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My wife wasn't k**ding when she told me she wanted me to eat her pussy everyday. My head was back between her legs and face down on her muff before we both went off to work the next morning. This new sexual development aroused both of us tremendously. She stood in the living room with her legs spread apart while down on my knees I ate her pussy.

"Gosh I love seeing you between my legs."

"Mmmmmm." Was all I could mumble with my mouth latched on to her pussy.

"It feels so good."

After I ate her to orgasm we switched places and she sucked my cock till I blew my wad into her mouth and face. That day she was late for work because she took a little longer cleaning up all the jizz I spewed over her.

At work she called me on the cell phone.

"Hi, honey. Thanks for this morning--I really needed it."

"Anytime baby." I replied.

"I want it again when I get home." Anna cooed.

And when she Anna back home from work she got it again. This time she sat on a velour loveseat in the living room with her legs stretched wide open. Again, I was on my knees with my head on her snatch, eating her pussy like it was an all you can eat buffet. I had a massive hard on the whole time I munched on her pussy. She squirmed and squeaked with delight as I brought her to orgasm.

Later in the evening after supper she stripped off all her clothes, laid down on our bed and spread her legs wide open.

"Eat me." She invited.

This time I kissed her mouth. We shared a tender set of kisses, then I licked her breasts as I worked my way down to her pussy. For the next half-hour my head stayed between her thighs. She relished every minute of it, making a sound like a moaning laughter. Giving her so much pleasure made me very happy, I ate and licked her pussy with my tongue with single minded determination and made her cum three separate times. She expressed her enjoyment of this new situation with delighted cries as I brought her to the third orgasm.

"Oh yeah. You eat pussy good, cuck boy." She sighed with contentment.

"Mmmm, you are tasty." I said with my jaw tired.

"Okay, your turn. Lay back." She sat up and grabbed my hard dark.

I did as she asked and she stroked my dick with her hand until I came. It didn't take long. I was so hot and bothered that I had been hovering near climax for some time. After cleaning up we got back in bed and cuddled with each other.

"Having my pussy eaten is good way to pass the time while I wait for Antwan to get back." She snuggled with me. "I miss fucking him so much. Even though we can't have sex I can see there are still plenty of fun things for us to do together."

"So what is it you like about it me eating your pussy?" I asked out of curiosity. "I mean my tongue is smaller then my dick, how much pleasure can it possibly give you?"

Anna looked at me with a radiant smile. "I'm not sure. It's very stimulating feeling your tongue and it makes me feel empowered somehow."

"Empowered?"

"It's like I'm in control. It excites me to see you on your knees with your face in my crotch. And then it gives me a rush to whack or suck you off. " Anna pressed her warm soft body against mine. "It makes me happy that we can get each other off even if we don't have sex."

"I'm happy about that too. And I love that we hold each other in bed." I said pulling her closer to me.

"Me too, honey." Anna kissed my lips and then nestled her head against my shoulder. "I feel so close to you."

"By the way have you had a chance to talk to Antwan today?"

"Yes I did." Anna's eyes lit up at the mention of her black lover's name. "I told him I can't wait for him to come back and spend more time with me. He says he is thinking about me all day and bought me a gift; isn't he the sweetest guy."

"He's a good guy." I replied. "You haven't told him you are going to have sex with him exclusively yet?"

"No. Not yet. Let it be a surprise for when he gets back. I got so much to prepare. I want to shop for new clothes for work and also clothes to look nice for him when he gets back, I need new boots--ones with heels, I want to get some new perfume and some sexy lingerie."

"That reminds me of when we went shopping before your first date with Antwan."

"Yes. You can help me shop too, it should be fun. Well, good night, honey."

"Good night."

Later then night when it seemed Anna went to sleep I went to my study, turned on my computer and started watching the video I shot of Antwan and Anna's first time together. Watching my wife making love to a black man had been the most intense night of my life. Sitting in front of the computer I lowered my pants and masturbated to it. As I pleasured myself, I suddenly heard a creak behind me.

Anna was there with a glass of water, wearing only a sheer nightie and panties, watching me masturbate.

"I got up for a drink."

"I can see that." I said, feeling strangely embarrassed. I minimized the window with her sex video and began to pull up my pants.

"No. Don't stop." Anna said, placing her glass on a table and pulling up a seat next to me. "I would like you to continue. Just do what you would do if I weren't here. Please, honey."

"Ok I said." I still felt embarrassed but did as she asked.

I put the video back up and stroked my dick to the scene of my wife's interracial sexing. Anna watched me and began rubbing herself. Seeing her arousal made me more excited. My dick got super hard and the feeling of pleasure got more intense.

"You are so obsessed with seeing me black fucked." Anna whispered. "Gawd, that makes me so wet."

"I get off watching this video of you with Antwan once sometimes two or three times every night" I said.

Anna lowered her panties and began intensely fingering herself.

"Sometimes I watch the other sex vids of you and Antwan and sometimes I just look at pictures of the two of you together." I said showing her their location on my computer with my free hand.

"Oh wow. You have all our sex pictures and vids so well organized." Anna said as she continued to rub herself.

"It's my new favorite hobby."

"What's in this folder?" Anna clicked on the folder with pictures I modified with hearts. "These are really cute I love them."

"I made them for fun."

"You need to make me copies for my computer. I like them."

"Sure."

Next, Anna opened the folder with my drawings. She looked at them with fascination. Anna spent the most time looking at the drawing I made of her in a wedding dress kissing Antwan at the conclusion of a wedding ceremony.

"These are really nice." Anna said. "Is this all that you think about?"

"Pretty much yes."

Anna smiled. "I think part of what makes sex with Antwan so great is seeing how much it turns you on."

"Sometimes I get off just looking at pictures of you. Like this one." I pulled up one of our wedding pictures where Anna looked stunning in a slim white wedding dress standing arm and arm next to me. "I love seeing you so beautiful on our wedding day and thinking about how this sweet young woman would become my black cock loving hot wife."

"Oh, honey. I love it." She said with approval.

We masturbated together for a few minutes. I jagged off to our wedding photo and she fingered herself to me masturbating. Together we shared an orgasm, then we cleaned and held hands as we went off to bed. We cuddled in bed. She fell asleep as I caressed her and I drifted off soon afterwards while I gazed at the shape of my wife's lovely, curvy body.

--

The following day Anna and I drove to a high-end mall. The main reason we were there was so Anna could shop for new clothes to impress Antwan with. Because of that everything Anna did was a major turn on for me. I often fell behind her as she browsed through the mall so I could admire the sway of her body as she walked. As I had observed before, she possessed a new outward sexiness and glow that projected from her ever she first had sex with a black man. The masculinity of Antwan's earnest lovemaking unlocked a previously subdued femininity in her and released a bold woman who felt confident in womanhood and her sexuality. People in the mall seemed to notice it too, as I caught many guys sneaking stares at her. She gave a very friendly smile to a young black salesman as she strolled through the perfume department, sampling scents and rubbing some on her wrists--and I was incredibly turned on.

When she stopped in the shoe section of the department store to look for heels, pumps and boots on--I was turned on again. I carried a shopping bag with the new perfume she bought while Anna made a thrilled shriek when she saw the latest shoes on display. She walked with a quick bounce over to them and examined them with hungry delight.

"Oh, Jim. This is what I need." Anna said with a sweet voice as her eyes gazed over a pair of black slingback mid-heel pumps.

Then she spotted a pair of anklestrap pumps and gasped. "Or these! I need them all."

I know plenty of guys who hate shopping with their wives and girlfriends. Even I used to at one point, but lately I had been looking it as another opportunity to admire my wife's beauty and sexiness. Anna looked amazingly hot sitting down trying different pumps while showing off her slim legs, covered with black pantyhose, under her black pleated flounce skirt. It aroused me to watch her slip shoes on and off her feet. What made it so hot for me? It all came back to me knowing that the lovely young wife trying shoes on in front of me was black cock slut. Thinking about how my pretty brunette wife, who was now intensely searching for the best shoes, had surrendered her body in front of me to a black man made me long to see her do it again.

"Oooooooh, boots!" Anna cried after sending me to pay for the pumps she picked.

When I returned to her side she was busy trying on a pair of brown riding boots.

"I like these but I don't have anything that goes with them." Anna looked at me shyly. "Maybe I could buy a matching outfit today?"

I smiled. "Get anything you want today. We can afford a little splurge."

Anna's face lit up and I wanted to kiss her. As if she heard my thoughts, Anna jumped up and planted a sweet kiss on my lips.

"Thank you, baby. I will take the boots."

"Baby. I know you want to look good for Antwan so consider it my gift to you."

"I do want to look good for Antwan. I'm glad you understand how special tomorrow is going to be. I want it to be perfect."

I was pretty sure my wife wasn't going to wear the brown riding boots tomorrow but it didn't matter. She was a shoe whore as well as a black cock whore. I just felt happy spending this time with Anna.

Seeing her shop for clothes, trying different skirts on and going in and out of the changing room--I continued to be turned on. Everywhere she went I thought--there goes my wife, a beautiful black cock slut. Who could have guessed this attractive young brunette wife was a total whore for black loving? It made me wonder as I scanned the mall and spotted other attractive young women shopping, how many other beautiful white women here were like her?

My excitement continued as I watched her using a store mirror while she tried on new clothes.

"Do you think Antwan will like this skirt on me?" Anna moved around to see herself from different angles.

"I think it looks great on you."

"I hope so. I want to look sexy for my man." Anna said as she posed in the mirror.

It surprised me that her words stung me a little, especially when she said: my man. Antwan was of course her man now. I was her husband--but not her man. That title was reserved the guy who fucked her pussy and that wasn't me anymore, it belong to a black man who taken my place in bed.

Later we went to a lingerie shop and bought some fancy and sexy under garments. I watched her model them in a private changing room and enjoyed every moment of watching her undress and try different outfits on.

After we were done shopping we went to a restaurant to eat. We looked like any other white couple enjoying lunch. We talked about normal things: the weather, work and politics. As we conversed I realized too that one of the things that really connected Anna and I together was how well we bonded on an mental level. The whole time we were there we said nothing about sex and just enjoyed each other's company.

As we finished our lunch we saw an interracial couple, a handsome young black man and an attractive young white woman take a seat at a booth nearby us. He was very athletic looking and clean cut and she had red hair, a slender figure and a bright smile. Together they both seemed really happy and excited so it was easy to tell they weren't just friends but were serious lovers. Anna smiled wistfully when she saw them and we exchanged a knowing grin as we got up and left. Once outside Anna pointed toward the restaurant and said:

"That was a cute interracial couple back there."

"I bet they get it on all day."

Anna took my arm and held on to me tightly as we walked to our car in the parking lot. "I think we are going to see more couples like that in the future."

I winked at her. "I also think there will be more couples like us to."

"Do you mean white couples where the wife has sex with a black man while the husband watches?"

"Yes."

"Oh yes." Anna said. "I'm sure more and more couples will be just like us as people become more open minded."

-

The next day I arranged to meet Antwan by myself at our house while Anna was out shopping. We didn't really need groceries, but she knew her being out was only to give me time to clear things with Antwan.

Before he arrived I also took steps to make sure my wife's night with Antwan was extra special. I tossed rose pedals on our bed and lit several candles to give it an extra romantic look. The sheets were fresh and silk. I had also had a stereo in the room ready to play a medley of sexy make-out music that I knew both Anna and Antwan liked. It gave me a hard on just looking at all the preparations for my wife's big night with her black lover.

Antwan sounded suspicious when I talked to him on the phone. He seemed to sense something was up but he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing. I assured him everything was cool and that I just wanted to chat with him a bit and give him a key to the house.

He showed up on time and we had beers after turning the television in the living room on to a cable sports channel. After some polite conversation about sports and the weather I got right to the point.

"Listen, Antwan." I started. "I wanted to let you that Anna and I talked about our situation and have come to a decision."

"Aight."

"We decided, with your consent of course, that you and Anna should become full time lovers. You will have a key to the house and you are welcome to come over whenever you want. You can be over here every night of the week if you choose and you can have as much sex with Anna as the two of you want."

"What about you? Ya'll okay with this." Antwan said with a disbelieving look on his face.

"Anna and I both feel the same way about it."

"So Anna we be fucking the both of us?"

"No."

"No?"

"Anna will only fuck you."

"Dayum. And you are okay with that? It don't bother you that I'm doing your woman and you can't?" Antwan shook his head.

"Honestly, I approve of it wholeheartedly."

Antwan smiled and took a deep swig from his beer. "I like that."

"Glad to hear it."

"It's cool bro, ya'll alright." Antwan extended his hand forward to me and we exchanged a handshake.

"I want to thank you for being so cool about all this." I told him after we shook hands. "Throughout everything you've been patient and a gentleman. You've never been too pushy and I really appreciate that."


"Ain't nothing, man." Antwan laid back on the sofa. "I'm an easy going brother. I think what we got going works out great for everybody. I got the hots for Anna and she got the hots for me. We do our thing together and it is what it is. But I'm real see, I know she loves you. She doesn't want to leave you for me, not really."

I smiled. "Thanks Antwan. I really do love her."

"I know you do. I know. And I respect that. I'm happy she gonna keep doing the relationship thang with you. It's all good. I don't really want to spend all day with a woman. Sometimes I want to shoot hoops, or watch the game, or watch tv. Women, they always want to talk and shit, keep things neat, or just go do sumthin. The way I see it, you and I have a partnership. You take care of the lovey dovey homebody side of things that she needs and I take care of her sexual needs in bed and everyone is happy."

I nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

"Damn straight it's a plan." Antwan laughed.

-

Anna walked in a short time later carrying two grocery bags while wearing a classic dark gray pinstripe skirt suit. My wife had an impeccable sense of style and always looked her best. Today was no exception. Under her knee length dress skirt she wore jet black stockings with black ankle strapped and closed toed three-inch heels.

"Hi Jim, honey. I'm home."

My wife placed the two grocery bags on the kitchen counter. I got up off the coach and walked over to greet her. She hugged me tightly and gave me a kiss on the lips. After she kissed me I nodded my head in Antwan's direction and she turned around and she saw that Antwan was here. Her eyes brightened, she smiled widely and I could just barely notice her tongue lick the top row of her teeth. My dick jumped in my pants as I watched my wife and Antwan's eyes meet and saw the sparks fly between them.

"Hello, Antwan." She said.

"Hey, suga."

"How was your trip?"

"It was good."

"You guys were talking?" She asked, biting her lip in a cute and nervous way.

"We did. And I told Antwan everything."

"So you know then?"Anna looked at Antwan with an expectant hopeful look.

"Yup." He said as he stood up from the living room sofa. "Jim said you want to start having sex with only me."

Still in my arms Anna looked cautiously at me with her beautiful brown eyes: "Are you sure you are ok with this, baby?"

"How many times do I have to tell you before you get it: I love it." I held her tightly in my arms, kissed her and then turned Anna around to face Antwan. "Go to him, baby."

I felt her warm and soft body against mine for one lovely second. The heat from her was arousing and intoxicating. I relished the sensation of pressing against my wife's body, then gently I pushed her forward and watched her step away from me and towards Antwan. This was the moment I both dreaded and longed for. My wife and I had been so intimate the last few days. I had enjoyed the time alone we shared. Part of me didn't want to let go, but that part of me was overwhelmed by the incredible desire to see my wife with a black man. It was as unstoppable for me to release Anna as it was for her to go to him. The decision was no longer ours to make. The balance of sexual power now leaned entirely toward Antwan. She had to surrender to him. He had become the dominant male. I began to feel like we had been playing parts in an elaborate mating ritual, where the rights to sex with my wife had been passed away from me. Anna remained my wife, but she belonged sexually to another man, a black man. That had become the new dynamic in our relationship and all the parties involved had approved.

Anna looked awesome from behind. My wife was a fit and attractive young white woman dressed sharply in her professional skirt suit. Her slender waist accentuated the curve of her female form. Her rear end looked delectable as it swayed back and forth with every step she took to her black lover, her new mate. She turned around once and winked at me. How happy she looked! Her face beamed with excitement, and without words she sent me a message moving only her mouth.

Off her lips I read: "I love you."

"I love you too." I replied silently.

Then Anna turned her back on me. She turned away from me to face Antwan in front of her. I moved around them to see better. She smiled with delight and leaned up, my heart started to beat faster, and their lips touched.

They began to kiss..

Maybe it was the emotion of the moment, but it felt like seeing my wife kiss a black man for the first time all over again. She placed her hands on his broad shoulders. He put his hands on her hips. Their bodies pressed close, pulled together by irresistible sexual attraction . She reached up, her hands moving up from his shoulders to cup his face, as he leaned down. His hands wrapped around her back. Their lips met, gently at first and then with increasing intensity as passionate reunion of interracial lover continued. One of her feet, resting attractively in a black heel, began to twist on the floor with pleasure. My ears were soon treated to the delightful sound of Anna's sweet moans as hers and Antwan's mouth wrestled with each other. She never moaned that way when I kissed her. This ecstacy was something she could only obtain through Antwan. I marveled at how delicate Anna looked in his arms and against his large muscular body.

While they kissed I had slowly moved toward where I left one of my digital cameras in the living room. I had left it prepared for just this occasion. By now, Antwan and my wife were accustomed to me snapping pictures of them together that it was just white noise in the background to them and they ignored it.

The hard on in my pants throbbed like crazy as I watched the two lover's heads move side to side as their hungry kiss continued. I couldn't get over how sexy Anna looked kissing him in her skirt suit. Still holding each other, they pulled back from their wonderful kiss to look at each other. Both Anna and Antwan exchanged huge smiles that I couldn't help thinking were so natural and happy.

"You don't know how much I've been thinking of you." Anna said.

"I've been thinking of you too." Antwan reached into his pockets and pulled out a small box.

Anna's eyes and smile widened with delight. "You bought me a present?"

"Yeah." He shrugged.

"You are too sweet!"

"I saw this at the mall and thought of you." Antwan said.

Anna opened the box and then squealed with delight as she pulled out a slim gold necklace with a heart shaped jewel pendent.

"Oh, it is beautiful!" My wife said with her face glowing at Antwan.

"Here let me put it on you."

"Yes, please."

I watched Anna turn around, a bright smile illuminating her face, and hold still. There was something incredibly sexy about watching them as Antwan put the necklace on her. I took many pictures of the event that I was sure I would later masturbate to a dozen times. It was symbolic of the growing bond between my wife and her black lover. Anna was becoming more and more Antwan's woman in ways beyond just the physical. Anna glanced briefly at me with excited eyes. She looked happy and I was excited for her. When Antwan finished attaching it he gently kissed her neck. The sight of his dark lips on her tan neck looked exquisite. I captured every moment of it with a few clicks of my camera. She moaned softly as she received his kiss, her shoulder lifted and titled toward him as her eyes closed with pleasure. She turned back toward him, eyes glinting with happiness and her hand on her present.

"Thank you so much, Antwan."

He looked slightly embarrassed with her thanks. "Your welcome, suga. I'm just glad you like it."

"Like it? Baby, I love it. I'm going to cherish this always." My wife then kissed his black lips gently and with much love and tenderness.

My dick hardened, throbbed and hurt with excitement as I watched Anna and Antwan share this wonderful loving moment.

"I want you to take me." Anna said when their lips parted

Antwan smiled. "So you gonna only have sex with me now?"

"Only you."

"You don't want to fuck your husband anymore?" Antwan said, never taking his eyes off her.

Anna gazed into his eyes. "Nope."

"You are sure?"

Anna replied with a deep kiss while at the same time massaging his cock through his pants with one hand. After kissing him she looked lovingly into his eyes.

"I only want you inside me." My wife told him. "This is the way Jim and I want it, but especially the way I want it."

"So no more sex with hubbie?" Antwan asked.

"No, baby. Only you."

"And I can be here whenever I want and do you whenever I want?"

"Yes, baby. I hope you stay and fuck me every night."

"I plan to be here a lot."

Anna smiled. "I want you here in my bed and your black cock in my white pussy."

My wife and Antwan's body pressed forward into each other and they kissed again. The moment seemed to last forever. Anna lifted her left leg and rubbed it up and down the side of Antwan's body as they locked lips. I could hear her coo with delight as his hands caressed her body all over her back, hips and ass. I couldn't get over how beautiful they looked together.

"Wow. That was good." Anna said when they finished.

"Ready to fuck?"

"Oh yeah." She replied.

Hand in hand they ran up the stairs, laughing and giddy like two teenagers in love. I was reminded of the young interracial couple my wife and I had seen at the restaurant. My wife had the same wide beaming smile the young woman with her black boyfriend had. There was joy in the way she pranced upstairs, a joy for live and love that made my heart beat faster. Her joy became my joy. I caught the moment on my camera for later viewing. They entered the bedroom with their hand's clasped. She preceded him, pulling him along. She gasped with delighted surprise when she entered and saw the bed covered with rose petals and the room illuminated with candles.

"This is lovely, Jim. Thank you." She said to me and then yanked Antwan into the bedroom. "Get in here, loverboy."

After he followed her inside Anna leaped into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his back and her arms went around his neck as they kissed. It looked very good. I could see the joy of my wife's desire for Antwan in the eagerness with which she held him. They remained there for a minute, my wife kissing him in his arms like a new lover.

When he set her down, Anna began to undress slowly. I scuttled in behind them and took a position off to the side where I could view the action from the best angle. At the same I pushed the start button for the make out music. The music fit perfectly with the mood as my wife began to slowly strip for Antwan. I started to think that this was a new chapter in my new life. Another transformation of my role as a husband had begun to solidify. I was my wife's supporting cuckold in her pursuit for interracial union. My purpose was to facilitate the joining of my wife with her black lover. I whole heartedly embraced this goal.

"I've waited for you all week, baby." Anna said undoing the buttons of her suit jacket. "All week I've thought of your gorgeous black body driving me mad."

"I've thought of you too, suga." Antwan smiled and sat down on the bed to watch her strip. "I've been dreaming of this moment."

"You make me so horny and wet, baby." Anna freed the last button on her jacket and rubbed her hands down the side of her body.

Anna, with an intense look of passion in her face, threw off her suit jacket. Next she dropped her skirt, revealing a silky white slip underneath. Her eyes remained fixed with lust on Antwan. She swayed her hips side to side for him while her slender hands worked her hardening breasts.

All I could think of was that I was the luckiest man in the world. The scene in front of me was blowing my mind it was so hot. How many guys get to watch their beautiful wife stripping for another man who she is about to make love to? If they knew how good it I'm sure there would be more. My dick was throbbing uncontrollably. I kept thinking to myself: I'm never going to put my penis into that beautiful woman again. She doesn't want it from me. She wants it from a black man. I had seen her make love to Antwan before, but it was different this time. This was the first time after our arrangement. With a cute wink she lowered her slip to reveal the lacy pink lingerie she and I bought at the mall. Antwan grinned in appreciation.

"Do you like what you see baby?" My wife asked.

"I love what I see, suga."

"I bought it just for you."

"Baby, I like."

Her blouse came off and then her bra. Her breasts came out, perky and excited; Antwan cupped them in his hands. How incredibly sexy her white breasts looked held by his black hands. His mouth opened wide and he covered each nipple with kisses.

"Ohhhh, Antwan."

Anna reveled in the attention Antwan gave her breasts. She rubbed them into his face and then turned around, presenting her gorgeous bottom to him. He he slipped off her lingerie panties. His hands ran down her legs as he removed them and she cooed with delight. When at last she was naked she helped him out with her shirt and pulled down his pants. As his naked black body was exposed to her she sighed with pleasure. She ran her hands over his muscular chest and across his strong body. I watched her amorously kiss and lick his chest.

"I love your body, Antwan. You're so sexy I can't stand it."

My wife looked extremely happy. I could see a new twinkle in her eyes. A twinkle that said: I'm only yours now. She pulled off his underwear and gazed lovingly at his enlarged black penis. What followed was a kiss, on his dick. She lavished kisses all over his black member. I took many pictures as my wife savored the taste of black cock in her mouth. Anna marveled at his stiff black erection, the phallus that had given her so much pleasure in the past, and the only one she would permit to enter the hot and wet folds of her white pussy.

She stared and adoringly rubbed Antwan's cock up and down "This is so beautiful."

"You are beautiful. I can't wait to stuff it into your tight pussy."

"Yes, baby. I want you there."

Without another word she pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. They kissed for some time. How exciting it was to see my way pour out so much passion and sexual energy in the manner that she kissed him. I took one photo after another of them, mouth locked on mouth, kissing each other with more passion and longing then I ever had with my wife. This was not a gentle kiss, but the kiss of a virile man and fertile woman madly in lust whose passion drove them together to seek sexual satisfaction in each other's body. They were young, hot and needed to fuck each other. The explosive sexuality of my wife with her black lover awed and even intimidated me. How did I ever dare to try and satisfy this woman through sex. She deserved better and I felt happy and privileged to see their lovemaking. I began to feel sorry for those husbands who jealousy watch their wife for infidelity. They don't know what they are missing. Watching my making out with a black guy was a simply awesome experience to me. After they rolled around the bed kissing each other, Antwan stood up, turned her around and bent her over the bed.

Anna cooperated with him. "Oh Antwan, baby. Yeah, do me from behind."

Her cute ass stuck up in the air as she leaned down on the bed. Her long smooth legs looked sexy spread open. She playfully wiggled her bottom at Antwan, presenting herself as ready to accept him. Antwan rubbed his throbbing manhood on her ass. Anna's clit looked moist, already wet from anticipation of Antwan's entry into her. With my camera I caught the action as Antwan grabbed my wife's slender hips, pressed the fat knob of his black cock against the delicate folds of my wife's clit and pushed them aside as he thrust himself into her welcoming pussy.

"Ooooh my gawd." She said. "So good."

He pushed slowly into her. It had been awhile since the last time they made love. Enthralled by what was happening, I focused on my wife's face, and watched her expressions. Anna's eyes went wide and searched behind her, trying to catch a glimpse of the black meat that was stretching her love hole. Her mouth dropped open as the black cock's invasion into her pussy began and then suddenly she grimaced. Sometimes her face would wince with pain, bite her lower lip, gaze back lovingly and whisper: "Easy, baby."

"I won't hurt you, suga." Antwan said as he pumped my wife's behind forward and back with a lustful determination.

"Oh please, baby. It's so good but go easy." She cried.

I could read surprise, pain, excitement and finally pleasure as Antwan buried himself into my wife. The pain of her pussy stretching was receding and being replaced with the pleasure of being full of black cock. Gradually a smug wanton smile emerged on Anna's face.

"Fuck yeah." Anna screamed.

"So tight."

"Do me, baby. Do me like a slut."

It took several strokes before Antwan had his black cock all the way inside her. I could only imagine the pleasure he must be giving Anna as she began to whimper uncontrollably. Each time he pressed his hips against her, he pushed deeper and deeper, until finally his large black balls slapped against her skin.

"Ahhhh, yes." Both Antwan and Anna moaned as they mated.

Anna crawled forward and Antwan moved with her, their bodies never breaking the connection between their groins. I felt a little sting watching Antwan climb up on the bed, mount and screw my wife. For a brief moment I wanted to be the one screwing her, but it was clear only he could do a proper job of it. If I could do what he could do to my wife then I wouldn't be watching him doing her. She looked happy and satisfied. The sight of Antwan's muscular black body mounting my sweet little wife's white body gave me crazy pleasure.

"That black cock feels so good."

"Tell me you love it, suga."

"I do. I do."

"Tell me."

"I love black cock. You are the only man for me, Antwan."

"Say it again."

"You are the only man for me, Antwan." My wife obediently replied. "My pussy is yours."

"You are damn right it is."

"Only yours. Take it, baby. It's yours."

What a moment. Hearing my wife dedicate her pussy to him like that made me lose my composure. It looked so hot I was dripping pre-cum out of my dick just watching the action. I would recommend it again and again to any man to watch your wife get fucked doggy style by a hung black man. I put down my camera and took out one of my video cameras and began recording the scene. I carried the video camera over to the side of the bed and took a close up of my wife's pretty face. The way her brown hair fell over sweaty brow as she rocked back and forth to his fucking looked adorable.

"How do you like it, baby?" I asked.

Anna laughed. "What the fuck do you thing? I love it."

"Tell me what is happening?"

"I'm being fucked."

"Who is fucking you?"

"My black lover." She whispered.

"How is it?"

"It's amazing...ah...his cock is so big inside of me."

My own enjoyment reached a point where I had to put the camera down and masturbate. I took a seat near the bed and just watched Antwan hump my wife into submission. My dick pulsed with pleasure watching my wife's slim white body at the mercy of her lover's muscular black body. His long dark cock disappeared into her rear end with a regular tempo. Every time he pumped his black cock into her white pussy he converted her more and more into his woman. She throughly loved it. Each stroke brought a whimper of enjoyment from her sweet face.

"Antwan, you give me so much pleasure." Anna said in a rapt voice.

"Yes, suga." He replied as he continued fucking from behind.

"My pussy belongs to you, Antwan." She said.

Anna craned her neck so that she could look toward him and turned her upper body slightly toward Antwan. Then with one arm she reached back and grabbed hold of his chest to help him pound her pussy. I had seen them fuck before, but it was still an incredibly erotic sight watching my wife and her black lover move as one. They were united, as only a black man and white woman can be, in love and pleasure. Both were giving and receiving great sexual satisfaction from the other. I saw the look of intense passion as they exchanged stares. What she was getting from Antwan, I knew I could never give her. It may be hard for some to understand, but I felt elated to be able to witness the sexual union of my wife with a black man.

"You will only fuck me?" Antwan asked.

"Only you, baby. Take me."

"And your hubbie?"

Anna looked at me. "He doesn't get this."

"Oh no?" Said Antwan.

"No. He doesn't get to fuck this anymore. Only you, baby."

"Your hubbie will never get it?" Antwan asked as he entered her pussy again and again.

"He will never fuck my pussy again. Only you, baby. Only you." She cried.

Listening to my wife and watching her fuck made me think about what she was saying. It was clear that she belonged to Antwan. Having sex with him was something that she could never give up. Antwan was now firmly established as my wife's man, her lover and her mate. As much as it hurt to hear my wife say these things, I was also deriving massive pleasure from it, more pleasure then it bothered me. The more I thought about it, the more I loved that she was saying it. I rubbed my dick with uncontrollably fast up and down motion.

"Shit, you two look good together." I said out loud.

Anna looked at me, a crazy lusty expression on her face. "You love it?"

"Fuck I do." I replied.

"Yes." She screamed.

"I love watching this."

"Yeah, honey."

"I love that I can't have you."

"Yes." She sighed.

"And that you he fucks you."

"Oh yeah. Oh, yeah." Anna said with her eyes rolling up.

Right there, right then. Anna orgasmed. Her whole body twisted. She whimpered and thrashed her head back and forth. I could see the muscles of her lovely body contract and relax. It was a long orgasm that at last left her limp on the bed while Antwan continued to pound his black body onto her slim white frame. Her excitement left white cream from her pussy all over his cock.

"Oh my gawd, yeah, yeah." Anna said softly.

"Dayum, I'm cumming." Antwan hollered.

In front of me, Antwan stroked in and out of my wife's pussy from behind and convulsed. I knew he was shooting his cum inside her pussy. I knew she was still on the pill, but in my lust I imagined a day would come when she wouldn't be and that someday my wife's affection for her black lover would be consummated. The idea overwhelmed my senses, the desire that someday my wife will mate and become impregnated by Antwan dominated my thoughts. My dick in my hand ached in pleasure as I ejaculated. A long stream of cum popped out of my dick as I contemplated the sight before me.

Anna and Antwan collapsed in bed together and kissed. When they finished kissing and exchanging whispers, Anna turned her sweaty face to me.

"Honey, bring me some water please."

I nodded and proceeded to leave.

"And bring me one too." Antwan added as I was leaving.

I went down to the kitchen, wiped and cleaned myself up and then as requested, I brought Anna and Antwan a water. They thanked me and lounged on the bed with each other as they drank. They looked tired but sexy and happy as she laid her legs over his and had one arm around him.

"Oh that was so good." Anna said.

"Yeah. Thank you, suga."

Anna laughed. "No. I should thank you for being such an awesome lover. That black cock took me to places I didn't know existed."

Even though they appeared tired, they were still very excited and I knew this was only the beginning of a long night of love making. After a little relaxation and small talk, they went at it again, this time missionary style. I sat down again near the bed and masturbated as Antwan lay on top of my wife, kissing and slowly fucking her as her hands gently held and caressed his back.

"You two look so freaking good together." I said watching them.

They both turned their faces toward me, smiled, and then faced each other again and kissed. Their groins mashed into each other at a rhythmic rate. She wrapped her lovely legs around his body and pumped her hips up to meet his downward motions. They fucked like this for an hour. Antwan could stay up a long time. His slow pace did not take away from my wife's enjoyment. His black cock was thick, long and hard. So even at a slow pace Antwan could give my wife intense pleasure. When I used to fuck her (emphasis on used to since I would never again fuck her) I had to work my dick very fast to get her off. Antwan was capable to bring her to orgasm with far less effort on his part. Again and again during that hour he made her cum on his black cock. The experience was wonderful for all three of us. Sometimes I would orgasm with her as I masturbated.

When Antwan finally decided to orgasm, I could see tears in his eyes welling in his as he pressed his body against Anna's.

"Oh baby, take what you want from me." Anna said seeing his tears and holding him close against her.

"I gonna cum." He said as the muscles of his dark face convulsed.

"Cum in me, baby." Anna said breathlessly.

"Oh, suga. Oh suga."

"Cum in me. I want it. I need it."

"Ah." Antwan's body shook and he began cumming in my wife.

"Yes. Yes. Give it to me." Anna said.

"Ah. Aggh." Antwan grunted as he finished shooting cum in Anna.

Chills ran all over my body and my head started swimming. I stepped back and got my rocks off while the two lovers shared a post-orgasmic kiss.

-

Antwan went home later that night to gather a few things and said he would return to our house tomorrow. My wife and I went to bed together that night but didn't talk much since she was exhausted. In the morning my wife was delighted to see him and then two of them went straight upstairs. When they reached our bedroom they kissed, stripped off their clothes and then jumped on the bed and started having sex. Except for bathroom breaks and some lunch, they spent the rest of the day in bed fucking or cuddling and kissing between sex. My wife really loved having Antwan inside of her. Her pussy was constantly wet his cock with her orgasmic juices.

For the first month, Antwan was over house almost every night. He practically lived there. And every night he was there he fucked my wife two, three or more times. They behaved like newlyweds. Their appetite for sex seemed unstoppable. I guess you could say they were newly in love, or lust depending on how you look at it. After a while I became convinced that Antwan had spent more time fucking my wife then I had done married to her for years.

I took pictures and video of everything. Before long I had accumulated a huge library of tapes and pictures of my wife having sex with her lover. I spent most of my free time during the day organizing it, and at night I was masturbating to it.

It didn't take long after the transformation of our marriage for it to settle into a new pattern. Anna and I were still husband and wife. We lived together, did homemaking stuff together and still presented ourselves to family functions and social gatherings as a couple. Often I would eat my wife's pussy in the morning and in the afternoon and then at night Antwan would show up and take over as husband.

We were all happy with this arrangement but deep inside I knew things would probably continue evolving. We always worried that people might reject us if they knew what we were doing because they were closed minded and didn't want to accept open marriages.

Because it was becoming so normal for Antwan to come and sleep with my wife every night it was starting to get difficult to conceal our lifestyle from coworkers, friends and family. Family and friends would stop by unexpectedly and I would have to delay them at the front door while Antwan sneaked out the back. Coworkers would spot Antwan stopping by the house and wondering why he was visiting all the time.

Other problems lurked on the horizon for us as well. Anna remained on the birth control pills but I wondered how long that would continue. She loved taking Antwan's sperm in her womb and I sometimes thought she harbored a desire to breed with Antwan. The thought intrigued me. I have to admit that as the days went by I spent more and more time daydreaming about Anna becoming impregnated by Antwan. I also enjoyed looking at my drawings, especially of the one with Anna in a wedding dress kissing Antwan, and each time I masturbated to ejaculation. As I shot jizz out my dick all over my pants, I knew that where Anna and I were heading next with our marriage.