It was a Saturday night, and Carrie and I had been drinking since the kids had finished dinner. My buddies Mac and Quinton, who we called Q, stopped over to watch Georgia football. They were half in the bag when they arrived, and we were all in a great mood because the Bulldogs were winning. Then Carrie came down with some weed, and that's when things got weird. Weed always makes my wife horny and she can be a bit of a flirt. She was playfully joking with Q, while at the same time, she was rubbing my leg. Somehow, the topic of oral sex came up, and Carrie confessed that she preferred giving and receiving oral to intercourse. She's always loved getting her pussy licked and its the onky way she can climax. Additionally, she liked the power she felt when giving head. It allowed my rather submissive wife to take control from the bottom, so to speak.
"I can't cum just from fucking. I need his tongue to finish me off," my wife said with a twinkle in her pretty green eyes. "And, unlike most girls, I like the taste of cock and cum."
Q, who was sitting on the couch with me and Carrie, asked her if she'd ever sucked black, and Carrie admitted that she hadn't. Both Q and Mac were black men in their mid forties. They had known each other for years, having met in the Army when they were first deployed. Mac was average height and somewhat heavyset with a slight beer belly and short curly hair. Q was just 5'7" tall and thin, with a bald head and ridiculous muscle definition. He wasn't overly muscular or big, but he had not an ounce of fat on his entire body.
Carrie and I had grown up in a racially diverse town outside of Atlanta, but we had started dating in high school. We had dated for six years before getting married when we were both just 23 years old, and I was the only man she'd ever had sex with. She had not a racist bone in her body, but she had long insisted that black men weren't her type.
"I would, I just never had the opportunity. Jeremy and I got together when we were just kids, and I have never sucked anyone's dick but his," she giggled as she gave my suddenly growing cock a gentle squeeze. Then she leaned in and kissed me. I could tell by the softness of her lips that she was horny. We were half drunk and stoned. Our inhibitions were low, and we started making out like a pair of randy teenagers. Her hands moved to my throbbing cock and she pulled me on top of her. I don't know why, but I began pulling at her clothes as if we were alone, and the next thing I knew, my sexy and curvaceous wife was in just her bra and panties.
I slid off the sofa and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pink, lace panties. I looked up at Carrie, and she nodded her agreement. We'd never broached the subject of exhibitionism nor had we ever discussed the idea of having a threesome or group sex of any kind. At one point I'd hoped to get her to fool around with one of her girlfriends but she had no interest whatsoever in women, and I'd certainly never considered bringing another guy into the picture, but there we were. She was wearing only a teal colored bra, and I was kneeling between her pale, thick thighs, in front of two of my friends.
My nostrils flared as the aromatic scent of my wife's arousal wafted over me. It drew me closer, and I slowly licked her smooth, hairless labia, making her moan softly.
"That's it, Baby," Carrie purred. She laced her fingers into my thick, dark hair and pulled me tight against her drooling pussy. The taste of her pussy had always been an aphrodisiac to me and I lost track of time and space as I lapped hungrily at her hard clit. Her chest heaved, and she slipped off her bra, exposing her natural D cup breasts to me and my friends. Then I slid two fingers inside of her soaking wet cunt and began to rub her g spot while simultaneously sucking and licking her clit. It was so hot licking my wife with an audience, and in less than a minute, her legs began to tremble.
I looked up at my wife over the topography of her pale, curvy body, and she smiled. Her eyes were half closed, and she had a euphoric expression on her pretty round face. It was then that I realized that her right hand was stroking Q's dick. I looked at it and felt a momentary pang of insecurity when I saw that it was significantly bigger than mine. But that passed quickly, and I began sucking, licking, and fingering her until she came hard. Her juices soaked my face. I pulled back and grinned like a Cheshire cat. Carrie saw my smile, returned it and then leaned over and took Q's cock into her eager mouth.
"I have now," she said in a soft, sultry voice. The way she was twisted looked uncomfortable, so I extricated myself from between her legs, allowing her to be more comfortable sucking my friend's big black dick. Then I stood up and undressed. It was then that I saw Mac in the chair across from us. He was sitting with his dick in one hand and his phone in the other.
"Are you recording this?" I asked, and he nodded.
"For our eyes only," I said firmly, and again, he nodded. I moved behind my wife and started rubbing my dick up and down her puffy pink labia. Her juices were flowing like a river. I had never seen her so wet, and my average sized white dick sank effortlessly into her pussy.
Carrie had been a petite 110 pounds when we were married, but she had added some weight with each pregnancy. Gone were her slender hips and flat stomach, but at 140 lbs, she was far from fat. The added weight was well placed, giving her a sexy hourglass figure, and her slight "mom bod" tummy, as well as her plump round ass were even sexier to me than when she was smaller.
I grabbed her soft hips and began to thrust. My pelvis slapped against her ass and my balls swung like a pendulum as I fucked my wife hard and fast. She was so wet that I could barely feel the walls of her canal and I felt like I could last forever without any friction. The sight of my wife with another man's dick in her mouth kept me rock hard, and her body rocked fore and aft from the force of my frenzed thrusts.
I fucked Carrie from behind while she enthusiastically sucked on Q's big dick. His size was doubly impressive compared to his short, thin body, but regardless, he was at least 2, maybe 3 inches longer than me and proportionally thick. After several minutes of continuous fast and hard thrusting, my back began to tire. Beads of sweat rolled down my face and I was gasping for breath. So I slid my cock from her velvety embrace and stepped back to watch her slurp on Q's dick.
She grabbed it with both hands and pulled him deep. At the halfway mark, she paused and let her throat adjust. Then she let go of his shaft and grabbed both of his butt cheeks. Her fingers dug into his chocolate flesh, and she coaxed his hips forward as she swallowed the length of his prodigious manhood. Her nose pressed against his hairy pelvis, and a low moan rose from her chest. She held him there for several long seconds and tears welled in the corners of her bloodshot eyes. Then she released her hold on his ass and let him slide from her quivering lips.
Carrie looked up at Q with a proud smile, and he nodded. "Damn good," he said in his deep baritone. A thick strand of saliva bridge the space from her bottom lip to the circumcised top of his cock and Carrie laughed.
"Thanks, that's a big one," she replied. Her praise sent a shiver down my spine and my my cock twitched. Unbeknownst to my wife, I'd always had a bit of a humiliation kink, and hearing her talk about his size triggered something inside of me.
"Yes, it is," Q said proudly. "Do you want us to switch places?" He asked as he gestured to me. I could tell he was eager to fuck her and the thought simultaneously excited and terrified me. Her giving him head was hot but I wasn't sure I was ready to see her fuck another man.
"I'm not done sucking it," my wife giggled. "You taste delicious." She reached out and guided him back to her mouth.
Mac and I watched her slurp on Q's cock while he continued to record them. He was still stroking his dick and that seemed weird, but I followed suit, none the less. The video was already 13 minutes long, so he stopped and restarted a new video to make it manageable. Then he handed me the phone and pulled off the rest of his clothes. He pulled out his wallet and dug out a condom and smiled at me.
"I'm going in," he said with a light-hearted laugh. "I'll show you how the brothers do it." Then he rolled the condom onto his black dick and moved behind my pretty wife. I considered protesting, but before I could, he playfully slapped her ass and aimed his dick at her frothy hole.
Mac looked at Q and nodded. "Just like old times," he boomed, and Q nodded back.
"Hell yeah bro, like Germany in 2012," Q replied as Mac entered my wife's tight pussy. His cock was about the same length as mine, maybe slightly longer, but it was at least as thick as Q's, and Carrie gasped when he entered her.
Q made a comment about my wife being the creamy white center of an Oreo and she moaned wantonly around his long, thick cock. Unlike me, Mac fucked her slowly. His hips moved in long, languid strokes, and she began to whimper. He was a muscular man, and he crossed his powerful arms in front of his belly. Then he grabbed her hips with his left hand on her right hip and his right hand on her left hip. He moved with surprising grace, and she rocked slowly between them.
I pointed the camera at the union of his dick and her cunt. Then I zoomed in. Her pink labia were shiny and wet, and his condom covered dick was glazed like a doughnut with her juices.
"Just like that," Carrie gasped during a quick moment when Q's cock was outside of her mouth. "Don't stop. Please. I'm so close." Then she wrapped her lips around the bulbous cock head in front of her and sucked hard. Her right hand gripped the base, and her body began to quake. Her back arched, and she squealed like a stuck pig. We'd been together for 17 years, married for 11, and in that time, I had never made her climax during intercourse. We'd always assumed that she wasn't wired that way, but in less than 5 minutes, Mac had gotten her there.
He kept his pace steady until her climax ebbed. Then he pulled out and motioned to Q that it was his turn. "You're up, big man," Mac said, and they smiled at each other knowingly, like they had done this routine more than once before.
"You got a magnum? Because otherwise I'm going in raw." Q asked.
"I'm not on birth control," my wife protested weakly, and Q paused.
"I don't have to if you don't want me to," he said with a warm, sexy grin.
"No, I want you to, just make sure you pull out," she panted, and then he moved around her body.
"Good, because as good as your mouth is, I know this is some great pussy."
Q pushed his cock into her wet cunt and I zoomed in with the camera. Her lips stretched taut, and she groaned deep and low. It was surreal watching him enter her. His dick was so big and so black. The contrast was incredible. He stopped at the halfway point, just as he'd done with her mouth. Then he backed out, and I noticed a ridge of my wife's white cream where he had stopped. I'd seen that happen in porn but never imagined seeing it from my wife.
On his next stroke he sank all the way in, forcing the air from her canal and her pussy farted loudly. He placed his left hand on the small of her back, just below the small tramp stamp tattoo she'd gotten her freshman year in college. It was a four leaf clover to signify her Irish heritage, and it was visible between his thumb and forefinger. Then her grabbed her long auburn hair for leverage and began to thrust. My stokes had been fast and frenetic. Mac's had been long and languid. Q's were firm, hard, and deep.
Carrie lowered her face to the sofa cushion and arched her back like a pro. I'd never seen her do that before, and I wondered for a second where she'd learned it. Each thrust made her grunt, and each time he backed out, she moaned loudly. She was much more vocal than usual, and she squealed when he slapped her plump pale ass with his left hand, leaving a bright pink handprint on her flesh.
"God, that's deep," Carrie gasped as her body rocked back to meet him.
"Too deep?" Q asked, and she shook her head.
"No, it's perfect."
Mac sat down beside her and guided her small hand to his black cock. She grabbed it tight and then pulled her torso so she could suck it. She pulled off the condom and then slid her lips easily to the base. Her head bobbed slowly, and I watched and filmed for several minutes as I teased and toyed with my rock hard cock. I knew that if I jerked it, even a little, I'd explode, so I was careful not to do that.
At the 15-minute mark, I stopped and restarted the camera. Then I moved to the side for a profile view of my wife being spit roasted between my two black friends. Carrie began to pant and shake. I could tell she was about to cum again and she let Mac's dick fall from her lips. She cried out and cursed like a sailor as she came on Q's cock. When she stopped cumming he laid down on the floor and told her to climb on board.
She eagerly straddled his trim waist and then lowered her dripping sex onto his big, wet cock. She impaled herself, taking him to the root. Then she rocked forward and back, letting his length fill her deep. She looked into his amber eyes and then lowered her lips to his. Watching them kiss was a gut punch. It was more passionate and intimate than fucking or sucking and as such, it was harder to see. I felt my cock twitch and then, without even touching myself, I came. My balls tensed and my cock erupted, spewing sperm onto my hardwood floors.
Mac laughed at my plight, and Q grabbed Carrie's hips. He thrust upward, his cock pounding her deep and she came again and again. She mashed her lips against his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. When she finally came up for air, my dick was still rock hard and the tip was covered in cum.
"Cum for me," Carrie purred and Q smiled.
"Make me cum, Baby Girl," he said playfully. They both smiled, and Carrie pulled her feet under her. She propped herself up on his chest and looked down at him with a sultry gaze.
"Cum for me, Daddy," she begged as she tensed the inside of her pussy. I knew that feeling well, and she began to bounce fast and hard.
Q's breathing began to labor, and his face tightened as he struggled to hold back. "I'm getting close, Baby Girl," he warned, and she redoubled her efforts.
"Cum for me, Daddy," she panted loudly. I could tell he was at the brink, and I expected her to hop off and finish him with her mouth, but she shocked us all. She sat down hard, burying him deep, and then she looked deep into his eyes. "Breed me, Daddy."
Q's eyes widened, and he grunted loudly like a wild animal. My mind was reeling but I somehow focused the camera on their union. His balls tightened, and he continued to grunt and groan as he pumped his potent seed into her fertile 34 year old womb.
"Thank you, Daddy." My wife purred. Then she cupped his face and kissed him, deep and wet. Their tongues entwined and she sat on his pelvis, using his spent cock like a cork so his sperm stayed inside her. Carrie came up for air after a few moments, and then she looked at Mac.
"You want sloppy seconds?" She giggled, but Mac deferred, so she finished him with her talented mouth while she continued to straddle Q's waist. When he came, she swallowed his seed, and then she climbed off of Q and laid on the couch with her legs spread wide. She didn't have to ask me. Somehow, she knew my answer, and I laid between her splayed thighs.
I sank my dick into her stretched, soiled hole and using Q's cum as lube I fucked my wife. I started slowly, but neither of us could feel much at all. She was loose and filled with hot cum. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer. I could smell Mac's cum on her breath and I tried to pull away but she didn't give up and eventually I acquiesced to her wishes. My lips met hers, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I had kissed her after blow jobs before, but that was my cum and my mind was reeling. Suddenly, I erupted inside of her, emptying my balls into her saturated womb, but I knew if she ended up pregnant, it couldn't be mine because I'd gotten a vasectomy years earlier.
My stomach was churning in the aftermath of our fourway tryst. I had regrets. We'd crossed a line, and I knew there was no putting the gene back in the bottle, and we all knew it. As two loads of cum drained from her pussy she crawled back into Q's arms and snuggled tight.
"No one has ever made me cum like that, Daddy," she sighed. Her leg was draped across his body, and her hand toyed with his chiseled chest.
"Do you still prefer oral?" Q asked with a knowing smile.
"I loved sucking your cock Daddy," she purred, "but nothing could beat you fucking my pussy."
Epilogue
Carrie picked up plan B the next morning because we had no desire to explain a mixed race baby to our family and friends. She also made an appointment with her OBGYN and went back on birth control pills. As I figured, we continued to have threesomes with Q, but it was a one-time deal for Mac because he was married and didn't want his wife to find out. But, truth be told, our threesomes were more like a twosome with me as a spectator, and oddly, that was just fine with me. I enjoyed watching him fuck my wife and she continued to prefer oral with me.
Three years later, Carrie went off birth control "before it was too late,", and ten months later, she gave birth to a beautiful mixed race baby girl who they named Evelyn after Q's mother. Our friends and family think she had IVF, but Mac and I know the truth.
Q is involved in their daughter's life. They share custody, and he still fucks my wife several times a week, usually on pick up and drop off days. Sometimes, I am there to watch, and sometimes its just the two of them. I have accepted that I am now a cuckold but I have resisted Carrie's attempts to lock my cock in a metal chastity cage but my reluctance is fading.
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