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Went too far BBC CUck
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WENT TOO FAR Pt 1 By Fecto5641
I have always had fantasies about my wife Jill with other men, especially well hung black men. I had never shared the fantasy with my wife, but I did get turned on hearing about her previous sexual history. She had been with quite a few guys before we met but never a black man. She never expressed any interest in the idea and any time I brought up other men or threesomes, she would laugh and brush them off as being silly.
Jill is tall, almost 6 feet, and she has recently let her blond hair return to its natural light brown which contrasts nicely with her bright blue eyes. She weighs about 150 with a C-cup. Even though Jill recently turned 32, she keeps in shape by going to the gym 3 or 4 times a week. Most people would classify her as curvy. She always dresses a little provocatively without looking like a whore. Just the right amount of leg and cleavage.
I had recently began to enjoy looking at interracial porn on the Internet. The sight of a big black cock pounding a white woman was fascinating to me. I rented some DVDs with an interracial theme, but Jill never seemed to react. She would just comment on the size of the dicks and how it looked painful when they impaled the women. I decided that the thought of seeing my wife with a black man would remain a fantasy. Our sex life was great, she was up for toys, porn, basically anything we could do in the privacy of our bedroom between the two of us, so I was happy.
In my search for interracial porn on the web, I came across a couple of sites that had forums where couples could meet black men and husbands could post pictures and movies of their wives. After browsing the sites for a while, I decided to post some comments on Dark Cavern. There were quite a few people posting and it seemed completely innocent. I started by commenting on other guys wives and sharing some of my personal fantasies. Other members of the board would ask for pictures of my wife, and at first I did not post anything. We had taken some R rated pictures of her, but nothing more. Eventually, I posted some pictures with her face blurred out. She was wearing a sheer black negligee that laced up the front. I could not have imagined the rush of other guys seeing Jill in suggestive poses and commenting on them. Every chance I got that first day after posting, I would check the comments on my thread and see how many times each picture had been viewed. When I got home, I had barely gotten in the door when I lifted up Jill's skirt and had a quicky right in the kitchen.
"Whats gotten into you," She asked as I was rubbing her ass through her outfit from work.
I lied and told her,"Just seeing your ass in that tight dress made me hard as a rock."
Truth be told, I had been hard ever since I clicked the mouse to submit those pictures to Dark Cavern. Someone on the site had even photo shopped her pictures so it looked like she was fucking a black guy. As more people saw the pictures, I would get requests for more explicit pictures. At that point I didn't have any to give, but even if I did, I would not have posted them.
At Christmas Jill bought a new digital camera to take family pictures and I suggested we take some more explicit shots. I assured her I would delete them as soon as we were done. At first she was reluctant, but after a few glasses of wine, she agreed as long as they were deleted immediately. She didn't even know that I still had the others, so the thought of me being in possession of x-rated pictures of her would have thoroughly pissed her off.
I had eagerly awaited the night of our first "photo shoot." It was my birthday weekend and we had shipped our kids off to her parents. She had bought a new dress and we went out to a fancy restaurant and then to a winery. She was pretty drunk when we got home and as soon as we walked in she was on me. We were making out and she started to peel off her dress. I stopped her and went and got the camera. She immediately took to the camera. She was mugging and blowing kisses while peeling off her dress. Eventually, she was standing in front of me in nothing but a bra, panties and a garter belt with stockings. She sat down on the couch and started rubbing her clit through her panties. She moved them to the side and the camera had a straight shot at her bare pussy. She stood up and pulled her panties down. I told her to turn around and bend over, the whole time the camera was snapping away. From the rear you could see how wet her pussy had gotten and she started slipping fingers in and out. She made herself come and crawled over to me on her knees. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock. I got a couple of shots of her sucking me off before I couldn't concentrate on the camera anymore. We had one of the best sessions of sex ever and I was surprised how turned on Jill was by posing for the camera.
After we finished, it was late and Jill was still a little drunk. We went upstairs to our bedroom and right before she fell asleep she remembered the pictures.
"Did you delete the pictures from the camera?" She asked.
"No, but I will in the morning. Did you have fun posing for the pictures?" I said.
She giggled,"Actually, it really turned me on. It made me feel so dirty."
"Well, we will just have to do it again."
"You bet we will." She said excitedly.
I waited for her to go to sleep and I went down to our computer. I took the card out of the camera and downloaded all the pictures to a folder. I sent the folder to a Yahoo email account and deleted them after I checked to make sure they were all there. As I got back in bed Jill stirred and asked me what I was doing up.
"Well, I was worried about the pictures on the camera so I went to delete them."
That seemed to please her and she fell back asleep.
On Monday, as soon as I got to work I downloaded my weekend pictures from my Yahoo account onto my computer. Just looking at them made me horny as hell. I deleted the ones that were blurry or were too dark. I blurred out her face and re sized them to post. I wrote a small back story and attached the pictures. As I previewed the post, I had second thoughts, but in the end my fantasy won out over fear.
I got busy with work and by the time I checked back on my pictures, they had been viewed a couple hundred times. All of the comments were positive and most were asking me if and when she would hook up with a black guy. The thought of other guys seeing pictures of my wife fingering her pussy was intoxicating. I checked back every day for the next week. Some of the replies were from guys looking to fuck her, both white and black. I just told them, unfortunately, she would never consider fucking another man.
I had gotten quite a few private messages and most of them were foolish. One in particular piqued my interest. It was from a black man, Charles, who said he was from Colorado and he sent me a couple of pictures of him with white women. He appeared to be in excellent shape with a six pack and in the explicit pictures, his cock looked huge. At first I questioned if the pictures were him, and he sent some pictures with a new USA Today. We corresponded by email for a couple of weeks and soon after on Yahoo I.M. Eventually he asked for some unblurred photos of my wife which I declined to provide.
Charles and I had been communicating for about 3 months on and off and we had exchanged quite a few pictures, all of hers had the face blurred. He had fucked a lot of women and he was happy to share pictures and stories. I was checking my email one day and I noticed one from Charles. I opened it up and was shocked to see a picture of the front of my house. I scrolled down and there were pictures of my wife getting in and out of her car and going into her office. My wife is a Real Estate Agent and he had scanned in one of her business cards. My balls went up into my throat and I soon realized I had been set up. The bottom of the Email revealed that he was a detective on a police department in a town about 15 miles from my house and he had used my I.P. address to find out what area I was in. He also found part of my address on a piece of mail in the background of one of my pictures. He had blown that picture up and attached it. With very little checking, actually a simple Google search, he had found my last name and whole address.
I emailed him back and told him to stay away from us. I also threatened to call his superiors, turn over the pictures he had sent me and report him for any further contact. I deleted the pictures off of Dark Cavern and canceled my Yahoo email account. I was hoping I had scared him off or he was bluffing about being a Police officer.
I began to relax after a couple days with no contact from Charles. I figured I was in the clear with the threat on his job. I got home on Friday night and my wife and I were making small talk about our day when she said something that shocked me.
"I got a new client today. He is a black police officer from Pittsburgh and he is looking to move out of the city."
At first I just nodded my head and continued checking the mail. Then it hit me.
"What, what did you say? A policeman from Pittsburgh. Why would he want to move out here."
I had spoke before collecting myself and my wife assumed I was annoyed for the wrong reason.
"He said he is tired of dealing with problems on and off duty. Why would it bother you that a black man is looking to move here. You have never been prejudiced before?"
I collected my thoughts and tried to seem calm.
"Its not that, I thought they had to live in the city."
"Well, I don't know, all I know is in this economy, it is nice to have the business."
As soon as I could get away I went into the computer room and opened a new Yahoo account. I emailed Charles and told him I had warned him and he left me no choice but to turn him in for stalking.
He had barely had time to read the email when he sent me an I.M.
"That is fine, but what will your wife think when I show her the pictures you have been sending me and post them on the Internet. Being a cop, I have access to your relatives' addresses and I could forward the pictures to them. Besides, all you have are pictures of me fucking women, there is nothing illegal about that."
I realized I was stuck. I sent him back an I.M.
"What do you want? Why would you do this?"
"I only want to fulfill your fantasy. You were the one that started posting on the forum."
"It was only a fantasy, I had no intentions of making it real. You lied to me about where you were from.'
We went around for a while, rehashing the same things and finally he sent a cell phone number and told me to call him and we could work this out. I told him I couldn't call him that night, but I would call him tomorrow.
I called him on my way to work the next morning. His voice was not what I expected. It was a lot calmer and softer. I guess I thought it would be the stereotypical black guys voice. At the beginning of the conversation, I was in full attack mode. Being a cop, and used to confrontation, he stayed calm. He laid his cards on the table, and I realized what a mistake I had made. He had explicit pictures of my wife, emails giving personal information about her, and he knew exactly who we were. Then I tried to reason with him.
"Listen Charles, I just don't want to lose my family over some stupid Internet postings."
"I don't want your family, I just want to fuck your wife and I am going to try with or without you. Once I get what I want, you will get all of the evidence back and I will disappear. Hell, I have already been in contact with her and that is a luxury I am not used to. Most of the women in the pictures I sent you were landed the same way and all of their husbands and boyfriends were pissed too."
"There is no way my wife would go for it even if you show her the pictures. She would just leave me." I told him.
"OK, here is the deal then. If I cant close the deal on your wife myself, I will just walk away. No harm, no foul. I just need a little cooperation from you."
"What type of cooperation?" I asked cynically.
He proceeded to lay out his plan. I could not tell Jill that I knew him or anything about our conversations. I should offer only encouragement to any interaction they were going to have. If he requested her to be somewhere, I had to make sure she went either with or without me.
"What if she can't or won't go where you want me to take her?"
"You better have a good reason or she gets all the information."
"What if she does not go for it. I mean what if I do everything I am supposed to and you fail?"
"Then I disappear and you never hear from me again."
"When does all of this start?"
"I will be in touch."
And with that he hung up the phone. I realized I was short of breath and shaking. My first thought was to tell Jill right away that I had made a mistake and put a stop to all of this. Once I calmed down, I thought to myself, Jill would never go for this. She is by no means a prude, but she would never cheat on me, especially with a black guy. I decided to let the plan run its course, I had confidence in my wife.
On Thursday I got an email from Charles. He had made a reservation at a restaurant about 20 miles from our house in Washington, PA at a place called Angelo's. It was for Friday at 8:00 and he would be there with friends so it would look like a chance meeting... I was to act like we had never met and he would take care of the rest. Also a package would arrive at work for my wife and I should act like I sent it as a surprise for our special night out. I sent back an email asking what was in the package, and what if we couldn't go to the restaurant that night...
"I am sure you can make it happen or you know the repercussions." is all the email said. I figured Jill and I could use a night out and if she ignored him, it might be the end of all of this.
"If she does not respond on Saturday, is it the end?"
"I will decide. See you Saturday."
I emailed him back again asking what was in the package, but still got no response. I called his cell phone, but it went straight to voice mail.
I was nervous all day and when I got home, Jill greeted me with a sly grin. As soon as the kids left the room she brought up the package.
"Thanks for the dress, whats the occasion?"
"Well, I thought we could get a babysitter on Friday night and go out to dinner. I already made reservations at a place in Washington called Angelo's."
"Why Washington."
"Ahhhh," I stammered, thinking on my feet,"I thought it would be fun to try someplace new."
She grabbed me and gave me a hug and a deep kiss.
"Thank you for being so thoughtful and romantic. I am so excited about dinner, but I don't know about the vibrator and movie. I am glad we are going out of town though, I would be nervous about seeing people we knew while I was wearing that dress."
I was a little taken aback by the vibrator and movie comment, but I had to play it off.
"Oh, I thought I would get us something fun for when we got home."
"I don't know how much fun that thing will be, I don't even think it will fit."
I didn't know what to say, I just laughed and asked where the package was. She had it hidden in her closet and I could not wait to see it. My hands were shaking as I opened the box. The dress was not in the box, but I immediately spotted a huge black vibrator. It had to be about 9 inches long and as thick as a Coke can. It looked realistic with veins, a big set of balls and a suction cup on the bottom. It had a cord with a control on the end. There was a DVD from one of my favorite Internet sites, a "reality" porn I had seen before, Blacks on Blondes. Jill walked in the room behind me and startled me.
"I understand the dress, but what made you order this other stuff?"
I didn't know what to say, all I could do was stand there with a huge black vibrator package in one hand and a "Blacks on Blondes" DVD in the other.
"These came by mistake, I ordered a rabbit vibrator and we must have gotten the wrong package."
She took the package out of my hand and was looking at the dildo in wonder.
"Well, send it back and get something else, because there is no way I can use this thing."
She laughed and said, "There is no way this thing is realistic." As she handed it back to me and walked out of the room.
I just laughed and agreed to ship it back on Monday. I asked to see the dress, but she told me I would have to wait until we went out.
I had trouble concentrating on anything at work the next day. I had resigned myself to the fact there was nothing I could do, I just had to let it play out. I was sure Jill would never cheat on me, but I was still afraid of her finding out what I had done. I got a couple of Emails from Charles just verifying that he would be there. I tried to get some clue about his plan for the evening, and all he said was he would handle it.
When I got home, Jill had already showered and was putting on makeup with a towel on. She insisted as soon as I was showered and dressed that I bring her another glass of wine then go downstairs and wait for her.
She came downstairs about an hour before our reservation. I was amazed by what I saw. She had on a black tube dress that looked like it was made out of Lycra. It hugged every curve of her body, ended about 5 inches above her knee and the top barely covered her tits. It was sheer nylon above her tits and it went into a collar around her neck. She had a wide belt wrapped around her waist that matched a pair of red high heels. Her makeup was a little heavier than usual and her she had put her hair up, exposing her neck. One thing was for sure, Charles had good taste.
"Well, say something!"
I was speechless, eventually I managed choke out a breathy "Wow."
"I am really nervous wearing this dress, but if you think it looks all right...."
"It looks great. I can not believe how short it is. You look great."
"Well, get me another drink and lets get out of here before I lose my nerve and change this dress." She said excitedly.
It was about an 40 minute drive to the restraunt and I could not take my eyes off my wife. Her dress had slid up her thighs exposing a pair of hot pink silk panties. She caught me looking, smiled, and reached over and gave my hard cock a squeeze.
"I think my outfit is having quite an effect on you."
She hiked up her dress and took her middle finger and started rubbing her pussy through her panties, the whole time continuing to rub my dick through my pants. She stopped after a few seconds. I thought I was going to explode.
"My pussy is already so wet, I dont want to ruin my panties."
She pulled down the hem of her skirt and smoothed it out. She sat for a few seconds, composing herself. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Don't worry, I will take care of you when we get home."
We made some small talk until we got to the restraunt. We walked in and all eyes turned towards Jill. She held onto my arm as we walked towards our seat. I was scanning the room the whole time looking for Charles. I had only seen pictures of him. When we walked by the bar, I peeked in and Charles was sitting in a booth with two other black guys. We made eye contact and he gave me a slight nod.
We had been seated in a quiet booth for a few minutes and a bottle of wine came to the table. The waitress pointed across the room towards Charles and he waved at Jill.
"This is from the gentleman in the bar."
She waved back at him and leaned across the table and whispered, "Oh my god, that is the cop that I told you about."
I did my best to act oblivious, continuing to look at my menu.
"Who? Oh yea, I remember. I wonder what he is doing here?"
"He lives nearby I think."
Jill waved him over to our table and as he got closer, I realized how big he was. He was about 6'5" and had to weigh a solid 225 or so. I stood up to greet him and he towered over me.
Jill introduced us and I shook his hand. I wondered if anyone could see mine shaking.
"Please, join us." Jill said as she slid over, giving him room on her bench.
He protested, but she insisted he sit down. When he sat down next to her, they were squeezed together so that thier shoulders were touching. I was as nervous as I was excited. I was surprised to find my cock rock hard from seeing Jill sitting next to a huge black guy.
They started talking about business and soon they were talking like old friends. He mentioned that the guys with him were policemen also and one was looking for a house. Jill had finished the bottle of wine and Charles stayed and talked while we ordered and waited for our food. When our food arrived he excused himself saying he had to get back to his friends.
When he left the table, she seemed giddy like a school girl.
"He is so nice. Good god he is a big man. There was hardly room for me on the seat."
"Yea, he was pretty big. A little arrogant, but nice enough I guess."
She sensed my jealousy and started teasing me.
"I think someone is jealous!"
She was giggling while she was cutting her steak. She went on about how cute it was that I was jealous and how she was sitting hip to hip with him in that "tiny booth."
"I am not jealous and lets just drop it and enjoy our evening."
She just laughed and said she was going to the ladies room. As she walked away from the table, she leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Jealous." She whispered in my ear.
I grinned as she walked away. As she walked I noticed the back of her dress barely covered her ass and it was nearly see-through. Most of the men in the room were checking her out, and the women were looking at her disapprovingly. A few minutes later she was on her way back and Charles waved her over to his table. He slid over and she sat down next to him in the booth. I noticed his arm was on the back of the seat around Jill. My blood was starting to boil, but my cock was straining at my pants. I was glaring at Charles every time I could make eye contact. Jill stood up to leave and she shook the other guys hands and Charles stood and gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek. As she walked back, I noticed her dress was see through in the light and if you looked hard, you could see the outline of her nipples. As she got closer, I could tell they were rock hard and with the dress being tight, they stood completely out.
When she came back to the table it was obvious that I was pissed.
"Whats wrong honey?"
"What was that all about?"
"Just business, nothing more."
"Well, it looked like he was interested in more."
"Lets just drop it, dont ruin the evening. Like you said, I am leaving with you."
Charles and his friends got up to leave and he waved to us. I just ignored him and paid the check. As soon as we were in the car, Jill was on me. She leaned over the console and kissed me forcefully. We made out for a few minutes in the parking lot and she broke it off and said, "Get me home."
After what seemed like an eternity, we got home. The whole time, Jill was gushing over Charles. I bit my tongue for the whole 40 minute drive. I had to piss so Jill headed upstairs to the bedroom. When I went in, she had lit some candles and was laying on the bed with her dress pulled up. She was rubbing her pussy and I could see it shining from wetness. I took off my clothes and climbed into bed next to her. We were kissing and she was dry humping my leg. She was as hot as I had ever seen her. She started kissing my neck and moved to my ear.
"Lets try the new toy."
You could have knocked me over with a feather.
"Are you sure? I thought you wanted it returned?"
"I changed my mind."
I went and got the vibrator and with trembling hands I opened the package. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and took it from my hands. She turned it around, just looking at it.
"Do you really think black guys are this big?"
"No, I am sure they are average just like white guys."
"When Charles hugged me, I might have felt his cock on my hip and I think it was huge."
I put batteries in the control and Jill leaned back on the bed and started rubbing the tip up and down her pussy lips. Her juices made the head shiny and she tried to work the head in. She could get the tip in and then she would jerk her hips back as it hit resistance. She was moaning softly every time it hit her clit and when she tried to slide it the whole way in, she would let out a little wimper. She rolled over, stuck her ass up in the air and handed me the dildo.
"I want this in me!" She said it with authority.
I got some lube out of the nightstand and coated the head of the fake black cock with it. I started working the head in and she was pressing back. It was in about 3 inches and she started having an orgasm. As she came, she was rocking back and forth, fitting more in each time.
"OH My God, It is so big. It is stretching my pussy so much." She yelled.
All you could hear was the vibrator and her pussy sloshing around it. I was afraid I was going to come before she ever touched my cock. Every time it slid out, juices ran down the inside of her thighs. After attempting to fit the whole thing in and coming a couple of times, she collapsed down on the bed.
"Was it the whole way in?"
"No, not even close. Maybe half."
"Holy shit, that was good. I was so full! I don't see how anyone could fit that thing in them."
After she had collected herself, she rolled over and spread her legs for me to fuck her. Even from the short amount of time with the dildo, I could tell her pussy was stretched out. She was so wet, I came nearly instantly the first time. With the thought of her pussy wrapped around that black vibrator, I was hard again after a minute and fucked her again. I put her ankles on my shoulders and pounded away at her sloppy pussy. She was coming more than she ever had. Even when I was done, she kept pulling my ass towards her. I could tell she was still hungry for more.
As we laid in bed falling asleep, I knew I was in trouble when she said one last thing.
"Boy, imagine if Charles' cock was as big as that dildo? I mean holy shit."
And she rolled over and fell asleep.
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Posted on : Sep 19, 2012
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