach forward for it to come to her lips. She gave it peck of a kiss, then stuck out her tongue and liked the very tip. Jerome reached back and took her by the back of her head, his huge hand palming her like a basketball. He pushed her forward so that her lips pushed against his cock. She couldn't help but open her mouth, the end of it disappearing between her lips.

She had never been that excited about giving head. The only part to like, she thought, was that he liked it. This was different. It was so big, and she could put both hands around it and still have so much to spare. She only worked the head at first though, surprisingly liking how full it made her mouth feel.

Jerome still had her by the head, now taking a handful of her hair and pushing her up and down on his cock with urgency. He leaned back and groaned, loving the sight of this incredible woman slurping away at him. "Oh yeah, keep sucking that." He was using her face to fuck his cock.

Ben was surprised how much he was enjoying the sight of his wife with a giant, black cock disappearing into her face. He couldn't help but rub himself through his pants when he saw her let go with one hand and reach down between her own legs and start playing with herself. He stood up and twisted so that he could see her from behind. Her finger was busily plunging in and out of her own hole, stopping only to rub her clit occasionally.

Jerome held her face still and pumped away at her welcoming mouth, more and more of him disappearing into her all the time. Finally, he gave a long hard thrust, a gagging sound telling him that about four or five inches was all she was going to be able to take. He pulled himself from her mouth, spit forming long strings form her mouth to his cock. He slapped her on the face with it a few more times. She closed her eyes, lust crossing her face at being treated like this by a stranger.

He pushed her back and stood up, his pants falling to his feet. "Get up" he demanded. Amy sprung to her feet. Jerome like feeling like he could treat her however he liked, not caring if she could stand to face him tomorrow. She wasn't going to be his problem, after all. "Lay down, I want to taste that nasty white pussy."

Amy sat back, her eyes locked on his enormous length. She just couldn't believe it, as it hung from him in front of her. She barely noticed when Jerome's massive hands landed in the middle of her chest and shoved her onto her back. She definitely noticed when her legs were pushed into the air, his face disappearing between them.

Jerome breathed in deeply, the sweet scent of her womanhood filling his mind. Her pussy lips were already far apart, her hole open and begging for him. This was barely the same woman he'd put that toy in a few minutes ago. That was a tight, timid pussy. This was an aching one. His long tongue reached out and gave her clit a flick, a loud moan escaping from her as he did. He eagerly at her pussy, licking her up and down and occasionally pumping at her hole with his tongue. Her hips gyrated wildly, her legs squeezing against his harms, which held them apart. After a minute or two, he let one go and used that hand to finger her.

Amy reached up and kneaded her own breasts wildly, pushing them together and rubbing them fully. Her body shook with pleasure as she leaned up and looked down to see the top of his black head disappearing between her white thighs, her white stockings framing him. Her head landed back on the bed with a bounce as his finger entered her. Immediately she felt the rush of pleasure from the center of her body, every muscle convulsing as an orgasm rocked over her.

Jerome pulled his finger from her and reached down, taking his enormous meat into his hand. He gave himself a few long strokes to get as long and hard as he could. He gave her one good, last, lick and stood up, rising high above her. Reaching down and putting each leg over a shoulder, he pulled her so that her ass was just on the edge of the bed, her lips wide open before him.

Taking his cock into his hand again, he picked it up and dropped it onto her clit, a moan coming in response. He gave her a couple of gentle slaps with it, rubbing the head up and down her slit. She wiggled against him, her body begging for his invasion.

"You ready for this big black cock?" he demanded of her. Amy opened her eyes and looked at him, her expression the only answer he really needed. "I asked you if you're ready for this big black cock?" he asked again, slapping it hard against her.

"Oh fuck....yes" she whimpered.

"Fuck yeah, baby. I'm going to split that shit wide open" he groaned, grinning as he placed the head on her opening. That hole that seemed so open and inviting a moment ago was really pretty small. Jerome pushed the head of his cock hard against her, the tiny opening trying to take what it could.

Ben was rock hard, now rubbing himself aggressively though his pants. He was able to lean over just far enough to get a good look, and he could hardly believe what he saw. The lips of his wife's pussy was straining against that enormous piece of man, just barely the tip able to fit into her. Amy already felt like she was going go split wide open as she reached down and started to play with her clit, a rush of juices flooding from within her as she worked herself hard.

Jerome could feel her wetness as he gushed around inside of her. A few short, shallow thrusts worked some of it onto the tip of his cock, the blackness glistening in the dim light of the room. Ben thought he was going to cum right then when he saw the black rod disappear within his wife. Jerome grabbed each leg hard and pushed them as far apart as he could.

"Spread that little hole open for me" he demanded, Amy going along willingly as he shoved her legs apart. With a grunt, the gave a harder push, the first quarter or so of his length finally fighting into her.

"OH FUCK" Amy cried out, her pussy stretching to accommodate him as he pushed into her. As soon as he started to slowly give her a few pumps, she felt another orgasm explode from within her. If she hoped he was only going to give her a little bit of that thing, the dream died as soon as she came. The accompanying rush of juice lubed her up enough that soon he had drilled a solid seven inches into her, his long member plunging in and out of her with rapid thrusts.

Jerome watched Amy as her head thrashed back and forth from side to side, her body overcome with pleasure. He pumped at her hard, working as much of him into her as he could. Her tiny pussy grabbed a hold of him each time, the slippery walls rubbing against his ever hardening rod.

"Mmmm yeah, take that baby. You like that, don't you?"

"Oh yes...I do...I like it" Amy gasped.

"You like that big black cock, don't you, you dirty little girl?"

"Fuck yes" Amy replied, her body rocking back and forth with each thrust, her breasts heaving up and down. "I love that cock! I fucking love that cock!"

Jerome gave her a slap on the outer thigh and pulled from within her. "Turn over and show me that ass" he commanded. Amy rolled to her side and up onto her knees, her cute little ass pointed directly at her domineering lover.

Ben unzipped his pants and let his own, now seemingly insignificant, cock spring free. He slowly stroked himself, loving every second of watching this man take control of his wife.

Jerome aimed for the now gaping hole pointing up at him and buried his first eight inches into her. Amy's back jerked up in the air as the air was pushed out of her from his violent insertion. Right away, he started pumping into her hard, his body smacking against her cute ass. With his big paw, Jerome gave her a hard smack on the ass, then reached forward and pulled her head back by the hair.

"Take that fucking cock you dirty slut" Jerome grunted, using the other hand to hold her in complete control by the hip.

Amy loved the feel of his big hand in her hair, her head immobilized by his aggression. "Fuck yes" she cried, "make me your little slut."

Jerome loved it. He pushed harder and harder, nine inches, then ten filling her. Finally, he had his entire foot-long cock buried in her pussy, the tip of his dick pounding against the far wall of her womanhood. Her pussy gripped against him as shockwaves of pleasure shot through her.

"Fuck yes...FUCK" he groaned out. "You're a black cock loving slut!"

Amy was in heaven, finally feeling another man deep within her. "I'm a black cock slut!" she screamed, her voice thundering off the walls. "I'm your whore...fuck me like a black cock whore!"

Jerome gave her another hard swat on the ass. "That's my pussy now. That pussy loves my cock and it's mine. I'm going to split that pussy open and wreck it. "

"Fuck yes" Amy lustily replied "Take your pussy. Wreck your pussy. Fuck your pussy!" She was completely lost, each pound from behind sending a mini-orgasm throughout her body.

Jerome let her head drop to the bed and grabbed her by the ass, spreading her cheeks so that her ass was spread wide open. Running a thumb over her ass, he spit on her dark hole and pushed the tip of his thumb into her back entrance.

"OH MY FUCK ME YES!!!!" Amy screamed.

Ben was stunned. They'd never done that. She'd always recoiled at the thought. He wasn't mad...he was....overcome with lust for his incredible wife.

Jerome shoved his entire 12" in and out of her with each thrust, his thumb working slowly in and out of her ass.

"You're never going to want another cock again, are you...dirty slut".

"Fuck...fuck...I'm yours...uuuhhhh...yours....I love that cock...I'm your slut."

Jerome felt a tingle deep within his balls. He badly wanted to bury his seed deep within her, but he figured he'd leave that honor to the nice, quiet husband in the corner. "Where do you want this cum, you fucking slut?"

"Oh god...cum on my face...make me one of those sluts."

Jerome gave her a good hard pump and pulled himself from her. Grabbing her roughly by the side, he spun her around. Turning to Ben, the said "come her and fill this whore up, if you can." Ben sprung to his feet and dumped his cock into the well-worked hole at the end of his wife. It was so....loose.

Jerome climbed on the bed and, grabbing her by the head, buried his cock into her mouth. She sucked him eagerly. "Squeeze that pussy for your husband. His cock is all you get now...show him what a good whore you are."

Amy bucked at her husband wildly, sqeezing her pussy with all her might to grip him. She heard a familiar grunt from Ben, and then what seemed like an endless stream of his cum deep within her. Just then, the cock was pulled from her mouth. She looked up to see a passionate face on Jerome's face as he took aim at her. With a grunt, he shot a hot stream of his bright white seed all over her face. It was on her lips, across her eyes, in her hair. She felt like the dirties, sexiest girl in the word.

The next thing she knew, she was half-awake and half-asleep. She leaned up to see her husband passed out in the chair, Jerome pulling his shirt on, his pants already up and buckled. He gave her a wink, reached over and slapped one of her tits, and walked from the room. They'd never see him again, but rarely did an afternoon go by where she didn't think about him as she plugged her hole while her husband worked, usually with the 12" black dildo she special ordered online, but Ben didn't need to know about that.