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Thursday evening, 31st May 2018

Having taken the trouble to drag my tired body onto a five-hour night flight from LA to Miami, my welcome home present had been a greeting from a butt-naked Freddy who greeted me in my own home, his big dangling dick hanging limp and threatening between his muscular legs.

The second part of my welcome home present had been watching two long rounds of sexual athletics between my beautiful wife Jill and her two new lovers, Josh and Freddy, the two early-thirties black teachers who lived right next door to us.

Our house had been filled with Jill’s moans and squeals of passion as the two guys had used their big black cocks to good effect, fucking her to so many orgasms that she was weak and barely able to walk in the end. A physical spectacle accompanied by trash-talking for my benefit, as Jill (unaware of my presence) told them how great they were, that she’d never had better and that they were welcome to have her whenever they wanted. A physical spectacle that ended first time round as they dumped their jizz on my submissive wife’s face and tits. Second time around choosing instead to dump the last of their virile seed deep into Jill’s body.

I toyed with the idea of going into work but decided against it. Everyone expected me to be on the flight back to Miami today, and as I’d traveled back in my own time, I felt no qualms about taking the day off. In some ways, having work to think about would have been a good thing, but I also wanted time and space to think things through before Jill returned home.

Not surprisingly, with an empty house and only these remembered sounds and sights to keep me company, those ten hours from when Jill left at eight until she returned at six seemed to drag at a snail’s pace.

With so much time on my hands, as well as thinking about the future and the talk Jill and I needed, I also had time to think about all of the things that had happened since that infamous BBQ back in July last year. When watching Callan, Byron and Craig vying for Jill’s attention like three rutting male stags set off a train of thoughts and train of events that had led to the events of earlier today. And had led to the conversation that I knew Jill and me had to have when she returned from work.

I thought about how much our lives and marriage had changed. At the time, what we’d done with Daryl had seemed huge. But now looking back through the lens of the long and passionate affair Jill had enjoyed with Chris, what we’d done with Daryl seemed small and insignificant in comparison. Its significance lay not in what we did with Daryl, but rather in the fact it was the first step on the slippery slope. And in the demons it had unleashed, which had ultimately led to that terrible weekend when I thought I’d lost Jill to Chris.

I couldn’t help but wonder if I should now consider Chris as another stepping stone to something even bigger and more frightening than what we’d done with Jill’s boss. Whether after what had happened with Chris, Jill was now a totally changed woman. Without any boundaries, happy to let Josh and Freddy and maybe even other black guys dominate her and treat her like a common whore.

I didn’t want to think this, but I couldn’t shake the evidence I’d seen and heard since I’d left for LA, less than four days ago. During those three nights, I’d witnessed at first hand Jill letting these young black guys do whatever they wanted to do on each and every night. I’d watched as they’d tag-teamed her, bent her over the edge of the bed to deep throat her mouth and fuck her face, and even gone so far as to stuff her pussy full of both of their cocks at the same time.

The guys had trash-talked Jill, and she’d repeatedly told them exactly what they wanted to hear. That she loved their black cocks, that the two of them gave her the best sex she’d ever known and that the guys could have her whenever they wanted.

The way Jill was responding to these two young black guys had me confused and worried. Whenever we’d been able to properly talk about it, I’d ended up feeling reassured. Reassured of Jill’s love for me, that it was just sex with the guys and that she’d never leave me for them or anything like what they offered. But still, whenever I saw them together, the fears and worries came back. She seemed so in love with the way they treated her, the pleasure they could give her and the whole taboo aspect of the set-up. I worried about how far they might push her and she might be prepared to go.

What worried me nearly as much was my own reaction to this. Despite what had happened with Chris, I was back sucking on that crack-pipe of dangerous pleasure. Wantonly pushing the dangers to the back of my mind as I mentally salivated at the prospect of Jill acting so sluttily with these two young black guys. The whole interracial and forbidden nature adding to my kick just like it did for Jill.

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By the time Jill finally walked through our front door just before six in the evening, I was a very confused and tired man. My hours of thinking and contemplation hadn’t given me any clarity or comfort.

Jill was carrying grocery bags and looked very pleased with herself. “Hi honey,” she called out before she was even properly in the house. Wrapping her arms around me and kissing me with a passion and warmth that felt amazing.

“I missed you so much, baby,” she beamed at me when she finally ended the kiss. My inner voice whispering ‘you sure as hell didn’t look like you were missing me.’

Jill immediately started fussing around the kitchen, telling me she wanted to make me a special dinner. I really wanted to make love to her and then assuage my fears by talking through all the things I knew we needed to discuss. But Jill shooed me from the kitchen, telling me she didn’t want me under her feet while she cooked my special meal.

I could have insisted, and dragged her off to bed. But my intuition told me to go with the flow. If this is how Jill wanted to start to say thank you to me for the last four days, then best to graciously accept her gift and then take things on from there.

I also knew Jill well enough to be pretty certain that she was as nervous about the upcoming conversation as I was, and that this was her way of building a bridge of normality and re-connection between us before tackling the trickier subjects that lay ahead.

We chatted our way through dinner and when the meal was finished I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pulled Jill up from her chair and kissed her with a need and hunger that surprised even me. When we broke for air, Jill brushed her hair back and giggled. “Wow, where did that come from? Maybe I should send you away on business more often.”

That was just the opener. I dragged Jill upstairs and virtually tore her clothes off. Looking at her naked beauty with fresh eyes. What I’d been denied these last four days as others had ravished my wife suddenly looked like the most beautiful and erotic body on earth. The shape of her full breasts, the curl of her long hair, the soft neck waiting to be kissed. I felt almost sick with desire, harder than I’d felt in many a year as I lay my beautiful best friend and wife back on the bed and entered her.

I might not have been as long or as thick as the men who’d pleasured her so recently, but that was just mechanics. Just depth and girth. What I had was Jill’s heart, as I saw her endless love shining out from those beautiful hazel eyes.

I thought for a moment she was going to say something provocative and teasing. Something like, ‘come on, lover boy, reclaim your wife.’ But she stopped herself, like me, knowing that this special moment was about her and me. Dave and Jill. Not about anyone else we might have included in our lives, as toys and playthings for our entertainment.

As my hips started rocking back and forth, we were happy to be re-connected as a couple. Alternately happy to just gaze into each other’s eyes and then share soft and tender kisses.

As we rode that ship of love I suddenly felt a burning need to tell Jill something. “You know honey, I never want to lose you. It would break my heart. I’m happy to play our games. I really don’t mind and I enjoy them as much as you. Just as long as I never lose you to some other guy.”

“Dave, honey. You never will. You’re the one that I love. You’re my man. My soulmate and best friend. The man whose children I carried in my body. The man who helped me raise those children. Our children. Just as you’re going to help me raise our children’s children.”

Jill’s words were the most wonderful poetry I’d ever heard. My heart soared as I looked into her face, saw the love and heard the words. After these words, neither of us needed to say anything else as we made love. We were happy for our bodies to do the talking. As I gave Jill my all, rejoicing in the soft touch and scent of her body and the way she owned me with her legs wrapped around the small of my back.

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Our first bout of love-making over, Jill snuggled up to me with her head nuzzled on my chest. Both of us lost in our thoughts.

“You know it’s different, right?” she declared, as if I was meant to read her mind.

“What’s different?” I asked like all husbands everywhere.

“The sex, silly. The sex is different. With you, with us, it’s making love. Wonderful, soulful love-making. Two people using our bodies to crown and celebrate the deep love between us. A real love that’s given birth to life, nurtured that life. Dried its tears and made it laugh.”

“With them,” she continued, “it’s totally different. With Freddy and Josh, it’s raw, animalistic, lust-filled sex. It’s a cock in a pussy, bodies banging hard as the male pounds deep and stretches. As the female accepts the male, accepts him physically and gives herself up to the pleasure of skillful mating with a large phallus.”

“And what about the color thing? Where does that fit in?” I asked, slowly stroking Jill’s long brown hair.

“Well, that’s just the icing on the cake. The sexy and oh, so erotic taboo. Going against centuries and centuries of indoctrinated prejudice. Of stories told about black bogeymen and black slaves who’d take and breed the white females given half a chance,” she giggled but meaning every word. “Can you imagine, with such deeply told fears, it adds a huge dollop of spice to the raw sex.”

I knew what Jill was saying was true. It was just like my sexy and wonderful wife to put it so simply but so accurately. Her words giving me ninety-percent reassurance and ten-percent spine-tingling fear and anticipation.

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It was after our second bout of equally wonderful love-making that Jill and I finally had re-connected enough and satisfied our need for each other enough to talk about ‘what next’.

I’d only given Jill my approval and agreement for her to sleep with Josh and Freddy until I returned. It was like I’d allowed her a trial test-drive period with a new car, or two new cars to be precise. And now we had to decide whether to buy the car or return it to the disappointed salesman.

Jill’s earlier words about how I was and always would be the only man for her, and her words about the difference between sex and making love had given me a huge boost of confidence and reassurance. Buoyed by this, the kinky pervert in me was fully back in control and I decided I wanted to enjoy the rush of getting Jill to tell me what it was she wanted to do next and to happen next in her new relationship with Freddy and Josh.

Her head was still nuzzled on my chest so it was easy to lean down and kiss her soft lips. “Jill, honey, before I tell you what I think, I want to hear what you want.” I gave her an especially serious and sincere look to really get my point across. “And, honey, I don’t want you to sugar-coating it, I want to know the total, unvarnished truth. We’ve got two young guys living next door who, by your own admission, have been giving you the best sex you’ve ever had. We’ve agreed with them it’s just about the sex. And you know that I love you more than life itself and that I want you to be happy. And that I’m happy for you to do pretty much anything your comfortable with, so long as I know you’re always coming home to me at the end of the day.”

I’d said my piece and I just looked lovingly into Jill’s eyes. Sensing the hesitation, as if she wasn’t sure she could really be totally open with me and tell me what she really wanted.

Another soft, reassuring kiss. “Remember honey, after all, we’ve been through, you can’t shock me. We’re a team, united as one person, always together as long as we always openly share with each other.”

I could almost see my words sinking in as Jill’s expression slowly softened, a decision made to be totally open with me.

“I don’t deserve you, honey,” she said, small tears in the corners of her eyes and her voice breaking a little. “You’re the best, most loving, most unselfish husband a woman could ask for.”

I smiled and just held her hand, knowing not to interrupt as she was just getting started.

She stroked the side of my face with loving tenderness, about to make herself vulnerable by sharing her true desires. “Dave, honey, it’s only because I love you so much and that you asked me to be totally honest with you that I’m going to tell you what it is I want. This is really hard for me baby, as I’m terrified of hurting you or upsetting you. But you asked for the truth. And I want you to know if you’re uncomfortable with any of this, then I don’t want to do it.”

I was beginning to wish I’d not asked Jill to be so open and honest. What as it that she was about to tell me that had her so worried about my reaction. She squeezed my hand and from the look in her eyes, I knew the preamble was over.

“Honey, Josh, and Freddy are good guys. They may look all rough and street on the surface, but underneath that, they’re just regular guys. Remember, they’re both college graduates and respectable educators by day. And they have no desire to crap on their own doorstep. They like you, they think you're cool and they don’t want to do anything that’s going to create trouble.”

“They told me that now that we’ve become lovers, they’d love to carry on screwing me, even though you’re now back. Wherever and whenever they get the chance,” my sexy wife smiled at the thought, before turning serious with a concerned look. “But only if you’re okay with it. They said they don’t want any bad blood or trouble. So they only want to carry on seeing me if you’re a hundred percent on board with it, honey.”

Jill was deliberately prevaricating, delaying the moment when she knew she’d have to reveal her own feelings and desires. “Honey, so far you’ve only told me what Josh and Freddy want to do. What about you, sweetheart? Do you want what they want? Do you want to be available to Freddy and Josh whenever they want you?”

I could tell how difficult for her it was, but Jill summoned all her inner strength and lovingly looked me in the eye. “If I’m honest, then yes, darling. It is what I want. We both knew that once we opened this Pandora’s box, it was going to be difficult to close it again. After Daryl, Chris seemed a natural and great progression that made both of us happy, in our different ways. Chris going off to California solved a big problem, but it also left a big hole in my life. And if you’re honest about it, it also left a big hole in your life. You’ve grown to enjoy these games just as much as I have,” she said with a smiling and gentle honesty.

Jill was nearly done. “And with Chris gone, fate seems to put Freddy, Josh, and Byron next door. To fill the Chris-shaped hole in my life. So, honey, the ball’s in your court now. However embarrassing it was to tell you, I’ve been totally honest and open with you. Yes, I would like to try this. But only if you want it as well. What do you think?”

I loved this woman. I loved her heart, her warmth and her sexy and growing zest for exploring all that life had to offer. From what had happened with Chris, I wasn’t stupid enough to think this thing was without risk, and that it would contain rough and smooth. But I also knew that just as Jill wanted to see how things went with Josh and Freddy, deep down I wanted it just as much as she did.

And maybe the deepest realization was that seeing her eagerness to try this new way of life only spurred me on. The fear and worry were still there, but the knowledge of her excitement supercharged my own need and lust to do this thing. Whatever the risks and hurts that might be there alongside the thrills.

My mind made up I looked into Jill’s beautiful hazel eyes and spoke in a quiet and shaky voice. “Okay, darling. Let’s take it one day at a time, but I want you to carry on seeing Freddy and Josh.” Jill gave me a big hug, kissed me softly and looked at me with deep love. “We won’t regret it, my love. It won’t end up like it did with Chris. This is different, it’ll be better.”

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Friday was a great day. Everything seemed to come together perfectly. The bedrock of my life, my marriage, and relationship with Jill was in good order after our heart-to-heart and reconnection the night before. All seemed to be good at work, as I awaited positive news from the client when their board considered the recovery plan we proposed. And I had the kinky pleasures of Jill’s relationship with Josh and Freddy to look forward to as a spicy addition to our wonderful marriage.

This feeling of ‘all is well in the world’ was made even better by a wonderful dinner, movie and then love-making session with Jill. Having dealt with all the difficult stuff the night before, when we returned from the movie, our love-making was in some ways even better than the night before. In parts tender and loving, in parts passionate and raw. I think both of us were spurred on and excited in our different ways by the entry into our lives of Jill’s two new lovers. Because of the pain Chris had caused, neither of us liked to admit it, but we both missed the spark of excitement that Jill’s affair had injected into our twenty-plus year marriage.

Having made love twice, which was unusual for this particular fifty-one-year-old man, Jill and I drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. The last two things we discussed being the two very different topics of our son John’s upcoming wedding, now just three weeks away, and the less happy subject of Callan and Charlotte’s impending divorce.

Saturday was even better than Friday as Jill and I got to spend the whole day together. We made love when we woke up, headed out to a favorite restaurant for breakfast and then spent a good few hours browsing through Jill’s favorite strip mall, Bird and Ludlam. I’m not as keen a shopper as Jill, but even I enjoyed looking through the various vintage items found in some of it’s more interesting shops.

While Jill was getting all nostalgic about some old records she’d found that she’d loved in her teenage years, I was getting equally emotional looking at some old Batman and Thunderbirds toys. I’d wanted them as a kid, but been unable to afford them. Today I felt like treating myself, matching Jill’s purchase of three old thirty-threes and some eighties fashion items.

As we headed home we were both thinking what a great day it had been, my phone pinging with a text from Freddy.

Hey Dave, hope you and Jill have had a great day. Me and the boys are all watching the Marlins game later and doing some steaks. Do you want to come over around six? Prove to you we enjoy your company just as much as that of your better half.

Like all good wives, Jill was immediately nosey about who it was, and when I told her and relayed the message she went quiet for a minute, finally finding her voice. “What do you think, honey? Do you want to go? I’m sure the boys would love to say hi.”

“Are you sure it’s me they want to see?” was something I couldn’t resist asking her.

Jill just grinned, “I don’t know what you mean, honey. I’m a perfectly respectable married woman.”

“In which case, you won’t mind if we just toss a coin to see whether we pop over there or have a quiet night at home. After all, from what you say, you’re not invested in this in any way. A quiet night at home would be just as nice for you, I’m sure.”

Three seconds later the coin was ready, balanced on my thumb and forefinger. Like the turkey that dies of natural causes months before Thanksgiving, the little coin never got to fulfill its mission. It was grasped by the red-painted talons of the woman otherwise known as my wife, smiling sweetly and not intending to leave anything to chance.

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It was a typical late spring Miami day, temperatures just dipping down into the low eighties or high seventies. As Jill and I changed to go next door, we could already hear Josh and Freddy already goofing about in the pool, and so naturally Jill and I dressed in swimming gear. As I dried from the shower, my sexy wife coming up behind me and rubbing her big boobs against my back. Raising a questioning arched eyebrow and waving her tiny gold bikini in front of me, her question clear. Did I want her to wear the skimpy little gold number which had helped break the ice with the boys on Monday night?

I groaned out loud, which just made Jill laugh and wave it around all the more. “What do you think, honey? Could you stand to see your sweet wife putting her wares out there for Josh and Freddy to ogle at all evening? Do you think that would be fair to them and to you?”

As a rule, I loved this teasing side of Jill. It went hand in glove with the loving, compassionate side of her. Even after twenty-four years together, I was still head-over-heels about this wonderful woman. Such a wonderful mix of different parts, the sexy and fun part very much to the fore after our two wonderful days back together.

As she waved that tiny piece of material, I must have outwardly groaned at the dilemma. “What’s wrong, old man. Can’t make up your mind? Put your wife out there, on show for all those hunky guys who might just steal her away? Or dress her up in top-to-toe like some Amish woman from the nineteenth century?”

Needless to say, minutes later I was carrying a couple of six-packs as Jill and I sauntered next door, trying my best not to ogle my own wife whose charms were very evident underneath that small gold bikini, with only a matching semi-transparent beach throw and skirt to hide her sexy body on the short walk over.

“You got here,” Freddy whooped, “We thought you guys got lost on the way.” We were a whole fifteen minutes later than the suggested six o’clock, with the game not starting until seven.

Byron was inside cooking as apparently they’d had a problem with their BBQ, and seemed quiet and lost in his thoughts. Josh and Freddy were already in the pool, beers in hand and just relaxing and joking around. “You guys coming in?” Josh shouted out over the music coming from a boom box they’d placed by the pool.

I got the distinct idea they were more interested in Jill joining them than in me playing their pool games, and truthfully I’d have felt a little awkward. So I declined, offering to help Byron with the cooking, heading for the kitchen as Jill removed her beach wrap and skirt and stepped down into the pool.

The way the kitchen was arranged meant that facing the work area and cooker and talking to Byron I couldn’t easily keep an eye on what was happening in the pool. I had to make do with every so often turning around and grabbing a quick look, trying to make it seem natural and that I wasn’t spying on my own wife.

Byron asked me how my trip to LA had gone and I asked him about how things were in general and more specifically how they were now that he and Riley had split. I’d guessed right, as he confessed he was feeling a bit down now that it had really sunk in that Riley wanted a physical relationship with him. That she didn’t want anything more permanent or serious than just being fuck buddies. He seemed glad of having someone to talk to, telling me this wasn’t the kind of thing he could talk to Josh and Freddy about.

Adding that they’d all been good buddies for many years, but that when it came to girls and relationships they were just a couple of pussy hounds. Both of them joking that they’d settle down when they were in their sixties, and even then only if they’d lost their looks and pulling power. ‘Meatheads,’ as Byron declared almost like a father would joke about his errant teenage sons, hoping one day they’d grow out of it and mature a little.

All the while we were talking, my glances to the pool told me that while the three of them were having fun, nothing too much untoward seemed to be going on. But not for the want of trying on the part of Josh and Freddy. They were standing close to Jill and I could hear plenty of flirting and innuendo. But Jill kept them in order, something which left me feeling both relieved and a little disappointed.

Byron declared ‘food’s up’ just before seven and as Jill skipped up and out, aware of the boys' lustful gaze at her swinging ass, they reluctantly dragged themselves out of the pool and towards the house where they’d have to share Jill with her husband.

Everyone grabbed food and another drink and headed into the lounge to watch the game start. The Marlins were playing the Arizona Diamondbacks at their place and none of us were optimistic about our chances. They’d beaten us one-to-nine the night before and we were already on a four-game losing streak. Having finished second the year before, we were having a poor season, bottom of our division by some distance, whereas Arizona were top of a very tight West Division. The guys were shouting for the Marlins, but as newly arrived residents in Florida, they weren’t as upset by the Marlins’ poor performance as I was.

Their lounge was just a big extension of the kitchen and had three large sofas arranged around the T.V. in a horseshoe shape. Me, Freddy and Josh were the first to grab our food and sit down, each naturally parking ourselves on one of the big sofas. Jill came next and when Josh patted the seat next to him, she smiled and made a big show of sitting on my sofa and sitting right next to me, thigh to thigh and shoulder to shoulder. Josh’s only consolation a kiss she playfully blew to him, followed by a little wriggle of her ass to snuggle her even closer to me.

As the game entered the bottom of the third, Jill got up and headed out of the lounge, heading for the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, Josh asked anyone if they wanted another beer, and having handed three fresh cold ones around he remained in the kitchen, leaning on the granite-topped island and commenting on how lame our batters were in the fourth. We were already down five-to-zero and our guys didn’t get a single run in the fourth.

As Arizona started their fourth inning they started to bat as badly as us, for once looking like they might not get any runs this inning. Byron, Freddy and me were sucked into the game, laughing as we finally enjoyed a small victory as like us Arizona failed to score in the fourth.

I turned back to the kitchen to make a comment to Josh and realized he was no longer standing where he’d been next to the kitchen island. Immediately I felt a terrible nervous feeling in my stomach as I realized that Jill still hadn’t returned from what I’d assumed was a trip to the bathroom. She’d been gone for more than a quarter of an hour, which combined with Josh’s absence had my adrenal glands firing up on full power. Suddenly feeling light-headed with that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach.

My stomach churning, I said nothing to the other guys and decided to wait for the break between innings to end before I went to see what had happened. Maybe there was an innocent explanation for the absence of Jill and Josh.

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My optimism about Jill and Josh’s joint absence lasted as long as it took me to walk from the lounge down the corridor that led to the bedrooms. Like our house, there were five bedrooms all running off one corridor on the ground level. It didn’t take long for me to locate the couple. They were obviously trying their best to be quiet and discrete, but listening at the third door left me in no doubt that Jill and Josh were in there and they were doing more than comparing notes about the game.

The rhythmic squeaking of the bed combined with the muffled but still audible feminine moans left me in no doubt as to what was happening behind the shut bedroom door. Hearing my wife’s soft whimpering and encouraging ‘yes, yes’ to her lover made me feel both incredibly jealous and aroused at the same time. Even as I asked myself why she’d snuck out and gone behind my back, I told myself the answer.

She’d had my permission already, but after the last few months, she and I both knew that doing it this way added an extra level of forbidden excitement and eroticism to the whole thing. Sneaking around behind her husband’s back, fucking another guy while her hubby was sat only feet away drinking a beer and watching the T.V.

I quietly pulled the ornate and old-style door handle down and pushed inwards as quietly as I could. There was no give, and I cursed as I realized they’d locked me out. Excluding me from their secret love session behind my back. In my frustration I closed my eyes, trying not to feel disappointed and hurt. All the time the sighs and moans making me feel both worse and more excited. Jill was getting just a little too good at this game.

Then I suddenly remembered that if the layout of their house was like ours, the room they were in had a long full-length sliding door looking out onto the back decking. Fired up by this hope I retraced my steps and was soon heading through their front door and around the side of the house, walking as fast as my legs would carry me.

Rounding the corner, I felt like shouting ‘Hallelujah’ as I saw that in their desire for each other they’d neglected to shut the small window at the top or to draw the curtains. The voyeur who Jill called her husband was about to start enjoying this evening almost as much as Jill was. About to get his dessert to follow his well-grilled steak.

Not knowing the layout of Josh’s bedroom, I slowly edged just a small part of my head next to the window, relieved to see my vantage point was behind Josh and was at an angle where Jill was unlikely to see me as I did my peeping-tom act.

They were on the bed together making love in a variation on the classic missionary position. Supporting his own weight, Josh’s muscular black body was between Jill’s legs, his tight buns rising up and down like a metronome as he long-dicked Jill with his big black cock. Their mouths were locked together in a kiss that was full of lust and carnal desire for each other. And even though his mouth was covering Jill’s, her moans and sighs could be clearly heard by me and anyone else who cared to listen, she was enjoying the sex with Josh so much. Jill’s arms were locked around her lover’s neck, her legs almost in a matching position as they were positioned straight up over his dark shoulders, as he fucked her with long and deep methodical strokes.

As he continued working himself in and out of her, he gave Jill one last deep kiss and pulled his head slightly back so he could look into her eyes.

“Did you miss my big black cock last night, and the night before. You should have been here in my bed, Jill, although I suppose he is your husband,” he grinned mischievously at Jill.

“You know I missed you too, baby. Missed you and your big black cock,” Jill giggled.

“Well, you’re here now, so me and Freddy will give you plenty of black cock before you have to go home with hubby, back to a diet of little white cock,” he grinned, unable to resist teasing and trash-talking the white woman in his bed. Beneath his muscular body and with his cock deep within her married white body.

Their love-making continued like this as I stood outside helplessly watching. My cock painfully hard and enjoying the bittersweet pain of a new experience – the first time Jill had gone behind my back, even in a simulated and only half-true way.

After a while, Josh’s movements started speeding up and with an evil grin, he spoke to Jill. “Where do you want it, honey. Tell daddy where you want his seed. On your face? In your mouth? Or deep in your womb, where my swimmers might just find a little white girl egg waiting to make a lovely coffee-colored baby?”

“In my pussy,” came Jill’s instant reply, Josh’s dirty words making me wonder about the tiny chance that Jill’s pill would fail to do its job and that we’d find Becky wasn’t the only one adding a baby to the family. This thought both terrified and aroused me, and I wondered what effect it had on Jill as she and Josh shared an intense climax together.

Josh gently lowered Jill’s legs back down to the bed and rolled over so they were now next to each other, smiling and enjoying that special closeness. Two whole days without Josh and Freddy, Jill looked satisfied and happy with life, touching the side of Josh’s face and kissing him softly. “Thank you, my big strong lover,” she beamed, as he kissed her back as his hand gently cupped her breast.

Realizing that one or both of them might soon return to the lounge, I had to drag myself away from watching their post-coitus closeness, quietly heading back to the lounge.

“Sorry guys, I had to send an urgent email. How’s it going? Are we doing any better?” I bluffed.

“Not really,” Byron informed me. “We were pretty lame in the fifth and we’re down another run. Shit, can you believe it? Six to zero. We still haven’t even gotten a run on the board.”

Relieved that I’d got away with it, what happened next put all my lying and subterfuge in the shade. Barely had I settled back down on the sofa to watch the sixth inning when a stark-naked Josh came walking into the lounge, his slimy dick hanging limp but still large and swinging as he walked.

“Freddy, Jill says it’s your turn now,” he grinned. “And don’t keep her waiting, she’s as horny as a nympho on speed, she’s had a whole day without any black cock.”

He was looking at his buddy as he said this, but placed his hand on my shoulder as he finished. “Dave, man. You’re one lucky mother, being married to a hot piece like Jill. Hell, if I could find me a woman like that, who knows, I might even tie the knot myself.”

Then as cool as a cucumber his bare black ass padded into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and asked if anyone needed a beer. He then plonked himself and his slimy black cock down right next to me on the sofa, as if nothing had happened. As if nothing was about to happen back down the corridor in his bedroom, between Jill and Freddy.

As the sixth went on I was a man in hell. Josh and Freddy were playing a game with me. Daring me to openly declare my need to go and watch what Jill was doing down the corridor. Daring me to stand up and make clear to everyone that I wanted to watch and listen. Apart from the surreal experience on Thursday morning when I arrived back before they expected, this was the first time I’d been physically face-to-face with the guys since they’d started having sex with Jill.

When I’d been open with Chris and Jill about my voyeuristic desires to watch Jill, I had the comfort of falling back on several years of friendship with the guy. These guys were virtual strangers, and they were playing a game designed to make me embarrass myself by making clear my kinky need to all of them.

I was in hell. Torn between my need to go back to that bedroom and see what was happening to Jill and my need to try and retain some type of dignity and self-respect in front of the three young guys who lived next to me. Each of them was nearly twenty years my junior, my inferiors in terms of salary, social status, and most other measures. But evidently my superiors in their ability to satisfy my wife.

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck!

It took me five minutes to give up the unequal fight. The only good news was that it came at precisely the same moment as the Marlins finally got a run. Now we were only down six-to-one, which was how I felt in regards to my sexual standing versus these two guys who obviously planned on bedding Jill as much as they could before we headed back next door later.

Deciding to brazen it out, I took a leaf from Josh’s book and placed my hand on his naked shoulder. “Fuck. Who am I kidding? You all know my strange little kink anyway. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and see what my sweet wife’s letting Freddy do to her with that big cock of his.”

Josh just grinned. “If I’m any judge, your not so sweet wife will take all he’s got, spit him out and call to the kitchen for the next course.” At least his humor made it a bit easier for me to deal with my blushing embarrassment.

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This time as I headed down the corridor, there was no need to listen at different doors to work out where my wife was. There was no need for any muffling of cries now, Jill was shrieking at the top of her voice as Freddy gave her a fucking to remember.

I was still several yards away when I heard her moans and sobs. “Yes, yes, yes… oh, baby, that feels amazing… so deep … you’re stretching me so good, baby,” she panted between sighs of pleasure, the tone of her voice suggesting this wasn’t for me or for effect. It was because of the amazing fucking she was receiving from Freddy. She’d had to be quiet and restrained with Josh, but with Freddy, she could now give full vent to her feelings. Telling him just how great it was for her, through both words and her constant whimpering.

Listening to this soundtrack made me as jealous as hell. Jealous that I couldn’t make Jill respond in the same way, at the same time as my cock was iron-hard at the thought of the woman who was my life receiving such intense pleasure. Receiving such raw and animalistic fucking. Being mated in a way that made her body sing and respond in ways I’d struggle to ever match.

If this made me feel jealous, my jealousy and weird excitement reached a new pitch when I tried that heavy, ornate door handle again. Only to find it was again locked. Opened to allow a new lover into the queen’s bedchamber. Locked again to taunt and tease her husband, to keep him out.

Deep down, part of me admired the twists and turns Josh and Freddy had added to the game. But the pit in my stomach had reached such superhuman levels of suffering that I was no way going to admit this. I tried the door handle again, cursed and headed back to my previous peeping tom vantage point.

This time I stood in the middle of the big window, not caring if Jill and her lover saw me. With all need for quiet and subtlety gone, Freddy was taking Jill in a different position and in a very different way. He had her stood over the end of the bed, leaning forward with her arms stretched out straight ahead supporting her weight. Freddy was standing directly behind her, his black ass moving with a fearsome power and speed as it slapped against Jill’s ass time after time.

Jill was squealing and sobbing, her body seemed to almost be shivering with the same look of someone just pulled out of a cold river, as if she was permanently on the edge of orgasm. “Shit… shit… so deep… so deep,” she was chanting.

Freddy was really enjoying himself, his hips making his big cock disappear and then reappear as he savagely slammed in and out of Jill. Her tight pussy no doubt gripping him tight and adding to the pleasure he was getting from conquering his neighbor’s wife in such a crude and primitive fashion. The pleasure he was getting from one minute squeezing Jill’s boobs and tuning her nipples like old-time radio knobs, the next minute letting her big orbs hang free so he could enjoy their mother-earth pendulum swing in time with his powerful thrusts. The world’s most sexy and erotic version of a Newton cradle, I thought to myself.

“Do you like it, bitch. Tell daddy how you love his big black dick,” he cackled.

“Yes, yes, baby. I love your big black dick,” she obediently replied, little doubt in my mind she was telling the truth.

“Tell daddy how you need his big dick. How whenever I want your pussy, you’ll come running from next door and let me pound your tight little pussy,” he demanded, his hips still pumping Jill as fast and hard as he could.

“Oh yes, daddy. Yes, I’ll drop everything and come round. Whenever you need me,” she babbled, only semi-coherent such was the vicious fucking she was getting, now on the edge of her third climax as far as I could make out.

“Good girl, me and Josh will have you broken in and fully blacked before long. You’ll love it, Jill. All that black loving, all those black cocks,” he smiled, although Jill was so far gone in the middle of her climax I don’t think she heard a word.

On and on he fucked her, happy in this position because it gave him the power and dominance he wanted. He must have fucked her for a good twenty minutes plus, giving her another two orgasms before he roared out loud, gave one final deep thrust which made Jill yelp with surprise and held her hips in a vice-like grip as he pumped her full of his seed. For the second time that night my mind oddly preoccupied with the thought of what if she was one of those three in a thousand women were the pill fails to protect them. My mind picturing the insane image of Jill’s belly growing like an inflating balloon, full of a black-white baby ready to be born at the end of the evening.

Freddy, finally fully spent, Jill thoroughly inseminated for the second time that evening, as they climbed onto the bed, it also seemed a habit for me to head back to the lounge.

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Five minutes later a smug and very naked Freddy walked into the lounge, hand-in-hand with a bashful-looking Jill. One of those boys had lent her an oversized white button-up shirt that did a good job of hiding her womanly curves, although I could clearly see the color and outline of her gold bikini underneath.

Freddy went to sit back down next to Josh and Jill carried on walking to the furthest of the three horseshoe sofas where I was sat by myself. But as she passed Byron caught her hand and pulled her around the end of his sofa. “Why don’t you keep me company, Jill. Help me deal with my broken heart that Riley stomped all over,” he asked, half-seriously and half in jest.

Jill’s face showed just how tired she was. A happy tiredness. It was now the top of the eighth and between them first Josh and then Freddy had been fucking Jill for getting on for an hour and a half, explaining fully why my wife looked both happy and tired. She was too tired to argue, so she gave me an apologetic smile and allowed Byron to pull her onto the sofa next to him.

As we watched the eighth inning, Byron snaked a huge arm around Jill’s shoulder. At six-foot-eight, he was a giant of a man, and Jill’s five-six frame looked tiny next to him, like he could hide Jill under his massive arm if he chose. As far as I could tell, amazingly enough despite all the things that had happened this week with Jill, Josh, and Freddy, Byron hadn’t been ‘intimate’ with my wife. He’d still been struggling with his changed relationship with Riley.

But seeing Jill snuggled next to him on the sofa, his arm dwarfing her as it possessively wrapped around her shoulder, I wondered how long their friendship would remain platonic. Remembering what Riley had told Jill all the way back on Monday night, about how Byron had the hots for Jill, and how my English major wife had described him as being a ‘soulful poet’ all those months back at that fateful BBQ back in 2017 that had nudged Jill and me towards this new lifestyle.

(Thanks to cbears52 for his invaluable help)