straponsissy's blog Profile | Galleries | Favorites | Fanbase | Clubs | Comments | Blog Barbara Reconnects with Black Lover  Barbara and I liked to play games, her going to a bar and getting hit on by other men while I watch and then when she has them all worked up and thinking they’re going to get lucky, I move in and she introduces me as her husband and the men usually bug off pretty quickly. By then, both of us are usually pretty worked up and excited and we go back to our house and have hot and steamy sex while talking about and imagining what it might have been like for her to actually leave with the men that were hitting on her and what they would do. I had a series of business meetings in a town from our home and I told my wife I could get a hotel room and stay there instead of driving back and forth every day if she wanted to come along. The hotel had a pool and a spa and sauna which she loves so she quickly agreed, Besides, I told her it might be a great opportunity for us to play our little bar game and she liked that idea as well since it always ended with hot sex. The first day of my conference, I told her that after my meetings were over for the day that I would meet her at the bar of a nice restaurant that we had discovered the first night we checked in. She quickly agreed and as planned I headed to the restaurant after my meetings were over for the day. However I got there later than we had planned due to a lot of traffic and an accident on the highway. I didn’t think it would be that big a deal, but little did I know the impact that my delay would have on our lives. I got to the restaurant a little over a half hour after I was supposed to and when I entered the cocktail lounge, I scanned the room for my wife and found her sitting at the other end of the bar beside a well-dressed rather large black gentleman. He appeared to be about our age, taller than me, and he was significantly heavier than me with a thick neck, broad shoulders, and very dark nearly coal black skin. Barbara always had a thing for muscular well-built men, I realized right away that I might be in trouble if he had been white, but I knew that my wife’s parents were definitely racists and I just assumed that my wife must be too. On a few occasions when I kidded about the way she would be looking at a big strong handsome black man, she insisted that she wasn’t attracted to black men and she even sometimes used racial slurs when with her parents and they all seemed to have a good laugh when she did it, so I was a little surprised to see her playing “our game” with a black man that night. The game went like this. She would arrive at a bar without me and chat it up with other men that might be at the bar and then I would come in and pick her up before things got too out of hand. I usually tried to show up twenty minutes after her and that was the plan tonight but my arrival had been delayed by almost an hour. The bartender returned with my beer and handed me a menu. He took my credit card to start a tab and left while I tried to make eye contact with my wife in the mirror behind the bar, but I could see that she and the black man beside her were deeply engrossed in conversation. Eventually she acknowledged my presence with a discrete smile and a subtle nod, but I couldn’t help noticing that she quickly turned her attention back to the black man. It was a strange greeting and I wondered if she was upset because I was so late and the fact that I hadn't called, or text messaged her because I feared it might ruin our ruse. I quickly finished my beer and ordered a second as well as a plate of wings and a shot of bourbon. I could tell by the look in Barbara's pretty face that she had a bit of a buzz on already. The black man seemed to have her undivided attention and he was also very touchy feely which somewhat unnerved me but given what I felt were her racial views, I was sure I was just imagining what I felt was a special chemistry between them. I saw his hand brush against my wife's and noticed that she smiled brightly and laughed as he held her gaze. I was used to her getting hit on because it happened a lot. She always dressed sexy when she went out, with tight, low-cut dresses that accentuated the generous curve of her somewhat fat ass and natural 38DD breasts. Her flirtatious, bubbly and outgoing personality was at times the bane of my existence Barbara loved to flirt with good looking men to try to make me jealous, but when she flashed her big diamond ring at her admirers, that usually sent them on their way when they felt like they no longer had a chance at getting into her panties. This time however, my wife had locked her ring in our hotel room safe as part of our role playing but even if she'd had it, from the looks of things, I doubt she'd have sent him packing. It was evident from her body language that she was enjoying his company even though he was black. I couldn't hear most of what they were saying over the loud music in the club, though some words and phrases did make it through. "You're so bad," my wife laughed and giggled in response his comment. Her bottom lip curled into her mouth, and she chewed nervously on it as she teased and twirled several strands of her blond hair in her right hand. Her cheeks looked pink and flushed and she gazed at him with a troubling glimmer in her dazzling blue eyes. I was surprised that I didn't feel more jealous or upset watching Barbara flirt with another man while ignoring me, but I wasn't a particularly jealous person. Instead, the truth was that I was oddly excited by it, and I watched them with wide eyed interest. His fingers brushed the back of my wife's hand and then traveled slowly up her forearm. I could see goosebumps on her exposed flesh and my pulse quickened. I felt a familiar tingling between my legs, and I felt my penis growing in my jeans. We had sometimes joked about having a threesome, but we were at odds with what gender the third party should be. Like most men I wanted two women while she, being very straight, preferred a two guy minagawa and we both had agreed that it was probably best to just fantasize rather than risk our marriage on a night of passion. "Let's dance Barbara," I heard the black man say as he rose to his feet. He was taller than I'd thought, and I laughed at the 15-inch difference between my curvaceous 5'1" wife and his hulking 6'6" frame. There weren't a lot of men who made me, at nearly 6' tall, feel small but he was one of them. He was built like an NFL Lineman, and he had arms like my legs and his legs were like tree trunks. "Sure, that’s a great idea," I heard my wife say eagerly. She had always loved to dance. She and I had met at a dance club when I was still technically married to my first wife, and she was still dating her ex-boyfriend. I watched as the black man led her onto the crowded dance floor and I watched them for a moment over my shoulder before paying my bill and heading to the bathroom. I furtively eyed him as I walked past but I avoided eye contact with my sexy, full-bodied wife. She'd been thick and curvy when we met, and she'd gained several more well placed pounds giving her an accentuated shape that I adored. I couldn’t miss the fact that the black man rested his ebony hands on my wife’s wide hips as they danced to the heavy bass of the trendy dance music. I walked out of the restroom and scanned the dance floor. It was easy to spot my wife's giant dance partner because his head was above the crowd. They had moved from the well-lit front of the floor to a dark corner where their actions were somewhat hidden but I found a seat with a clear view of them and sat down. I watched as the black man’s hands moved up and down my pretty wife's curves as they gyrated to the beat. They turned slowly as if on a turntable giving me an even clearer view of their raw sensual dance moves and my eyes widened. Barbara's big taut nipples were now clearly visible through her tight red dress. Her hands mimicked his and roamed over his muscular body as her hips and ass swayed and thrust to the pounding bass. They both had rhythm, something I definitely lacked, and they danced very well together. He spun my wife around, so her ass was against his crotch and his hands moved up her body to her big beautiful breasts. Her eyes were half closed and her fat, juicy ass ground subtly against him. I felt my first pang of jealousy as I saw his black hands pawing at my wife's big tits. I was getting upset and wanted to march onto the dance floor and end her charade, but I didn't. The truth was that I couldn't. My legs were heavy and unwilling to move my penis was stiff, keeping me planted in my seat. My wife was facing him again. Her neck craned back, and she looked up into his eyes as she shamelessly ground her wide body against his. Her small hands clutched at his back as his big paws openly kneaded her fleshy ass and my fists began to clench where they started to ache. My heart was racing as if I'd just finished a marathon and my eyes were wide and unblinking. I couldn't believe what I was seeing but I couldn't look away. I was acutely aware of my rigid penis straining and throbbing against the zipper of my jeans and I gasped when I saw the black man bend down and press his lips against hers. Her back was pressed against the wall of the club and her legs were about shoulder width apart. Her already short skirt was hiked up to the point of obscenity and her open mouth was mashed tightly against his. Her fingers raked down his back and his big leg was between hers. I could see that she was rubbing her panty clad pussy against his muscular thigh as I watched in a daze. It was surreal, like a dream, someplace between a nightmare and a fantasy. I had on a few occasions wondered what it would be like to watch Barbara with another man, I'd never expected it to happen and never ever with a black man, and watching it happen was unbelievable. My hand brushed across my turgid manhood, and I bit my lip to stifle a low moan. My penis was as hard as it had ever been in my life, and I discretely rubbed it as I watched Barbara make out with a man, she'd just met a few hours before. They kissed and groped for what seemed like an eternity. Barbara was clearly worked up and turned on as she rubbed her body against him like a bitch in heat. Her hands moved down between them, and I saw her smile get bigger when I saw her grab and squeeze his cock through the Italian silk of his suit pants. I saw him smile and lean in and whisper something in her ear and I saw her shake her head affirmatively and then they walked briskly back to the bar as I sat paralyzed by my hard pulsating penis. I saw the black man drop several big bills on the bar and then lead Barbara past me and towards the door. Her pretty eyes met mine for a fleeting moment and a lump formed in my chest. She definitely had a distant, far away expression on her face, and then they were gone. I adjusted my fast-wilting penis and followed them out of the club onto the city street. They were about 100 feet to my left and I matched their pace, keeping them in sight but out of earshot. They turned down an alley and they were just entering a parking garage when I made the turn into the alley. My pace quickened and I trotted quickly to the door. I saw them arrive at his car, a late model BMW SUV, and I crept silently closer while staying out of sight. I heard a sound and then realized that it was the sound of his zipper going down and it echoed in the mostly empty garage. As I strained to look, I saw the back of his head over his car and noticed that his eyes were closed. I ducked behind a car and peered towards them, and I saw my wife stoop in front of him. Her mouth was agape, and his cock jutted from the fly of his pants. I could see from where I was that he certainly had a very big impressive cock with a thick brown shaft and a bulbous pinkish tip. It looked huge and I knew that it had to be at least ten or more inches, certainly a lot bigger than my maybe 3 inches and that was only when it was hard. I could see that my wife’s eyes fluttered with excitement as she kissed her way up and down his shaft. She dragged her tongue along his shaft and then slid her open mouth from the circumcised head to his big balls as he moaned softly and opened her mouth and eased her lips down his shaft. Her white hands gripped the base of his prodigious cock, and she stroked him methodically as her head bobbed in time with her hands. I moved behind a car that was closer and heard his voice say “Oh fuck Barbara," he gasped in a deep baritone. "You always did really suck a mean cock." He placed his hands on the sides of my wife's head and guided her movements, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth with each stroke. My wife choked and gagged when his cock touched the back of her throat. She gasped for air, and he released his grasp even though she moved back and let his cock fall from her lips, I could see that she was looking up at him with a ravenous hunger in her eyes. Her mascara was smeared, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Saliva dripped from her chin and her bountiful breasts heaved as she breathed deep and heavy. "I need you to fuck me, I need that big black cock in me" Barbara said breathlessly. She rose to her feet and kissed him hard. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, and she stroked his big black cock. I'd been kissed like that by her countless times. Her kisses were even better than her blow jobs. She put everything into them, and I felt like I'd just been kicked in the gut as I watched them make out like a pair of teenagers. He pushed the top of her dress down and pulled out her big, heavy tits. His dark skin contrasted with her alabaster breasts, and he squeezed her nipples hard making her yelp and squeal in pleasure and pain. He turned my wife around, and she grabbed hold of the back bumper of his car. My eyes widened as I realized that he was bareback, but my wife played no attention and just pushed her juicy ass back at him, sinking his cock balls deep without hesitation. "Oh, fuck yes," she hissed loudly. Her eyes closed, an expression of pure bliss danced on her lips. He started to thrust, and my wife panted wantonly. Her body pushed back to meet his powerful thrusts. "That black cock feels so good… I can't believe I'm actually doing this." The black man said nothing. His hands gripped my wife's wide hips, and he fucked her hard and fast. Her head thrashed from side to side and her body quivered and quaked as she was having orgasm after orgasm. I'd seen her cum hundreds of times, but I never thought I would see her cum this many times at the hands of another man, much less a black man who she hardly knew(?). My wife slumped forward and continued to pant and moan. "Why am I doing this?" I heard her say...the she cried out. "Why do I like this so much?" Her voice betrayed the depths of her excitement, and her body shook from another series of hard climaxes. He still said nothing. He pounded Barbara relentlessly. The loud sound of his hips and cum filled balls slapping against her big round ass echoed in the garage and drowning out her urgent please to fuck her harder. Finally, I heard him say "You love this big black cock don't you Barbara?" He slowed his pace and grabbed her long hair, lacing the fingers of his right hand into her blond locks, as he squeezed her fat ass with his left. "Yes, yes I do.....I love your big black cock." Her eyes opened and she looked back at him wistfully. Her body writhed sensuously, and she clutched at her huge tits. "You always loved this black cock, didn’t you Barbara," he said playfully. "Mmm hmmm, oh yes…YES!" My head cocked to one side, and I replayed his question and her reply in my head. I always thought of my wife and her family as pretty strong racists, and I'd been shocked to even see her sitting at a bar talking to a black guy but suddenly my world had been turned upside down. I thought back to the bar and I realized that their interactions had been far too familiar and intimate for strangers who'd just met. And then I remembered him saying “you always did suck a mean cock, Barbara” and I knew this was no stranger. His fingers were running up her forearm now and she was gazing into his dark eyes and seemed to hang on his every word. "I know what else you love, Barbara," His hips jerked hard and deep, feeding every inch of his big cock into her, and I saw her face contort. "Ummmmm yes, you know me so well, Nate," my wife replied in a low raspy tone. She closed her eyes and savored his deep thrusts. "You always knew what I needed, and you always gave it to me. Give it to me now Nate, please Baby. Give me that hot black nigger seed. I need it. It's been way too long since I’ve felt that nigger cum deep inside of me!" At that moment, hearing that, I had a deep feeling of fear and dread. A foreboding pit formed in my belly, but I continued to rub my hard penis through my jeans with unabashed desire. My breathing labored and my cum began to boil despite my intense reservations. All of a sudden, I began to panic. Barbara had never been on the pill because I'd had a vasectomy years before we'd met, and I wondered where exactly she was in her cycle while being fucked bareback and talking about taking this guy’s nigger cum in her. He pounded deep but slow, ramming every inch of his huge cock into my wife's pussy as he held her hair and ass tight. She grunted loudly with each thrust and her body quivered. "Beg for it, Barbara," His deep voice echoed off the cold concrete walls. “I want to hear you beg for it!” "Please....give it to me Nate" Her voice trembled and dripped with unquenchable thirst. "Please give me that nigger cum. Shoot it deep inside me, fill me up with it like you used to do. Please Nate!" Her painted red nails dug hard into her doughy tits, and she twisted her taut nipples as she breathed deep and steady. "Tell me what you are, Barbara," He had a strong presence and a deep commanding tone that resonated inside of me. My hands were shaking, and my balls tightened. "I'm a black cock slut, Nate," my wife groaned. "I was your black cock slut before, and that’s all I want to be again. I want to be your black cock slut, that’s what I am. You know that and that’s what I'll always be…. Your black cock slut but no one else’s! I love taking that nigger seed in my hot pussy… I missed it so much…I need it Nate. Please give it to me!" Her eyes closed as she slumped forward in submission. Her legs trembled and his pace quickened. His body slapped hard into hers and his breathing deepened. "Okay Barbara, here it comes Baby. There's no turning back now." He released her hair and grabbed her hips. He buried his cock balls deep and grunted. “Take all of my nigger cum in your married white pussy!” Barbara’s body shook and I heard her voice say "Oh fuck yes Nate, I feel it shooting in me, coating my insides…I love it. Oh gawd, I love that nigger cum in me Baby and I want lots more of that nigger cum in me, I want lots of it from now on. Please Nate, say you’ll give me that nigger cum all the time" Her face beamed and her eyes fluttered about. I passed the point of no return and my penis erupted into my pants. I clenched my teeth to silence my moans and emptied my balls pumping an epic load which soaked through my boxer briefs and my jeans. My head was spinning, and I felt dirty, disgusting and humiliated in the aftermath of my orgasm. My wife let his spent cock slip from her gaping fertile womb, and she turned to face him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him down to her. Their lips met in a warm, wet kiss and she cooed softly. "Thank you, Nate, oh thank you Baby," Barbara said quietly. "I'm so glad I ran into you tonight." "Yes Barb, that certainly was fortuitous," he said as he tucked her big tits into her dress and smoothed it over her hips making her appearance presentable before he stuffed his big flaccid cock into his suit pants. "I love you Nate.....I always have. The biggest mistake I ever made was letting my parent's racism affect who I married and make me abort our baby. I could have married you and we could have had lots of black babies by now, lots and lots of black babies. I would have made you keep me filled with that nigger cum all the time. I would have been so proud for everyone to know that I was your black cock slut Nate, so proud! I’m just so thankful that my husband didn’t show up early for our date night tonight or I may never have run into you." She giggled and kissed him again and again. A tear formed in my eye, and I ducked out of sight. My mind was reeling, and I slipped away without notice as I fought to reconcile what I'd seen and heard. My wife had professed her love for another man, and I felt devastated. She also said that she and that man had fucked plenty of times before, and that she had gotten pregnant with his baby and her parents wouldn’t let her marry him and made her get an abortion or she would have had lots of black babies with this man. I’d always felt I had a strong connection to her and that she was my soulmate, and only my soulmate, I realized then that I was wrong and that I likely was never hers. I drove to our hotel in silence with my head spinning. I didn't want to lose her, but from what I saw and heard, I didn't think I had a choice. I heard her tell him that she loved him and that she wanted his nigger cum in her all the time, so where did that leave me? I was a total mess when I went back to the hotel room. I broke down and cried and cried until I didn’t think I had any more tears to shed. It was at least two hours later that the hotel door opened and Barbara sauntered in with a wide, satisfied smile. She looked gorgeous. She looked radiant and she had a glow about her that I had never seen before. As I looked at her, nothing that I'd seen and heard earlier didn't change my feelings about that. I'd spent the previous two hours crying and wrestling with my thoughts and all I'd figured out was that I didn't want to lose her and that I would do whatever it took to save my marriage. "Well Dean, did you enjoy the show," she said lifting her tight dress over her head and exposing her bare nakedness to my wide, eager eyes. She didn’t have her bra or panties on so I could see her entire body. “I saw you watching the whole thing, Nate and I at the bar, us dancing, and I saw you in the parking garage, so I know that you saw everything." “I…I… yes I did Barbara," I replied sheepishly. My cheeks warmed and my heart started to race anew. I could see that she had bite marks and bruises on her big tits and her labia looked raw and red, and it was still wet, and juices were leaking from her. She reeked of sex, a mix of sperm and pussy odor permeated the room, and my nostrils started to flare. "I knew that you would like it," my wife giggled as she looked hard into my eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes had been the very first thing that I'd noticed about her the night that we met, even before her bodacious body and before her tight "Clowns are Scary" tee shirt. "Do you want to fuck me now, Dean?" It was a rhetorical question. She knew my answer. She had known the answer before asking the question. She'd known it before she had walked through the door and she had likely known it before she fucked him. She'd always known me better than I knew myself. "Yes Barbara....please.... but I know that I can never compare myself to him" welcoming her into my arms as she guided me onto the big king sized bed. She pressed her supple lips against me and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I knew that I was tasting his cum and could smell his odor still on her, but I didn't care. My penis throbbed and I moved to guide it to the warm frothy mouth of her well fucked pussy. My hips rose from the bed and my penis brushed against her cunt lips, but she just giggled and pulled back. "Oh no, not yet Dean. There's something you definitely need to do first to show me you understand and accept the things that happened tonight." I knew what she wanted, and my stomach started to churn. Shortly after we were married, she began insisting that I go down on her after we fucked and at first, I hated it and found it repulsive. I knew that she liked it so I'd learned to deal with it and truthfully, over time I'd started to like it and enjoy the taste. "Okay Barbara, I’ll do it" I said submissively. I always seemed to gravitate more towards the submissive end of the spectrum, and she knew I would do anything to please her. "Enjoy the taste, cause there’s a lot in there for you," she said in a low breathy tone. She pushed me down on my back, swung her legs over my body and moved up until her pussy was directly over my face and then she lowered her still randy cunt onto my lips. My stomach wretched, not from the smell or taste but from the knowledge I was licking another man's cum, a black man’s cum from my wife's pussy. I wasn't gay or bisexual. I had no desire to touch a cock or taste another man's cum, but I wanted, as always, to do anything and everything to please my wife. My mouth opened wide, and my tongue sank into her creamy depths and I felt the thick juices begin to run out. It was a lot thicker, and it tasted saltier and tangier than when I ate my own cum, but it was an oddly pleasant flavor and I started to get into it. I heard her moan and felt her hips begin to undulate on my mouth and large amounts of their combined juices drained into my eager mouth. My tongue flicked across her clit and her legs began to shake. "That’s it, Dean, that’s it, suck it, Piggy," she hissed firmly. She had begun calling me her little Piggy when she first began making me eat it. She seemed to get off on humiliating me as much as I craved being humiliated and sometimes our games spilled from the bedroom into the real world. Like the time recently when she put a dog collar around my neck and took me to a sex shop in the city where she had me pick out a strap on for her to fuck me with... she'd only pegged me a few times since then, but we had both liked it a lot. My excitement built quickly, and my little penis throbbed and twitched. The rough surface of my tongue worked her hard clit and her body writhed over me as she came for that first time. Her juices and his, significant cum load soaked my face and she moved forward while straddling my head, getting her hypersensitive clit away from my insistent tongue as her climax ebbed. She reached back, pulled her big, soft, dimpled ass cheeks apart before shifting her position and letting me lap at her sensitive sphincter. She loved it when I licked her asshole, and I loved doing it. I pushed my tongue inside her ass, she ground it onto my face. Her fat ass made it difficult to breathe but I liked that too. I licked my lips when she climbed off my soiled face. Cum and her juices coated my flesh and soaked my hair. My head was spinning, and I licked my lips savoring their taste. She slid down my body, rubbing her soaking wet pussy on my smooth flesh and leaving a snail track on my body. When my penis rubbed against her, her warm cunt lips parted, and my little penis slipped effortlessly inside her recently stretched wide open and well fucked pussy. Knowing that I was getting sloppy seconds or maybe even thirds, made my excitement spiral as I struggled to feel anything. She was so stretched that I could barely feel the sides of her cunt and her ass bounced hard on me and she clutched at her big, bruised titties. "Cum for me Piggy, I want you to shoot that watery little load of cum in me" she said as she slammed her big, curvaceous body onto my little penis and rubbed her needy clit. Her pretty eyes rolled back, and her body quivered. “Oh, fuck yes," she groaned as she came hard. Her pussy, even though it was stretched wide, clutched at my little dickie, milking it until I exploded inside of her. It was an intense and powerful climax and it felt like the head of my penis had shot off while every drop of cum had emptied from my balls. She collapsed on top of me with my spent penis still inside of her sated womb. She kissed me tenderly and looked deep into my sad blue eyes. “What’s wrong, Dean?” "I…um….I….well, did…um…. did you really mean what I heard you tell him Barbara? The, um, the part about loving him?" I didn't really want to hear the answer, but I knew that I had to know where I stood. "You mean, do I love him, Dean? Is that what you’re asking?" "Yes," I said as my breath caught in my chest. "I’m not sure. I really did love him with all my heart, but that was a long time ago," she said softly. “He was the first man I ever had sex with, and I was only 15 when it started. We dated in secret for two years after that and he taught me all that I know about sex that cock of his...it was and still is so wonderful. When I was 17 and in 11th grade, I got pregnant with his black baby. You’ve met my parents. They are racists and they went nuts. They insisted I get an abortion and we moved here so I could start in a new school and get away from Nate my dad told him that if he ever came near me again, he would send the Klu Klux Klan to kill him... and his family. My dad was active in the Klan back then and he might have done it and Nate knew it too so that was that. I got the abortion, and we moved here, and I finished school and went on to college. I didn’t date anyone for several years and then only a few men before I met you and the rest is history. I didn’t think that I’d ever see Nate again but when he walked in that restaurant tonight, I immediately recognized him, and he recognized me, and as soon as I saw him, I knew that I had to have his cock again. If you hadn’t been late and showed up on time, and he would have walked in, it wouldn’t have mattered that you were there. I would have told you to leave, nothing could have stopped me from having Nate’s cock and his nigger cum in me again. I’m sorry to have to tell you all of this Dean but it’s all true. I told you I’m not sure if I love Nate, but I am sure that I love you, and that’s what makes all of this so complicated. Nate’s married, has children, doesn’t want to leave his wife, but on the way back here he told me that he wanted to keep on seeing me and I agreed. "So where exactly does that leave us Barbara?" I asked nervously. "I guess that’s ultimately going to be up to you. We could be in the same place we've always been if you’re okay with me continuing to see Nate too," my wife replied. She kissed me again and squeezed my hand. "He doesn’t want to leave his wife and child, but he says he still loves me, especially the sex with me and I love that too, but I told him that I love you and want both of you in my life, but I guess what happens next depends on you. Nate lives halfway between here and our little town and travels a lot for business. It will be easy for him to come to me or for me to come to him so he can fuck me as often as he can arrange, which he said could be two or three times a week, maybe more some weeks. You have to understand Dean, that Nate was my first so he will get first dibs on whenever he can meet and fuck me, otherwise our marriage will be unchanged. Can you handle that?" I inhaled deeply and looked at her radiant face and gorgeous blue eyes. My arms wrapped around her thick waist and I squeezed her tight. Our lips met in a deep wet kiss and our tongues entwined. "I can, but what about the risk of pregnancy Barbara? I saw him fucking you bareback and that was okay for me because I’ve been snipped. Will you make him wear a condom if I agree?” “Oh Dean, you bring up a good point, I have to tell you that Nate cannot wear condoms, he never could because he has a latex allergy so I already know the answer to that” “Well then, you would have to go on the pill” Dean was shocked at her response. “Look Dean, it sounds to me like you’re trying to put conditions on what I want and you’re trying to find ways to make this situation with Nate not work out and if that’s it, that tells me that you don’t really want this to work, so I’m sorry Dean, but even though I love you, if you make me pick between you and Nate’s big black cock and all the pleasure I get from it, then I will have to leave you and be available to him whenever he wants!” I was shocked and tried to think of something to say and just started throwing things out there. “Look Barbara, please don’t do that. You know that I love you and want you to be happy more than anything in the world. Of course, you can fuck with Nate as often as you like, but I’m just concerned that if you continue to let him fuck you bareback, you’ll end up getting pregnant with his black baby again. You even said that your parents are racists and they made you abort Nate’s baby before, and what do you think they would do if you became pregnant again?” “I’ve already thought about that Dean, and you’re right that it is very likely to happen because I love the feeling of Nate’s nigger cum inside me and there’s a side of me that feels that maybe I owe him a baby since I let my parents convince me to abort his baby that first time. And if, no it will be WHEN, I end up pregnant with his baby, we’ll tell my parents it’s your baby inside of me, and they won’t find out the baby is black until the baby is born and there will be nothing they can do about it then. Sure, they’ll likely disown me, but who cares, we don’t need anything from them. And I know you Dean, I know you could never hold something like that against a baby and that I can count on you to raise Nate’s black baby just like it was your own. That’s just one of the many things I love about you Dean, but I also know it’s up to you. If I’m wrong and you can’t live with that, then I’ll leave, but you should be aware that I will be having Nate’s black babies anyway, and I’ll just have to figure out how to raise them without you!” “But Barbara, you just said “babies” not just one baby. Does that mean you intend to let Nate knock you up multiple times?” “I don’t know Dean; I really don’t know. I know he was married to his first wife for almost five years and she had three of his children and he’s been married to his second wife for a little over six years and he’s gotten her pregnant five times in those six years. We both know how potent his semen must be and I know that I love taking Nate’s big black cock and cum inside of me and have no intention of stopping after delivering just one baby. So yes, it’s likely that I may get pregnant with more of his black babies over time. I’ve always wanted a big family and we both know that all you shoot is blanks, you will never be able to give what I really want. I guess that means if you stay, there’s a good, no, there’s a VERY good possibility that you’ll end up raising several of black babies, but I also know how much you love my pussy and how much you’re going to enjoy eating all that nigger cum out of me and who knows, maybe if you do a good enough job, I won’t get pregnant. I don’t think you’ll mind sticking that little penis of yours in my well fucked pussy whenever you like. That’s right Dean, my black cock slut pussy will be available for you any time you want to lick it and fuck it. I think, no, I KNOW that you will love that, just like you love me. So, what do you say Dean, are you okay with me getting together with Nate a couple of times a week to give him this married white pussy to use as his cum dump? That’s what he said I’d be, Dean, a black man’s cum dump and I kind of like that title.” Like many people who dabble it fetish lifestyles I knew of the cuckold/hotwife dynamic, but I'd never truthfully pictured myself as a cuckolded husband. But after watching Barbara with Nate and the wild uninhibited sex they had and then the fun we had afterwards, I told her that I was more than willing to give it a try. "Good.....I’m going to see him every day and night until we leave on Thursday and I'm gonna take advantage of getting all the big black cock and nigger cum I can. And who knows, Nate might even knock me up during that time!" Hearing that, my little penis shot out a load on the bed without it even being touched. I rolled towards her and spooned up behind her as she turned off the lights. My head was filled with the erotic images of Barbara fucking and sucking her big black lover and my tongue cleaning her up afterwards, knowing that I was eating a black man’s sperm out of her, and I felt my little penis stir and she did too. "I’m glad you’re excited Dean.... you'll have to wait until my pussy is full of nigger cum again.... But don’t you worry about that, I plan on it being filled to the brim for you all the time we’re here and maybe Nate will even allow you to watch and clean up afterwards. And I do mean clean up both up, Dean! Truth is that I’ve always wanted to see you with another man’s cock in your mouth I bet Nate would love to be the one to teach you how to suck since he’s the one that taught me to suck cock and you have always said I’m a great cocksucker, and you can be one too! ############################################# The first evening after he first found out about Nate, Dean got back to the hotel room after his meetings, and he found that Barbara wasn’t there. She hadn’t really said much to him this morning and he could tell that she was deep in thought. He went downstairs of the hotel and looked around the bar and the pool but no Barbara. He went back up to the room and looked for a note, but there was none. Dean wasn’t sure what he should do so he tried calling Barbara’s cell phone, but no one answered and after several attempts to reach her by phone, he texted Barbara but still didn’t hear back from her and he was beginning to get upset and worried. He knew deep down inside that she had to be with Nate. All of a sudden, he heard his phone chime to let him know that he had received a text message and when Dean went to open the message, he saw that it was a video and his heart began to beat faster and his body broke out in a cold sweat. The video was dark at first but as the light got better, he saw Barbara’s face come into view. That’s when he heard the deep voice that he now knew was Nates’ say, “Go on Barbara, tell your hubby what cha been doin all day.” The video then zoomed in on Barbara’s face. Dean was shocked when he saw Barbara. She had what looked to be the remnants of makeup, eyeliner and mascara, all smeared and her face was covered in thick white cum that Dean knew was Nate’s potent semen. Barbara looked at the camera and smiled, before saying “Hi Dean, Nate and I met up shortly after you left this morning and he has been giving me exactly what I needed. He’s fucked me and shot his nigger cum inside of me four times so far shot his cum in my mouth, all over my face twice, the last time being right before this video. I know I told you I wasn’t sure if I really loved him, and while that’s still the case, the one thing I do know is true is the fact I do love his big black cock and the feel and taste of his nigger cum...I have to keep on getting it, I just have to continue to do that now that I finally found him again after all these years, Dean. I missed it so much for all those years, and I missed the chance to carry his black baby and have it and him, in my life, all because of my racist parents. Nate wants to plant his black babies in me Dean, and I want to have his babies, as many as he wants, but I also want you, Dean. I know that I love you and want to stay together but Nate says he doesn’t think that’s possible. He says that he doesn’t think that any real man could stay together with a wife like me, one that will be constantly fucking the black cock of her lover, getting pregnant with his black babies. He says the only way that would ever work is if that man loves her unequivocally and is willing to be a true cuckold husband and doesn’t care that everyone will know it, and he says that he doesn’t really believe there’s any way a real man would put up with that! “I disagreed with him honey and told him that he doesn’t know you like I know you, then again, maybe he is right, but I sure hope not. That’s why Nate and I both want you to think about that Dean, really think about it, and when he brings me back to the hotel tonight, Nate wants to come in and officially meet you and hear the answer directly from you and I need to hear that too, Dean. Dean, I will understand if you decide you can’t handle the shame and humiliation that might come when everyone knows that your wife is a black cock slut, a black man’s cum dump and his breeding mare. That’s what I am Dean, and you need to understand that is not going to change. But like I told you last night, I think you’ll love the fact that if you agree to be my little cucky hubby, that you can stick that little white penis of yours inside me any time you want and of course, you’ll always have to lick me clean and try to get every drop of Nate’s cum out of me after he fucks me, but I really don’t think you will mind any of that and actually I'm pretty sure you will love it. Oh, we talked about what you and I talked about last night regarding you watching us when we fuck sometimes and being our clean up boi too Dean, and while he’s not opposed to that, and he even said that he likes the idea of teaching you to suck cock like he did for me, he said that he would really want to wait to see that you’re not just saying that you’re okay with everything and then changing your mind. Nate certainly doesn’t want to get shot by some cuckold husband that gets jealous, so that will have to wait until you and he talk Nate is satisfied you’re really okay with everything, but I’m excited just thinking about the three of us together with you being a full participant and I know that you would never do anything like shooting anyone. So Dean, Nate and I need to hear back from you, and we want to give you time to think and besides, he and I have some more fucking to do before he brings me back, but we need to know if it’s okay for him to come to the room with me so we can all talk this thing out like adults and discuss just what all this means and of course, he needs to be convinced that you really want to do it and can handle becoming our cuckold. Please think about it Dean, just think about it for a little while and then text me back in the next hour or so if you're willing for us to meet. I bet your little penis is going to be so hard while you think about your answer. Remember Baby, if you agree, you will be eating Nate’s nigger cum out of this pussy that I know you love, I know how much you are going to love eating my pussy when it’s full of his thick nigger cum all the time, and don’t forget to think about the fact that you can stick that little penis in me whenever you want! All you have to do is convince Nate that you are sincere and agree, that’s all Baby. Please don’t let me down Dean. I love you so much but like I told you, if I have to decide between staying with you or getting Nate’s big cock all the time, I already know I need Nate’s big black cock more, and while I would hate to leave you, I will just have to do it.... please don’t make me have to make that decision! Just then, Dean saw Nate’s big black cock come into view. It was huge, even bigger than Dean could remember the first time that he saw it in the parking garage. He heard that deep voice again say, “Okay my black cock slut, that’s enough. It’s going to be up to Dean now as to whether he loves you enough to be our cuckold or if you're going to leave him and I’m going to have you all to myself, which is fine with me. Let's get going girl, I have another big load of nigger cum cookin up in these balls to put in that pussy of yours to try to plant me that black baby you owe me, so just tell him goodbye and let's get busy fuckin again! Dean saw Barbara’s face appear again and she said “Dean, please think about it and get back to me. It’s time for you and Nate to meet face to face if you’re going to become our cuckold and be raising his black babies in the near future. If not, then I might just as well come back to the hotel and pick up my things and move out right now tonight, no need to drag things out any longer, but whatever you decide sweetheart, please know that I will always love you! Bye!” And then the screen went blank, and the text ended. So, there it was. Dean knew that Barbara had already been taking Nate’s nigger cum in several of her holes all day and she could already be pregnant, since he wasn’t there to try to suck it out of her before Nate’s swimmers could attached to her eggs if this was her time of the month. Dean had never kept track of that since he had been snipped so he really wasn’t sure, but he felt that it was probably just his luck this could really be that time of the month for Barbara. Dean knew he had some serious thinking to do. He already didn’t like Nate, but he also knew that Barbara made it clear that he would lose her if he didn’t agree to their terms. And if he did agree, he knew he would be eating Nate’s cum out of his wife all the time from then on, but he also knew full well that he did love to eat her pussy, and besides, Barbara also told him that he could stick his penis in her anytime he wanted. Dean was thinking that Nate might eventually veto that, and to further humilate Dean, put his small penis in a steel chastity cage. Or, maybe have Dean's balls totally removed and make him a castrated eunuch. Barbara also told Dean that Nate wanted to make him a black cocksucker, and to suck cock as well as she did. Dean was actually looking forward to that as well. Dean was thinking too that if Nate wanted him to be a cocksucker, then Nate might want to fuck his ass, and maybe even start sharing him with other Black Men. He felt his penis stirring in his pants and knew that he had a “hard” decision to make in the next hour or so and that it would affect his marriage and his life from then on. Dean had a real dilemma before him and he didn’t have a lot of time to decide.     Posted on : May 20, 2024     Add Comment sh3270 Comments: 64 Commented on Jan 31, 2025 Amazing story. love how she planned on having his black baby   sh3270 Comments: 64 Commented on Jan 31, 2025 Amazing story. love how she planned on having his black baby