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I know it wasn’t my husband Alan who put me in my present condition, but I hold him responsible. It was Alan who insisted that we take in a lodger to help with the mortgage and it was Alan who insisted on the lodger being a male.
Our lodger turned out to be a twenty year old foreign exchange student attending the local university from England named Jamal, who was black. It was also Alan who decided to have a vasectomy two years before following the birth of our second c***d; otherwise, I would have been on the pill.
It all started when Alan came dashing down the stairs one morning, blurting out, “God! You should have seen what I’ve just saw! He’s the answer
to a nymphomaniac’s prayers!” Alan went on to tell me that he’d just seen Jamal naked in the bathroom. Alan said that Jamal had the biggest cock he’d ever seen. “I bet he’d make you eyes water!” said Alan. “He’d have you on your knees begging for more.” Little did Alan know just how prophetic he was.
Alan had often said how much he’d like to see me being fucked by another man. I’d never thought he was serious before and always laughed it off. Even though he never said, I think he was envisioning me fucking Jamal. However, when Alan said he’d get a pack of condoms to have handy, he had me worried.
I’m thirty-five with two c******n. We’d been married seven years; it was a
shotgun wedding. In that time, I could have given Alan his wish
many times, as I’d had lots of offers. I have nice long legs, and a
good figure (34C-25-34); my breast are still firm enough that I don’t need to wear a bra; I have a full bush that is trimmed at the bikini line for swim suit season. I stand 5’4 with brown hair and brown eyes. Despite all temptations, I stayed faithful.
As the semester was coming to an end, Jamal enquired about hosting a party for a few of his friends to celebrate. Alan and I agreed. Alan took this as an opportunity to fulfill his fantasy. He hinted he wanted me to dress up for the party and see what happened. Against my better judgment, I allowed Alan to take me shopping where he bought me a tight, black, mini-skirt and a fancy white, practically see-through blouse. He also insisted on buying sheer, black-seamed stockings, tiny black briefs, and one of those fancy black garter belts. Then it was off to buy a pair of four inch, stiletto-heeled shoes. To complete the preparations, Alan stopped at the drugstore and bought a pack of condoms.
On the way home, Alan told me that he’d overheard Jamal on the phone telling one of his friends that “he wouldn’t mind screwing his sexy landlady and described how he would love to have her long legs wrapped around his back”. Upon hearing that, my pussy tingled and my juices started to flow at the thought. The question then became, would I actually go through with this fantasy of his?
The party was a great success, and I really enjoyed the attention that the guys paid to me, much to the dismay of the young ladies in attendance.
Whether I walked or sat, my legs and tits were on constant display thanks to the outfit Alan had bought for me to wear. I was actually enjoying being the center of attention for all those handsome young men.
At the end of the evening, Alan offered to drive home those who lived furthest away. Alan whispered to me, “I’ll stay away as long as you want, just leave the bedroom light on so I know he’s with you. That way I won’t disturb you while you’re doing it. The rubbers are on the nightstand beside the bed. Don’t forget them.” Then he walked out, leaving me alone with Jamal. My mind was in a whirl, a combination of the couple glasses of wine I had had and the hot talk Alan had been feeding me about Jamal.
Jamal helped me tidy up, and then I went to my bedroom. Sure enough, there beside the bed was the pack of condoms with a note saying “Go on Jenny, enjoy yourself.” That was my moment of truth. All kinds of thoughts were racing through my head as I picked up that little carton; could I make love to Jamal? Would I? What would it feel like having another man fuck me, and a black man at that! I’d heard all the usual stuff about the enormous size of black men’s cocks. Was it true? I’d been faithful to Alan for seven years and only two other guy before we met; surely one little fling wouldn’t hurt; after all, it was Alan who wanted me to commit adultery.
After much deliberation, I finally decided: No, I must remain faithful. It was a close call, and my body trembled with the thought of what might have been: Jamal between my legs with his gigantic cock deep in my pussy. I put the condoms away, sat on the bed, and began unbuttoning my blouse. I had so nearly succumbed to my husband’s wishes.
Just then, Jamal knocked on the door. He had a very sad look on his face. I asked him what was wrong. He said his girlfriend had left with another man.
My motherly instincts took over. I had him sit on the bed beside me and I cuddled him close. That was my downfall. My mind was filled with all that Alan had said about Jamal’s big cock; my pussy tingled, and I turned to jelly between my legs, flooding my panties with my love-juices. The heat of Jamal’s body turned me on even more till I couldn’t resist it no more. I turned his face up to mine; putting my lips to his; pushing my tongue into his mouth.
Taking the hint, Jamal’s hands went into my partially open blouse and began fondling my tits. I knew I was getting very close to finding out if Alan was right about his cock. My stomach fluttered as Jamal’s hand went up my skirt. I could feel the juices flooding out of my cunt, soaking my panties. My tummy knotted up as his hand eased my legs apart; his fingers first rubbing the panties covering my pussy before sliding my panties to the side allowing his fingers to touch my very, very wet pussy.
Jamal slid my blouse off of my shoulders then lowered his lips to one of my bare breasts, sucking an erect nipple into his mouth and gently chewing it. I felt myself cumming already. I moaned and clutched his head as I parted my legs for his probing fingers. He frantically began pulling my panties off as I raised my hips off the bed to make it easier. Once my panties were off, Jamal kissed me, his eager tongue twisting around mine. As we kissed, I could feel him taking his trousers off.
Once off, he bunched my skirt up around my waist. Looking down, I nearly fainted. His black cock reared up with its gleaming knob poking from its foreskin; he was huge! As I found out later, Jamal’s cock was 10 inches and thick around as my wrist.
By this point, I was ready for sex; all thoughts of using a condom had flown from my mind as he laid me back on the bed. I reached down with my hand, feeling his length and thickness as I eased back his foreskin. He was enormous — I couldn’t get my fingers around its girth. “God!” I thought, “What have I got myself into now?”
I guided his cock in between my quivering cunt lips, first lubricating his cock with my juices before positioning his cock at the opening to my pussy. I trembled as he slowly began pushing the fat knob of his cock into me. As he was entering me, I spread my legs as I pulled them back, opening my cunt to him. As he continued sinking his cock into my pussy, my cunt lips were stretching around his girth as he was already reaching places no man had ever been before. He thrust in and out, sinking deeper into my pussy with every push until finally his entire ten inches were in me to the hilt; his balls resting on my ass.
Jamal laid on me, kissing me with his cock buried in my pussy as he allowed my pussy to adjust to his huge invader. Slowly, Jamal began withdrawing his cock and pushing back in. Soon, he was smoothly sliding his cock in and out of my wet pussy. Above the noise of my sobbing and whimpering I could hear Jamal grunting and groaning as he began fucking me with increased vigor. Soon, I exploded in my first real orgasm ever as I felt his huge club pushing
deep towards my womb. What a climax that was as I writhed under Jamal’s onslaught. Stars flashed before my eyes. I gasped and squealed as Jamal lifted my legs over his broad shoulders. I was panting as he heaved himself against me, bucking with the pure pleasure his cock was giving me.
It was fantastic having such a large, powerful cock inside me, and I felt my second climax building up in my pussy. When it hit me, I screamed and clawed at Jamal’s back. It felt as if the whole world was spinning round; it was so wonderful. Even my nipples felt as if they were on fire. Through both climax’s, Jamal continued to fuck me. Then, Jamal’s thrusting got faster; jerkier and more violent. I was sliding up and down the bed under his relentless pounding. Then his monstrous cock began to throb and jump inside me; I knew that he was about to come. He plunged hard into me once last time and I came again as I felt his hot spunk shooting out and going deep into my womb. He continued to deposit his virile seed deep inside me for what seemed like several minutes. When he finally stopped pumping, I could feel his heavy balls resting against the back of my thighs. It was then I remembered about the condoms, but it was far too late to worry by that point. And anyway, it had been a greater turn-on for me to know that I could get pregnant!
We lay together, his now semi-hard cock still inside me. I had my legs spread wide apart. I felt warm and satisfied as Jamal ran his hands over my thighs and stocking-tops up to my breasts. Our lips joined, and I sucked eagerly on his tongue as my fingers twisted through his curly hair. Soon, I felt his cock getting iron-hard inside me. It was frightening to feel the power in his cock as he stared humping into me again, driving the breath from by body with the force of his thrusts. I sobbed and sighed as I came again, my whole body throbbing and tingling as I gave myself to him totally and unconditionally. God, it was good!
Then my heart skipped a beat. We were no longer alone. Alan was standing in the doorway, his eyes bulging as he took in the scene before him; his hand a blur as he jerked off his stiff cock. He had a dreamy, stupid look on his silly face. I could see he was quite happy with the situation.
Jamal then rolled me over onto my knees and positioned my ass in the air.
With one quick thrust, he drove his cock into my oozing cunt. He’d seen Alan, and it made no difference to him. He didn’t pause a bit as he drove hard into my smoldering depths, making me gasp and arch my back. I don’t think Alan noticed that Jamal wasn’t wearing a rubber. Alan dropped to his knees and kept right on jerking off as he watched Jamal’s’ cock thrusting in and out of my gapping pussy. Jamal reach around and felt my swing tits, gently rolling and squeezing my nipples between this fingers as we fucked. I howled to another orgasm as he stiffened against me, his spunk filling my now overflowing pussy once again. My pussy made sucking, squelching noises as he rocked to and fro, his cock pistoning in and out, lubricated with our cum.
Finally, we collapsed on the bed, my cunt muscles involuntary contracting around his wilting shaft, milking the last drop of cum from his cock. Finally, Jamal’s cock disengaged from me with a liquid popping noise. We rolled over, writhing together as we kissed before coming to rest with Jamal lying beside me, gasping.
As we lay there, my hand went to his limp, sticky cock, trying to coax it back to life. I looked over at Alan, who was kneeling there with his eyes half closed and a blissful smile on his face. He was holding his limp cock, and his spunk was running down over his fingers. He’d seen everything and enjoyed it almost as much as Jamal and I. “That was great, darling. Did you enjoy it?” Alan asked with a wink. I winked back at him, and then bent down to lick Jamal’s soft cock until it started to grow hard again. The knob end looked raw and angry, and, as it burgeoned into its full-blown glory yet again. I felt joyful in the knowledge that I was about to get even more of this cock. I was already addicted.
Suddenly, Alan cried out in dismay. He finally realized that Jamal hadn’t been wearing a condom as we fucked. I’ll always remember the expression on Alan’s face as he stared at Jamal’s naked cock, which was slimy with our combined juices. I’m sure it will haunt Alan for some time, but it’s his own fault — he was the one who wanted to see Jamal fucking me.
His cock now hard and ready for more, Jamal rolled over and positioned himself between my legs. Without caring one bit, I lifted my hips and arched my back to accept Jamal’s cock back into my cunt as Alan ran out, a humbled, broken man. I felt too good to care about anything else as he sank his full length into me. As we fucked, I saw Alan come back in, and I knew everything would be all right. He had a wild look in his eyes as he jerked himself off in time with Jamal’s thrusts.
Jamal and I fucked through the night, and I didn’t even notice that Alan had crawled away and left us alone. The next morning on my way to the bathroom, I found Alan in the spare room, nursing his battered pride and a raging hard-on. I took pity on him by giving him a hand job as he fingered my oozing cunt. While holding Alan’s cock in my hand, I thought to myself how regretful it was that after seven years of fucking Alan, I never considered a cock bigger than his six inches. But now, after fucking Jamal, Alan’s cock
seemed so small and thin — and as far as I was concerned, utterly useless. Alan’s cock’s never even came close to giving me the kind of pleasure that Jamal’s could. Almost immediately, he began spunking all over my hand.
Alan and I talked it over, and I told him that if I was pregnant, I intended have the baby. He accepted it. Then I asked him if he would mind me only fucking Jamal from now on until he left to return to his country. Alan agreed, knowing he couldn’t compete with Jamal’s superior cock anyway. Alan asked if he would be allowed to watch and maybe even take a few photos with his Polaroid. I said he could if he wanted. I told him I didn’t care what he did as long as he didn’t interfere with my being fucked by Jamal.
Jamal slept with me every night for the next six months, and it was the
happiest time of my life. I didn’t even fuck Alan once during that
time. The only sex he got from me was jerking him off and an occasional blow job. He never complained though. He knew this was the only form of pleasure he would get from me.
When it was finally time for Jamal to go back home, my stomach was swollen with his c***d. It was a very tearful parting for me, but I had to stay with Alan and our two kids. I’m hoping that Jamal can return someday and provide the cock I’ve come to love so much.
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