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Hello, everyone. This story is for Wife #23 in the "Your Wife's Lovers." I hope the couple likes it. ****************************************** Cindy Gets Black Maled By Carol Collins I had finally gotten the kids to bed and was luxuriating in the warm sudsy bath water. It had been a hectic day helping Susan get everything ready for the party that Bob, her husband and Don's boss, had scheduled for tomorrow night. Some of the food was to be prepared there. Some would be bought. Their extremely house was always clean and presentable, no big trick when you had no children to mess things up. Tomorrow, being Friday, was a school day for my children, and, when they got home, they would be sent over to Miss Kieleena's house down the block for the night. I finished my bath by shaving my underarms, legs and pubic mound. Don loved my smooth hairless mound and liked to go down on me when I was freshly shaven. I ran my fingers up and down my smooth legs and vagina lips to make sure that I had not missed a spot. The sensuousness of running my wet hands over my shapely legs and smooth pussy was turning me on. I made myself quit. After all, that's what a husband is for. I rinsed off and let the water out of the tub and began patting my body dry with the large fluffy bath towel. I glanced into the large mirror and stopped to stare for a moment. I looked closely at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I guess I looked pretty good for a girl that had already turned thirty. My face was cute and was still young looking. I had big blue eyes that people said were beautiful and expressive and a big bright smile. I had colored my hair blonde recently and really liked the new me. Don liked it, too. He said that it wasn't just the looks that had changed. It was my attitude. I felt the difference, also. I had always been so shy around other people, but now, with blonde hair, I felt different. And right now, I felt horny! I peeped through the door and saw Don getting ready for bed. He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. He was still in very good shape for a man in his middle thirties. His naturally blonde hair and green eyes had been the first things that had attracted me to him. He lowered his pants and I hurriedly finished drying off. I brushed my blonde hair and was pleased by the appearance of the new me. "Don, husband ne," I whispered to myself, "get ready to get laid." I slipped my pink silk baby doll nighty over my head. I thought about leaving the panties off, but decided that Don really enjoyed removing them before we made love. I stepped into the semi transparent pink silk panties, slid them up over my smooth legs and pulled them tight against my pubic mound and bottom. Men liked to think that they are the only ones who get horny and that women never instigate sex, but women start things off by sending signals that we are available. Sometimes, the men are just too dense to read our messages. Thankfully, Don has been a good husband who is attentive. I opened the bathroom door and struck a pose like I had seen in the men's nudie magazines. Don looked over at me, smiled and whistled softly. We had been married all these years and he still appreciated the efforts I made to keep myself in shape. At five foot five inches tall and one hundred fifteen pounds, I had managed to avoid the middle age spread that plagued some women when they were in their early thirties and had children. My measurements are a respectable 34 B-25- 38. I was proud of my body and enjoyed showing it off to my husband in the privacy of our bedroom. Don was proud of me, too. The only problem was, he wanted to show me off to the entire world. I liked the idea that other men seemed to think that I was attractive, and they did show it in their caveman sort of ways, but, as I had told Don, I was a one man woman. I slowly walked, swaying my hips as I went, around to Don's side of our king-sized bed and moved in close to him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at me with those green eyes of his and smiled. His arms went around my waist and pulled me against him as I placed my arms around his neck. He pulled me down onto his lap and his lips sought mine. My lips parted and his tongue came into my mouth as our kiss continued for several minutes. It was one of those slow passion- building kisses that I read about in my romance novels. One of Don's hands was cupping one of my breasts as his other hand ran lightly up and down my silky smooth thigh. My nipples became erect and Don rewarded one with a tweak. I had breast fed my babies and now had large sensitive over-sized nipples that Don loves to suck on during foreplay. I must admit that I enjoyed it, too. Don gently lifted me off his lap and lay me down on the bed. I lay there, looking up at him as he flipped the hem of my nighty up over my tits, leaned over and took my left nipple in his mouth. I do so love having my nipples sucked on! I caressed the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair as he sucked my expanding nipple until it was swollen as far as it would go. Then, he shifted to my right nipple and worked his magic on it for the next several minutes. My entire body tingled from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair because of his attention to my swollen nipples. Don spent the next several minutes switching from one nipple to the other. One of his hands had moved down my relatively flat tummy to massage my pink panties into my hairless moistening mound. I was practically panting for breath when his lips began its journey from my throbbing nipples to my tingling vagina. Don kissed my tummy on his way to the pink silk panties that covered my eager love mound. He kissed across the front of my panties until he was kissing my pussy through the thin silk material. When his fingers grasped the waistband of my panties, I raised my hips so that he could remove them easily. Don immediately brought his lips back to my moistened mound and licked up the length of my vagina slit. He knew that this always drove me wild. This time was no exception. I gritted my teeth and locked my fingers behind the back of his head and pulled him into me. His lips locked onto my clitoris and began applying suction. As the tension within my body built, I waited with bated breath for the final stroke. When his tongue began licking my clit as he applied suction, my body arched upwards and I came for him in only a few short minutes. His tongue continued to strum my erect clit as the waves of ecstasy continued to flow through my body. When I realized that Don had removed his mouth from my wet vagina, I opened my eyes and saw that he had stood up beside the bed and was slowly stroking his hard cock with his right hand. It only took me a few seconds to sit up and take his beautiful cock in my hands as I took over for him. I loved the sense of power that a woman has as she takes charge of a man's penis. They are always pretending that they are big and strong, but when a woman gets hold of his penis, she can have him do almost anything just to get her to make him cum. I looked up into Don's green eyes and grinned before I leaned forward and licked the underside of his larger than average cock. I get a thrill out of watching Don's facial expressions as I suck his cock until he cums down my throat. I hear that I may be in the minority that actually doesn't mind swallowing her husband's semen. I wrap my lips around Don's love muscle and begin to bob my head up and down. I roll my eyes upward to see the expression of lust that has taken over his face. Part of me wants to suck his dick until he shoots his sperm into my mouth so that I can let him watch as I swallow every precious drop. Another part of me wants him to push me back onto the bed and climb on top of me and fuck me within an inch of my life. Another part of me wants to push him back onto the bed so that I can ride his stiff penis and rub my clitty against his pubic bone until I have several orgasms. Don settled the question of what to do next when he gently pushed me onto my back and moved between my parted thighs. Don guided his engorged penis toward my wet vagina. I felt the familiar responses as the nice sized cock slipped into my lower belly. It always felt so good to have my husband entering me this way. When he was all the way in, he began grinding his pubic bone against my erect clitoris. Over the years, he had found that this excited me very much. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued to grind away at my swollen clit. A few more minutes of this and I would have another climax. The waves began washing through me, building higher and higher until they crested in another orgasm. Afterwards, Don is still stroking his cock in and out of my pussy in earnest. Ten minutes later, I came again as I felt his penis erupting inside of my vagina. I tightened my legs around his waist as I experienced yet another orgasm. I lay with my arms and legs wrapped around my husband's muscular body for several minutes before he rolled off. I felt his deflating penis slip from my vagina as he did so. I turned and we cuddled for a few minutes before we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. The alarm awoke me early the next morning. I sleepily climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. I peed, washed my hands and face, then brushed the tangles from my blonde hair. I made the rounds, waking up everyone that had to get up first, before going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Next, it was time to wake the rest of the family. An hour later, Don had left for work and the kids had gone to school. For the next seven hours, I would have the house to myself. I turned on the morning talk shows as I propped my feet up to enjoy a cup of coffee. The theme for today's show was cheating wives and the men who love them. Married couples actually came on national television and bragged about how many men the wives had sex with. The husbands said that they wanted their wives to come home to them after having sex with one or more men! The show started me to thinking about the times, while in the throws of sexual excitement, Don had whispered in my ear about me having sex with other men. He told me of his fantasies of me letting different men make love to me. He mentioned Vic, the hunky guy that he works with as a possible lover. He had mentioned the electric meter reader man, who was black. He had even whispered in my ear about the fantasy of letting Reggie Grant, the star athlete from way back in high school, who used to try to get me to go out with him, make love to me. I haven't seen Reggie in many years, but Don continues to whisper stories about him when we make love. I must admit that the stories do excite me. I would never admit it to my husband, but he must be aware that I usually have more orgasms when he whispers these stories to me. I noticed that my vagina was beginning to get that itchy feeling that it got when I was getting sexually aroused. I drained my coffee cup, went to the kitchen and washed the dishes before I had to go back to bed and waste the day masturbating. There was a party scheduled for tonight and I had things to do to get ready. ********************************************** The children had just left for the baby sitter's house. It is now five o'clock. The party starts at seven. Don would be home from work in about an hour. I had just enough time for a shower, putting on my make- up and slipping into some party clothes before Don arrived. Then, he could shower and get dressed so we could leave for his boss's party. The warm water cascading over my body and the soft wash cloth rubbing against my skin brought on more than just a tingling sensation. I found myself remembering the morning talk show and the couples who were the guests. I also thought of the things that Don sometimes whispered in my ear as we made love. If it weren't for the fact that we were expected at the party right after Don got home from work, I would have attacked him as soon as he came in the door and pulled him down on the living room sofa. I even thought of masturbating. I shut off the flow of water and stepped out of the shower. I could feel the sexual tension in my naked body as I toweled myself dry. I promised myself, "Tonight, Don is going to screw me or else!" I used the blow dryer to dry my blonde hair as I brushed it out. Perhaps the advertisements were right; "Blondes really do have more fun." When my hair was presentable, I gave it a couple of sprays to hold it in place. Since I was in the house alone, I walked through the bedroom completely nude. I loved being nude. It was one of the freedoms that you lost when you had children. I opened my lingerie drawer and selected the undies that I would wear tonight. The sexual tension that I felt must have played a role in the selection of a black satin low cut push up brassiere, black satin thong panties, a lace trimmed black satin garter belt and a pair of black silk stockings. I had bought these from Victoria Secret to keep the spark in our love life. Tonight, after returned home, I wanted Don to know exactly what I wanted before he went to sleep. Letting him see me taking off my expensive front- buttoned red mini dress, with me in my sexy undies, never failed to arouse his manhood. I was just finishing putting on my make up when Don arrived. I told him to hurry and take his shower, and not to forget to shave. I told him, "I do not want to dance cheek-to-cheek to a cactus patch." He grinned as he went to the bathroom. I laid out his clothes while he showered. Forty minutes later, we were in the Camry and on our way to Bob and Susan's party. Bob, who had bought the computer firm only about six months before, used the parties as a business tax write-off. He invited his computer service company staff, clients and potential clients to his palatial home about once a month. Bob opened the door and invited us in when we rang the doorbell. He is a very handsome man over six feet tall, had black hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in casual, but expensive, clothing. Bob told Don that I looked pretty tonight as he kissed my cheek. I thanked him and smiled up at him. Susan greeted us as she passed by in the living room. She was a natural redhead. I knew that because I had seen her changing clothes one day when they had thrown a pool party. She did admit that her fantastic boobs had been surgically augmented. She sported a body that was 36D-22-36. With her flashing green eyes and flowing red hair, she was always the life of the party. I knew that she played around with other men on occasions, but Bob had made several passes at me when Don was not looking. Susan patted my arm and told Don, "I need to borrow your wife for a little while. The drinks are at the bar. Help yourself." I told Don that I wanted a screwdriver as I accompanied the gorgeous redhead from the room. Susan led me up the stairs and into the master bedroom. I followed her to the bathroom door and watched as she raised the hem of her emerald green dress, revealing that she, too, wore stockings and a garter belt, pulled down her matching emerald green bikini panties, sat on the commode and peed. I wondered if she invited me to her room just to watch her pee. I went to the mirror and freshened my lipstick as I waited for her to tell me what was on her mind. I could see Susan's reflection in the mirror as she used some toilet paper to wipe dry before pulling up her panties and rearranging her dress. She flushed the toilet, joined me at the sink and washed her hands before she spoke. "I don't know if Don has told you, but Bob is trying to land another contract for computers and servicing. There is this big and but growing sporting goods manufacturer and Bob almost has the contract signed. If this comes through, Don will get a promotion and a big pay raise. He would be in charge of the account. You'd like a thirty per cent pay raise, wouldn't you?" Would I ever? I smiled and said that I certainly would. Susan's green eyes looked at me for a moment before she continued. "Good. I'm glad that you feel that way because we have invited the officials of the new company to supper next Friday night and Bob wants Don and you to attend." I was relieved. With the build up that Susan had been giving this, I thought that it was something unusual. I told her that we would most certainly be there. That's when she told me that the president of the company was Reggie Grant. Reggie was the black athlete that had tried to get me to go out on dates with him when we were in high school. He was tall, muscular and handsome, but, even if I had seriously considered dating a black man, Don and I were already dating at the time. Don was a little jealous at the time, but Reggie was a lot bigger and a lot stronger, so Don never did much to stop Reggie. For the past couple of years, when we had made love, Don had sometimes whispered Reggie's name to me and told me what the big black football player would have done to me if I had gone out on a date with him. Now, I would meet him again. I looked into Susan's eyes and saw her staring at me. "Bob said that the Reggie, Don and you went to high school together. He also said that Don told him that Reggie had the hots for you and used to hit on you for a date. At the dinner, you can be nice to him. Don't look at me that way. All you have to be is be friendly. Nobody is asking you to sleep with the man! Remember Don's promotion and the pay raise." I stood there wondering why Don had not told me himself. Susan and I went back downstairs to join the party. Susan went to greet some people who had arrived while we were upstairs. I found Don sitting in a corner. He had already finished one drink and had started on another. He gave me my screwdriver as I sat down beside him. I asked why he didn't tell me about Reggie being the president of the company that he had told me about. He said that Bob thought that it was a good idea if Susan told me instead. She was used to the idea of wives entertaining prospective business clients. I took big sips of my drink as I listened to his explanation. Both of our glasses were empty by the time we had finished talking. We went to the bar and had our glasses refilled before we went around to say hello to the other partygoers. Vic Taylor had arrived. He was a coworker of Don's and very flirty. He was about five foot ten, had short black hair and big brown eyes and very good looking. He always paid me compliments on my appearance. Tonight was no exception. Don had wandered off to talk to some one about a computer system that needed some maintenance work on Monday morning, leaving Vic and I to talk. "I love your dress. It certainly shows off your great figure. Well, Cindy, when are you going to ditch that husband of yours and run off with me?" He said with a cute boyish grin on his face. I told him, "Be careful what you ask for, you may get it someday." I had an equally big grin on my face. I don't know what had come over me. I'm normally very shy. Perhaps it was the fact that I was to see Reggie Grant again after all these years. Maybe I was worried, that after having children, he would not find me attractive. I knew that it did not matter. I was married to Don. But, women always want all men to rue the day that she walked out of their life. Reggie always said that he loved my blue eyes and wanted me to go out with him. I had not forgotten him. I guess I was nervous. Perhaps that is why I had too much to drink at the party. Two more screwdrivers later, I was certainly feeling no pain. When I saw Don from across the room, he looked as if he had too much to drink as well. There was a stereo playing music in one of the rooms. When Vic asked me to dance, I said, "Sure. It has been years since I have been dancing." The room was nearly empty of people. The lights were turned down low. Vic took me into his arms. I had put my arms around Vic's neck. The music was soft and low as we swayed to the tune of the music. Vic drew me even closer and I lay my head on his shoulder. It had been so long since Don had taken me dancing. I snuggled closer to Vic. Vic tightened his hold around my waist and I felt his lengthening penis pressing against my belly. Under normal circumstances, I would have immediately pulled away from Vic. The booze probably was responsible for me not ending the dance. The song played for another minute or two as Vic and I swayed together in the dimly lit room. I could feel Vic's raging hard on against my belly, but I still did not pull away. Part of my mind was telling me to back away while another told me that it felt too good. Vic's hands moved from my waist to my bottom. His hands each gripped a buttock and massaged them. Part of my mind was screaming at me to make him stop. He had flirted with me before, but had never gone this far. I raised my head up off his shoulder and was about to tell him to please remove his hands from my bottom when his lips sealed mine shut. Except for Christmas parties, when mistletoe was hung from the ceiling, I had not kissed another man since Don and I were married. Now, I was letting one of my husband's coworkers kiss me and fondle my bottom at a party being thrown by their boss. I wanted to stop him, but he held me so tightly. I wanted to make him take his hands off me, but they felt so good. We had stopped moving to the music as Vic pulled me even tighter. His erection was very large and stiff as I was pressed against it by Vic's embrace. Vic's tongue was licking at my lips. I parted my lips and his tongue slipped inside of my mouth. At the same time, he moved his fingertips over my bottom cheeks and between my thighs. My legs parted as I spread my feet on the floor. I had not meant to do that. It was an automatic response as I felt Vic's fingers begin to massage my vagina through my dress and panties. The song had ended. Luckily, the other couple in the room was so occupied with each other that they had not noticed what I, a married woman, and Vic, my husband's coworker, had been doing while we were dancing. Vic took my left hand in his hand and led me from the room to another room just down the hall. The room was set up as a guest bedroom. Vic pulled me in the door and closed it behind me. I tried to tell him that I did not do this kind of thing, but his lips prevented me from talking. He held me tightly in his arms as his hands moved under my dress and massaged the front of my panties into my moistened vagina. I tried to protest, but could not pull my lips from Vic's. Vic never took his lips from mine or his fingers from my excited vagina as he moved me backwards toward the bed. I actually attempted to push Vic away, but the timing was off. I pushed just as the edge of the bed touched the backs of my legs. I sprawled on the bed on my back with my legs flying open. Before my alcohol-fogged brain could take charge of the situation, Vic was lying on top of me with my legs still spread apart. His mouth found mine and his tongue sank all the way in before I had a chance to tell him that I was a married woman. I wanted to say that I loved my husband as his hands massaged my breasts and pinched my nipples. I wanted to tell him to stop as his long hard cock was pressed against my excited silk covered pussy. I could not tell him any of those things because he continued to French kiss me. Vic unbuttoned the front of my red mini dress and opened it. The black silk brassiere that I wore was a front hook model. It, too, was opened. Finally, Vic removed his lips from mine. I was just about to point out that we should not be doing this when his lips wrapped around my left nipple. I lost my concentration as his lips and tongue caused the most delicious sensations to course from my swollen nipple to every cell in my body. I could only lie back and let the dark haired single man suck on my erect nipple. I actually moaned when Vic shifted his attention from my left nipple to my right nipple. Within only a minute or two, I was running my fingers through his hair as he suckled my nipples and rubbed his big cock against my wet pussy. I was hopelessly under Vic's control as he pulled the hem of my dress up past my waist and slipped his hand under the waistband of my black silk bikini panties. His fingers moved down over my shaven vagina lips and dipped into the moist cleft to rub my erect clitoris. He had me cuming within two minutes. After that, I did not try to stop him from pulling my panties down over my nylon covered legs and off over my high heel shoes. I heard his belt buckle and zipper as he undressed part way. I realized that we had gone too far to make him stop now. I felt the head of Vic's cock as it pressed against my wet pussy lips. I was glad that it was my safe period. I had complications with birth control pills and used a diaphragm when Don and I had sex during my fertile periods. Vic had his stiff dick lined up with my vagina. It sank in a couple of inches. This was the first time that another man's penis had been inside of me since Don and I had started dating back in high school. I had to admit that it felt good as it filled me up. I wrapped my nylon stocking covered legs around Vic's waist as his pubic bone hit my stiff clitoris. It felt to good to even think of having him stop now. Vic continued to kiss me as his long hard dick stroked in and out of my quivering belly. His pelvic bone bumped my clitty each time he drove his cock into my pussy. It only required a few minutes for me to reach another orgasm. I had my arms around his neck and was eagerly kissing his lips as he stroked harder. There was something illicitly exciting about having a man other than my husband screwing me. I reached a third climax just before Vic shot his sperm deep into my belly. I lay panting on the bed with Vic still between my legs and his penis slowly shrinking in size and softening inside my overflowing vagina. Vic whispered in my ear, "That was fantastic. When can we do it again?" I was trembling, but began to feel guilty about cheating on Don. As far as I know, he had never cheated on me. Now, I lay on my back with Don's best friend's cock buried in my pussy with his sperm coating the insides of my womb. I was just glad that I had another week before my fertile period. I felt Vic's softened penis slither out of my vagina and some of our juices begin to drip down between my bottom cheeks. I rolled over and reached for a box of tissues beside the bed and stemmed the tide of sperm from wetting the back of my dress. I reached for my black silk panties, but Vic grabbed them first. I looked up into his brown eyes as he said, "I'll make a trade. Your panties for a promise that we'll do this again real soon." I already felt guilty about what we had done and told him so. If it had not been for the three screwdrivers that I had to drink, I did not mention that watching the couples on the morning talk show had gotten me horny to begin with, this would probably never have happened. "Okay. I'll give you your panties, but you have to at least think about meeting me again." I could not go home without my panties. Don likes to reach up under my dress on the way home from parties and play with my little hairless pussy. How could I explain to him about my missing panties? I promised to at least think about giving Vic a call and meeting him some day. He gave me my panties. I went to the bathroom and freshened up. A new coating of lipstick was needed. I had left my purse inside the front door. I would try to avoid Don until I looked like we did when we had arrived. The back of my dress was wrinkled a little, but that couldn't be helped now. Luckily, I picked up my purse and touched up my make-up without Don or anyone else noticing anything out of the ordinary. I did not have anything else to drink and when I found Don, he had sobered up as well. We bade our farewells to Bob, Susan and the others, and left for home. Don, true to form, as he drove through the darkened streets, put his hand on my leg and began to push my dress up to the tops of my thighs. I was still wet with Vic's sperm as it seeped out of my vagina. I knew that the crotch-band of my panties was soaked. I tried to hold my husband's hand back, but he was insistent. In the light of the streetlights, he could see the tops of my black nylon stockings and he worked his hand to the wet crotch of my panties. "You are wet tonight!" he exclaimed as he began massaging the wet silk against my hairless vagina lips. "You must be really horny. I'm glad that the kids are at the baby sitter's tonight. Don't worry, Baby, when we get home, I'll take care of you." I didn't have the heart to tell him that someone already had taken care of me. We arrived home without any incidents other than Don rubbing my love button for so long that I came in the car as we were nearing our driveway. Don parked the car, turned around and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him with intense passion as I floated down from my orgasm. I meekly followed Don into the house. He led me straight to the bedroom, where he took me into his arms and kissed me again. When he told me that he loved me, I almost cried. Don unbuttoned my red mini dress and let it slip down off my shoulders. I stood before him in my black silk lingerie. He unhooked my brassiere and it joined my dress on the floor beside our king-sized bed. My nipples were slightly red from the working over the Vic had given them earlier in the evening. Don lowered his mouth to them and waves of sensations soared throughout my body as my swollen nipples responded to my husband's mouth and tongue. I could feel my panties getting wetter by the minute as I began to moan. Don slipped my panties down over my hips and they slithered to the floor. His fingers massaged my clitoris again until I had yet another orgasm. This time, when I recovered, I wanted to suck Don's cock. I knew he loved it when I did that for him. I dropped to my knees onto the carpeted floor. I unbuckled Don's pants and pulled them, along with his under shorts, down around his ankles. His long penis was standing at attention. I wasted little time in grabbing it in both hands and licking around the circumcised head with my tongue. I looked up into his green eyes as I sucked my husband's big cock. He said, "Cindy, you're beautiful. I love it when you are on you knees sucking my cock." His hands went behind my head and began to speed up my movements. I thought that he was going to cum down my throat. I actually like it when he does that, but he pulled his cock out of my mouth, lifted me up off the floor and laid me on the bed. Don swung up and over me as he climbed between my opened legs. His wet cock sank all the way inside of my seeping vagina in one push. I was having my second hard penis tonight and I was almost ready to cum simply from having been entered! Don did not make more than three strokes before I had a very powerful orgasm. I squealed and my body bucked up and down on his stiff cock. When I was almost back to normal, Don began whispering to me about letting another man screw me. "Just think, you will see Reggie again. I bet he'll make a pass at you again. I bet he'd love to sink his big black cock all the way inside of your hairless cunt! Wouldn't you enjoy having another cock stroking in and out of your cunt? I bet Reggie's cock is big and black. Wouldn't you like to feel how far inside you a long cock could reach?" After having Vic's cock inside of me tonight, hearing Don speaking to me this way drove me right over the edge. I came harder than I ever had before in my life. Don had to hold me down on the bed as he stroked his cock in and out of my dripping pussy. Finally, Don added his sperm to Vic's. My entire body was trembling as we lay in each other's arms. I thought about what it had felt like to have another man make love to me. I decided that I loved my husband too much to screw around. We had talked to each other and fantasized about other men making love to me while Don and I made love, but it had only been fantasies until tonight. The next time that I had a chance to talk to Vic, I would simply have to tell him that what we had done was wrong and I never wanted to cheat on my husband again. ****************************************************** Monday morning rolled around. I had gotten the kids off to school and Don off to work. I was sipping a cup of coffee and watching another morning talk show. This time, the theme was interracial couples. I had put on a thin pink top and a pair of white shorts. Don had been a sex maniac every since the party on Friday night. I didn't even put on any underwear this morning. I had not worn any since the party. Don and the kids had been gone for a little over an hour when the doorbell rang. I wondered who it could be as I answered the door. I was surprised to find that it was Bob, Don's boss. "Hello, Cindy. I hate to bother you so early in the morning, but I have some business that I need to discuss." I told him that Don had left for work an hour before. He said he needed to speak with me. I invited him in. We sat on the sofa in the den after I had asked if he wanted a cup of coffee and he declined. "Cindy, I have something that you need to watch. I had bought some new video equipment last week and I had set it up and was playing with it on Friday afternoon. Unfortunately, I recorded something that I probably should not have. Here, let me slip this tape into your machine." He put a tape into our VCR and hit the play button. When the tape began playing on the television, my heart sank in my chest. It was a tape of Vic and me in the bedroom! I sat in horror as I watched the image of Vic pushing me onto the bed and laying on top of me. I hoped that the tape would stop before anything else happened. It didn't. Everything was on the tape. Every dirty little detail was recorded. When the tape had ended, just after I had slipped my panties back on to return to the party, I turned to Bob. He was smiling at me. "You have always put on an act of being so shy and demur. I'm glad to see that my faith in womankind has been restored. You can keep this tape. It is only a copy. I have the original locked up in our safe." From the grin that Bob had on his lips and the twinkle in his blue eyes, I knew that he wanted something. Bob stood up. I could see that the front of his trousers were tented outward by a very large sized hard on. He slowly unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his zipper. "You know what this means, don't you, Cindy? It means that you and I are going to be good friends from now on. Right now, I'm in the mood to have my cock sucked. You know what they say; oral sex isn't really adultery. And, what's good enough for the President of the United States is good enough for the President of your husband's company." By this time he had lowered his trousers and his shorts. Bob had a cock that was not only thick, but it looked to be about nine inches long. Even though I was determined to not give him the satisfaction of going down on him, my mouth still watered when I saw the size of his monster. I asked Bob to leave. "Come on, Cindy. There's no reason to be shy now. You wouldn't want Don and you family to be given a copy of this tape would you? Imagine if your kids got to see mommy partying with Uncle Vic. That's right. Although, I'm not saying that I would ever do such a thing. I'm your friend. I want you to be my friend. Come over and suck my cock, and your children will never see what a slut they have for a mommy." Don had said that Bob was ruthless in doing business. I now knew that he was ruthless with everyone. I was trying to think of a way out of my situation when he said, "Cindy, I want you over here on your knees and sucking my cock in ten seconds or I'm pulling up my pants and leaving. You know what will happen tomorrow! One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight." I realized that I had no other choice. My mind was screaming, "No!" as I moved off the sofa and was on my knees in front of Bob before he could count to nine. "Now that's a good girl! Take my cock in your hands and stroke it a few times just to let it know that you like it. That's right! Good girl! Now lean forward and kiss the head. No wet your lips first. Oh, yea! That's it." Bob's hands moved behind my head and he forced the domed head of his erect penis into my mouth and began stroking it in and out. Within a couple of minutes, he was forcing his cock into my mouth as if it were a vagina. The oversized head of his large cock was plumbing the deeps of my mouth and expanding my throat as he continued to attempt to sink more and more of his stiff cock down my throat. I was almost in a state of shock! Within minutes, Bob exclaimed, "Cindy, get ready for me to cum! I don't want you to loose a drop. Swallow it all! Here it comes!" His hands gripped the back of my head and he drove almost the entire nine inches down my throat and held it there for over a minute as it pulsed and spewed semen directly down into my stomach. When I was finally able to jerk my head off his cock, I coughed and gasped for air. A strand of his sperm dripped from my mouth and landed on the front of my pink top. "Cindy, you did not swallow it all like I told you to. Just for that, I'll have to come back again tomorrow and let you try it again." I tried to reason with him. He said that when I learned to do as he said, he would give me all the copies of the tape, and not before. He said he would be back the next day at the same time. Then, he pulled up his pants and left. I just sat there on the floor on my knees as I tried to fully comprehend the situation that I had gotten myself into. A few days ago, I was a normal wife, mother and homemaker. Now, I had let one man screw me at a party and my husband's boss had forced me to suck his dick in my own home. Finally, I was able to get up off the floor and slowly walk to the kitchen. I drank another cup of coffee, but the taste of Bob's semen still lingered on my tongue. I was troubled as much about the fact that my clitoris was hard and I had to go to the bedroom and masturbate just to get some relief, as I was about sucking Bob's big cock. I spent the rest of the day trying vainly to come up with a way to get the tapes away from Bob without him coming back to the house. Vic called to tell me how much he enjoyed Friday night. I told him that I could never do that again and hung up the phone. When the kids got home from school, I tried to act normal. That night, Don was like a sex maniac in bed. I came several times before he emptied his balls inside of my belly. He never gave me an opportunity to tell him about the mess that I had gotten myself in. At least I was glad that this had happened now instead of next weekend. By the weekend, my fertile cycle would begin and I would need to wear the diaphragm when Don and I made love. The next morning, Don and the kids left at the usual time. For some reason, I took a shower and put on a new light blue pull over top and a pair of dark blue shorts before Bob was supposed to arrive. I brushed my hair and even put on lipstick. I just wanted to be presentable, I told myself as I looked into my own blue eyes in the mirror. The doorbell rang and I let Bob into our home. He strolled into the den, dropped his pants and sat down on the sofa. "Cindy, you know what to do." He had not even said hello. "Remember the video tapes? On your knees, Slut, and suck my cock!" I wanted to scream at Bob and tell him to get the hell out of my house, but I remembered his threat to send copies of the tape to my family. I slowly dropped to my knees in front of my husband's boss. His cock was hard already as I wet my lips and lowered my mouth onto the domed head. I swirled my tongue around and around the head for a couple of minutes before I took it into my mouth. I worked up and down on his huge tool in the hopes that he would be pleased enough to give me all the copies of the video tape that he had of me. I did not know at that time how futile that idea was. Bob's cell phone rang as I was trying to swallow his entire nine-inch cock. I stopped as he answered and was waiting for him to hang up before I continued. He reached behind my head and pulled my mouth back down onto his cock as he discussed a computer sale over the phone. I went back to sucking his big cock as he talked on the phone. Somewhere deep inside me, I knew that he was treating me like his personal whore. I could not explain why the crotch of my shorts was becoming wet. Bob concluded the business arrangement and hung up just as he was shooting his thick sperm down my throat. This time, I managed to swallow every drop. He fired a large quantity of semen into my mouth and throat as I bobbed my head up and down on his pulsating shaft. My clitoris was throbbing in need as I sat back and looked up into Bob's bright blue eyes. "Thank you, Slut. You were much better this time. You have graduated beyond blowjobs. Tomorrow, I want you to wear some sexy lingerie when you open the door. Maybe a push-up brassiere and a garter belt. And wear a little more make-up. I want you to be attractive when I fuck you." Bob got up, rearranged his clothes and left without saying another word. My clit was so swollen; I had to rub it for an hour just to get the eleven orgasms I needed to calm down. That night, Don and I made love twice. The next morning was Wednesday. Everyone left to go to school and work on time. I took a quick shower, fixed my hair, applied my make-up, put on a black pair of nylons attached to a red satin garter belt and a red satin pair of bikini panties. I had a matching red satin under-wire brassiere that added a letter size to my bust. I had just checked myself in the mirror when the doorbell rang. I slipped my feet into a pair of high heel slippers before I went to open the front door. I thought that maybe today, he would give me the incriminating videotapes if I did exactly what he said. As Bob brushed past me, he said, "Good morning, Cindy. You look very nice this morning. Lead me to the master bedroom." I led the way toward the master bedroom. I had been so busy getting dressed for Bob's arrival; I had not had time to make the beds. Bob took hold of the rumpled covers and flung them onto the floor. "Okay, Cindy. Get up on the bed and lay down." I did as he had said. Bob pulled a small camera out of his jacket pocket and took a picture of me lying on my bed in my lingerie. I jumped up from the bed and cried, "Wait a minute! I am only cooperating with you to get those videotapes. That does not mean that I will pose for dirty pictures!" I had told him off! I was so proud of myself. I had given him limits and I felt as if I might be able to take charge of the situation. I looked up into Bob's bright blue eyes defiantly. "Very well. If that's the way you feel. I only wanted these pictures for the scrapbook that I keep in my safe at home. I'll be leaving now. I'm sure your children will enjoy their copies of the videotapes of their mother in action. Have a pleasant day." Bob walked out of the bedroom and went down the hallway. I caught up with him just as he opened the front door. "Bob, please give me the tapes." He looked at me and smiled as he walked out the front door. I was desperate. "Okay! You win! I'll pose for you." Bob stopped and slowly turned around. "You'll pose anyway, and anywhere, I say?" My situation was hopeless. I reluctantly nodded my head. "Okay, then. Come on out and get into my car." I shook my head. He wanted to take me away from the relative safety of my home. "Just leave your door unlocked and close it. I'll have you back in an hour or two." I realized that he also wanted me to walk out to his car in my lingerie! Bob was almost to his car as he called out to me over his shoulder, "You'd better be in the car when I get there or else your kiddies get some family home videos that they will never forget." He was almost to his car already. I glanced at our neighbor's houses and saw no one outside. I pulled the front door closed as I ran as fast as my high heel shoes would allow me to get to the passenger door of his car before he got inside. Bob used his remote control to unlock the doors. I yanked open the passenger's door and quickly jumped inside. His windows were tinted a dark color and afforded some privacy. I looked at all the neighbor's homes and was relieved to see that no one had seen me running to a strange man's car wearing nothing but red satin brassiere, panties, garter belt, black nylon stockings and high heel shoes. Bob got in the driver's side and said, "I'm glad to see that you have changed your mind. There is no telling what emotional scarring might result if your little children saw those tapes." He started the engine, backed the car out of the driveway and headed for the building where Don works. Bob drove in silence. I was extremely nervous. His hands were busy, though. He told me to spread my legs. Then, his right hand massaged my red panty covered hairless cunny as he drove us closer to my husband's place of work. I was scared and could not understand why my juices were flowing. Bob's fingers made squelching sounds as they stroked in and out of my juicy slit after he had pulled the satin material out of the way. I lost control twice and came on his fingers. As I recovered from a gigantic orgasm, I noticed that we had pulled into the parking lot of the computer building that Bob owned. I was still breathing heavily as Bob spoke, "Okay, Cindy, I want you to get out of the car and stand in front of the sign on the building. That way, I'll be able to remember where we were when you posed for me." I told him that I couldn't get out of the car here. "There's traffic moving up and down the street. Some one will see me. Besides, what if Don, or some one else, looks out the window and sees me?" A stern look from Bob was all it took to convince me to cooperate. I opened the door and timidly stepped out of the car. In my thin red satin lingerie, I felt naked as I forced myself to walk to the sign. A passing car blew it's horn as I turned around to face the car. Bob yelled for me to, "Smile." I forced a smile and he told me to turn my upper body to give him a profile view as he snapped several pictures from the open driver's door window. I was told to smile again as he shot two more photos. Another car blew its horn as I scrambled to get back in Bob's car. Bob played with my pussy all the way home. He called me his "Slut", but for some strange reason, the name only made me hotter. I came four times before we arrived back home. Bob pulled back into our driveway and shut off his engine. He turned his blue eyes toward me and said, "For giving me a hard time when I wanted to take your picture, you get to blow me, instead of me fucking your cunt." I actually felt disappointed that he was not going to use his big thick cock in my hungry pussy. "Well? What are you waiting for? Unzip my pants, pull my cock out and suck it." I knew better than to argue with Bob. My hands were shaking as my fingers drew down the tab of his zipper. He pushed his seat back and tilted the steering wheel out of his way. I reached inside of his shorts and pulled out his semi-hard penis. It felt so warm and powerful as it expanded in my hands. "Show me how good of a cocksucker you are." He commanded as his large right hand moved behind my head and pulled my face against his swelling shaft. I opened my mouth and took the domed head of my husband's boss's large cock into my mouth. Bob was really was using me as his personal whore. I bobbed my head slowly up and down on his rigid pole. He was blackmailing me with the videotape of my night of indiscretion with Vic. I licked up and down the sides of his erect penis. He had forced me to let him take pictures of me in public while I wore nothing but sexy red satin lingerie. I was swallowing over half of Bob's stiff prick as my head moved up and down on the long, thick shaft. I had no idea what he was going to do with the photos. My hand was fondling his heavy balls as my lips sucked his cock down my throat. Deep inside, I knew he would use those photos to blackmail me into doing even more against my will. I rammed my head downward and managed to swallow most of his strong hard cock. Bob grabbed the back of my head and forced his entire cock down my throat as it fired the first of several salvos of sperm. I tried to relax my throat muscles in order not to choke and gag as the extremely large cock pulsated and jerked in my stretched throat. When he released the back of my head, I pulled back to get some air into my lungs before I went back down on Bob's big cock. I licked up every drop to make sure that I had not lost any of his cum. I could not explain why I wanted to please Bob with my ability to suck his cock. I was out of control. When I finally raised head up from Bob's lap, he grinned and mumbled, "Cindy, you make such a good slut. Too bad I have a meeting with another client in half an hour, or else, I would screw you on Don's bed. I love screwing married women on their marriage bed. It makes it more exciting for me. Maybe tomorrow? Now get your ass out of my car so I can meet Mr. Reggie Grant for lunch." I glanced at the other homes on our street through the darkly tinted windows of Bob's car and was relieved to see that no one would see me as I opened the car door and ran for the front door of our home. Bob blew his horn just as I reached the safety of the entranceway. I turned to see him taking another picture. "Smile," he ordered. With one hand on the doorknob, I turned and did as he had commanded. I saw our older next door neighbor come out on her front porch. I hurriedly opened the door and ducked inside. The crotch of my panties was soaking wet. I spent the next two hours in bed masturbating as my mind relived the morning's events. I managed to take a quick shower and start supper before the children got home from school. That night, Don and I made love twice. I was exhausted by the time he came inside of me the second time. I don't remember anything afterwards. I think I had passed out. Thursday morning, I crawled out of bed and got everyone off to school and work. I took a bubble bath and languished in the tub for half an hour as I soaked and shaved my underarms, legs and vagina. Just as I was patting myself dry, the phone rang. Naturally, it was Bob. "Hello, Cindy. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Wear a garter belt, stockings, high heels, your wedding rings and nothing else. I want to fuck you on Don's bed this morning." The phone clicked as the line went dead. He had not given me time to try to refuse his demand. I went to the bedroom drawer where I kept my special lingerie. When Bob arrived, I greeted him in a black satin with lace trim garter belt, black nylon stockings, a pair of black high heel sandals and my wedding rings. I had also applied makeup and quickly styled my hair. Also, I had inserted my diaphragm. I figured it was better to be safe than sorry. Bob smiled as I let him in the front door. He took my right hand and led me to mine and my husband's bedroom where he pushed me down onto the made up bed. Bob told me, "Cindy, be a good little slut and suck my cock to get it long and hard. Do a good enough job, and I'll shove it somewhere else this morning." I unzipped his expensive trousers and unbuckled his belt. I pushed both his pants and underwear down and bent forward to engulf the head of his soft penis in my warm wet mouth. Feeling the member swelling in size rewarded me. Bob let me suck his cock for several minutes before he pushed me back onto the bed. He pushed my legs apart and climbed between them. I could not understand why I was so excited. Bob was blackmailing me and I was so turned on, I thought that I would have an orgasm if he just touched my clitoris. He guided the head of his huge tool to my wet slit and rubbed it against my erect clitty. My body bowed upwards as a wave of ecstasy washed over me. By the time I had regained some control, Bob had already buried half of his oversized cock in my stretched pussy. Bob began shoving his cock in and out. He would sink it a little deeper each time he shoved forward. I could tell he was longer than my husband was because it was stretching me where I had never been stretched before. I looked up into his handsome face and was mesmerized by his deep blue eyes. By the time Bob was all the way inside of my tummy, I realized that he must be almost two inches deeper than my husband has ever been. Bob was in my virgin territory! My arms and legs wrapped themselves around him as he moved up and down on me. My eyes must have rolled back in my head as I experienced another orgasm as he took long strokes in and out of my pussy. My toes curled and the entire world seemed to swirl around and around. Bob kept me cuming for several minutes. I squealed as I felt his cock spewing his sperm inside of my tummy. I must have passed out because when I came to, he was gone. I was totally unaware that Bob had taken pictures of my unconscious body, as it lay sprawled across the bed. He had even taken close-up shots of his sperm dribbling out of my stretched vagina. He had chuckled to himself as he got dressed and left our home. That evening, Don made love to me yet again. Again, I wore my diaphragm. After all, I did not want to have another child. At least, not while the problems with Bob blackmailing me was still going on. Maybe after I got the videotape back, Don and I might consider having another baby. *************************************************** Friday morning, I had taken a bath almost as if I was looking forward to Bob's sexual demands. I was picking out some lingerie when the phone rang. Sure enough, it was my blackmailer. He told me to get dressed to go out to lunch. "Wear something sexy. The dress and lingerie that you wore at our party last weekend when you let Vic fuck you will be appropriate. I'll pick you up in forty-five minutes. Don't make me wait." The phone went dead. I quickly got dressed in the black satin lingerie and red mini dress that I had worn last Friday night to the party. As I applied my make up, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and asked myself why I was letting Bob use me this way? He was leading me down the road to ruin. I should not be cooperating with him. Don and I could move to a different part of the country. He could get another job. We could find another house. I was just dreaming. Bob would find us and would send copies of that damn tape to Don's new boss and our new neighbors. He might even be ruthless enough to send a copy to my children. I knew that my only hope would be to do as he said and hope that he gave me the videotape as he had said he would. I noticed that my vagina was getting moist as I prepared myself for my illicit morning meeting with my husband's employer. Bob pulled up in front of our house and blew his horn. I ran out the front door and noticed that our next door neighbor had come out on her front porch again as I was getting into Bob's car. I noticed that she had a smile on her old wrinkled face as we drove off. She was the gossip of the neighborhood. By nightfall, I was sure that everyone for blocks around would know about what she had seen yesterday and today. I didn't know how that would affect our standing in the neighborhood, but I knew that I would be talked about. Bob put his hand under my dress as he drove. My breathing quickened as his fingers massaged the satin material into my creaming vagina. He pulled his car into a motel parking lot, parked and told me to get out. I followed him up to a room. When we entered the room, my knees began shaking and I almost fainted. Sitting on the side of the king sized bed with his coat and tie lying beside him was Reggie Grant. It had been years since I had seen him, but I recognized him right away. It was easy to see that he was very tall, broad shouldered and muscular, even in a dress shirt and slacks. He also had very dark skin. He smiled when he saw me. "Hello, Cindy. You look good as a blonde, Baby. Come on in here and sit with your old boyfriend for a while." Bob placed his hand on the small of my back and propelled me forward across the room. I stopped just inches away from the black man that had always harassed me in high school. I had never dated him, nor had I let him kiss me the time he had cornered me in the hallway when no one else was around after classes. He was never my boyfriend. Although, I might have considered dating him if Don and I had not been going together at the time. Now, he sat on the edge of the motel bed smiling very broadly as he starred up into my eyes. "Cindy, I always told you that you had the sexiest blue eyes that I had ever seen. They still are. The years have been kind to you, Baby. You're still just as sexy as ever. I love what you have done with your hair." Reggie reached up and took my hands in his as he stood up. I looked up into Reggie's dark eyes as he held my hands in his huge dark hands. Bob leaned toward my ear and whispered, "I'm going to leave you two love birds alone for a couple of hours. Be good to my client or else many people will see your video acting debut!" I looked into his eyes and saw that he was completely serious. Bob walked toward the door. I thought that surely he would not leave me alone with Reggie. I looked up at the black man as his arms encircled my waist and drew me to him. His thick lips were pressed against mine and prevented me from protesting. I heard the door open and close as Bob left the room. Reggie forced his tongue into my mouth and halfway down my throat as he crushed me to his powerful body. I wanted to cry out and run from the room, but Reggie had already laid me down on the bed and was lying on top of me. I felt his huge hands mauling my breasts through my dress and skimpy brassiere. His fingers managed to pinch my nipples as his tongue delved deeply into my mouth. My legs struggled to free themselves only to find that one of Reggie's hands had moved between them and was massaging my satin covered mound. I thrashed about for a few seconds as his fingers forced the black satin panty material into my groove and found my clitoris. I could not help the reaction that my body had to the clitty manipulation. I ceased struggling as I felt an orgasm approaching. I was actually kissing Reggie's lips as my climax struck me. My legs stiffened and my arms were around his neck as I bucked up and down as his long black fingers brought me off. Afterwards, I lay back, quivering breathlessly, as he removed my dress. I did not protest as he opened my brassiere and began sucking my very excited and swollen nipples. His fingers slipped inside of my panties as he sucked my overly sensitive nipples for the next ten minutes. He made me cum twice while he grinned down at me. "A shaved white pussy! My favorite! Cindy, you are definitely one hot bitch!" He told me as he yanked my panties down. I lay on the bed in my black satin garter belt, nylons and high heels as Reggie stood up and removed all of his clothing. All the things that I had heard about black men were true. He was hung like a horse. Even soft, his cock hung half way to his knee. I had never seen an uncircumcised penis before. Actually, I had never seen a black one, either. Reggie climbed up onto the bed with his long black cock swinging side to side and straddled my chest. I watched in complete fascination as the thick black hose came closer to my face. "I have dreamed of having you laying on a bed, helpless, I as I feed my cock to your sweet white girl lips and watched your blue eyes." Reggie's cock dangled down onto my face. A drop of fluid was about to drip from the covered uncircumcised head as it rubbed across my lips. He took the dark shaft and pulled the foreskin back to expose the purple colored head of his cock. "You thought you were too good to date a black boy in school. Well, open up your mouth for me so you can suck my black cock. Come on, Cindy, you wouldn't want your little white bread husband see the videotape of you fucking another man now would you?" I opened my mouth and Reggie pushed the large head of his cock inside. Reggie's cock had a different flavor than Bob or my husband's cock had. It forced my lips farther apart as it became longer and thicker. My mouth was filled completely as the huge twelve inch black cock became hard. Reggie was making up for all those times that I had turned him down when he had asked me out for a date when we were in high school. He was grinning down at me as he made his cock stroke in and out of my stretched lips. Fortunately, his dick was too thick to be forced down my throat; not that he did not try. Reggie pulled his wet cock head from my sucking lips and moved down my body. I was certain that his cock was too big to fit inside of my vagina. Even after having children, I was afraid that it would be too big. I wanted to get up and run from the huge black pole that was about to be forced up inside of my belly, but found that I was paralyzed. I lay on the bed; just barely being able to breathe as this large muscular black man was about to screw me with the biggest cock that I had seen. My trembling legs were pushed up and back, spreading me open. I looked down between my boobs to see the monster penis, with its purple head shining with my saliva, approaching my defenseless little hairless pussy. I did notice that my nipples were swollen and bigger than I had ever seen them. Reggie moved into position and I felt the baseball- sized head of his pole pressing into my wet slit. I felt as if I could not breathe as part of his weight bore down on his penis, forcing the purple knob to disappear inside of my belly. I had not been stretched this far since the birth of my last baby. I moaned in pleasure-pain as another inch penetrated my violated vagina. Reggie was watching my facial expressions as he began an in and out motion. His hips were pushing and pulling as his baseball bat sized black penis disappeared about a quarter inch at a time. Long before he hit bottom, I could feel the oversized head of his cock bumping against the diaphragm over my cervix. I remember hoping that his cock did not knock it off as he began his long slow strokes in and out of my bloated vagina. I looked up into his dark eyes as he said, "Cindy, You should have let me do this to you years ago. Now, I'm going to make you into my woman. I'll fuck your cunt like that white bread hubby of yours can never do. I'm going to make you addicted to black dick!" I had ten or twelve major orgasms over the next forty-five minutes. His cock went far past where any penis had gone before. I came almost every time I felt Reggie's cock pushing my internal organs out of the way and stretching my vagina. By the time he emptied his balls inside of me, I did not care if th phragm was still in place or if his cock had knocked it off. When Reggie pulled his dripping cock from my flooded vagina, he climbed up to straddle my head. My body was still shaking from the orgasms that I had just experienced, I could only open my mouth when he lowered his still swollen, but soft, shiny black cock to my lips. I lovingly sucked our combined juices from the purple head. I managed to bring my arms up and pulled the foreskin back to lick around the rimmed head of Reggie's huge black cock. I looked up to see his smiling face as he watched my sweat covered body showing my appreciation for what he had done to me. I sucked Reggie's cock until he was hard again. He rolled over onto his back and told me to mount him and ride his cock. I could not raise myself high enough on my knees to straddle his cock. It was too long! Finally, I was able to slide down the entire length and make the black tool disappear inside my tummy. It was so large I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. My orgasms all blended together. The room swirled around and around until I passed out. When I came to, Reggie was gone. I lay on the bed with Bob shaking me by the shoulders.