Black cock craving | Cuckold | Group-Sex
Friends | Part 4
Group-sex wild fantasy by Deni for ‘Samarel Eros’
George was still up when Stefi dropped Jami off at home. Jami could see him sitting in the living room. Jami wondered how badly the proverbial poop was going to hit the fan. She inhaled to see if she could detect the distinct scent of sperm. Then she realized she had had her whole face immersed in sperm and had been awash in a woman’s ejaculate that was almost half male sperm. There was no way she would be able to detect whether she now smelled like a man’s sex juices.
She could see George now looking out the window, and obviously she would have seen Stefi’s car pulling away. She could not wait outside until he went to bed. She took a deep breath, visualized the power of her orgasms only a short while before, and walked to her front door.
The door was unlocked.
She turned the handle, then pushed it open.
She heard George moving, then heard the air sigh as it escaped from the overstuffed chair he always sat in. Had he hurried back to his chair, or had it taken her longer to come inside than she thought?
His head was buried in the newspaper. ‘He never reads the newspaper this late! He’s watched the late news and that’s always more up-to-date he tells me.’
Something was up.
“Hi baby,” Jami said, trying to sound normal. Had she sounded normal? She feared she hadn’t.
“Hey babe!” George replied as he put the paper down. He looked scared. ‘He looks scared?’ Why would he look scared?
Nervously, Jami asked, “How was your evening, honey?” ‘Did my voice sound normal that time?’
“I had fun. Joe came by, and we went out for a drink or two.”
‘Did George’s voice sound strange?’
“I’m going to take a shower and go to bed, honey.” Jami said, trying her best to keep her voice from wavering.
“Oh! All right then. I’m kind of tired too. I’ll see you in bed.”
Jami thought about how surreal their conversation had sounded. She had just done incredibly sexual things with men that were not her husband and that she had never even met before tonight. And she wanted to tell her husband about it with every fiber of her being. She was too honest to easily keep secrets from her husband. But could his ego take it? Could she tell him she was bored in their bedroom? Was he bored in their bedroom? She had not thought of that before. Surely, if she was, he was!
Her bunny was very sensitive when she started to wash herself down there. She wasn’t sore. No, that was a different feeling. Her fingers tested her bunny lips. They were tingly. They were puffy. She looked down at herself. ‘MY GOD! She’s all hanging open and droopy and red and puffy, and oh my god, her little hole is open! She isn’t closing like she used to! Well, she’s not little any more! Oh GOD I hope George is asleep when I go out there!’
Jami started to wash her bottom. What was all that wet stuff around her bottom? Then she realized that the sperm inside her was slowly leaking out that orifice as well. She was shocked at how good it felt to wash herself back there. She even pressed a few fingers inside herself, luxuriating in the sensation. ‘Why haven’t I done this before?’ she wondered. She found it quite easy to fit four fingers inside her anus, all the way to her knuckles, in fact. She tried to picture the man’s huge, thick cock going in and out of her backside. She wanted to experience it again.
Her other hand found her bunny hole and started to dip within her as her fingers in her bum explored her internal sheath.
She realized she could actually feel the fingers in her other orifice with the hand in her front part. Through the membrane that separated them, she rubbed her fingers together, trembling with the wonderful feelings that were again capturing her mind and her consciousness.
She forced herself to stop doing what she had never done before. Well, she had done so little of that sort of thing before tonight. Her mind ran through the whole evening—how she had started the evening like a good wife and an uptight woman and had throughout the evening allowed herself to loose her surly bonds of inhibitions and permitted men to do incredible things to her body. INCREDIBLE things. And that black man’s thing . . . ‘FUCK! I am no longer the woman that I used to be. Why am I calling it “his THING!?” I am now a highly sexual woman; I realize now, after tonight, that I actually love to fuck! And I love to get fucked! I even love to get my butt fucked! I came so hard while I was getting fucked by those gorgeous black cocks that I passed out! That has never happened to me before. I am not going to give that up! I refuse to give that up! Not now . . . not now that I have tried it and found out that I love it!’
With that, she shut off the water and quickly dried off. She deliberately did not put on her bathrobe. Completely naked, she marched out into the bedroom to confront her husband. She was determined to demand better sex and more kinky things to spice up their sex lives.
George’s eyes were riveted on her pussy lips. His mouth fell open. “H–H-H-Holy shit!” he stammered, his eyes bugging out.
“We have to talk, honey!” Jami said it more severely than she intended to.
"OK,” George said, his eyes still riveted on his wife’s cunny.
“We have to talk about our sex life George.”
“OK.” His eyes were still staring.
“Our sex life sucks, George.”
“OK.” Her husband was either not awake or he was just shocked by her nakedness.
“Look me in the eye, George!”
“OK.” His eyes flickered up to hers for a millisecond, then instantly fell back to stare at her sex.
Jami realized that her husband was acting totally out of character. “What is with you tonight, George?”
George, still staring, pointed at her crotch.
Jami looked down at where he was pointing. A huge glob of sperm was hanging from her swollen bunny lip.
Jami almost screamed and whirled to go to the bathroom to hide her humiliation.
Almost.
But instead, she decided that it was the perfect excuse to make the severe change in her life she had promised herself.
Jami slowly began to grin. “Lie down, George.”
George did as she commanded, but his eyes stayed glued to her sullied crotch.
Jami took a deep breath, then straddled George’s head, placing his nose in her back cleft. “Eat my cunt, George.” She shuddered in excitement at her own vulgar, domineering words.
She was shocked when, without hesitation, George noisily did exactly as she commanded him. He even seemed to be doing it eagerly. She glanced down at his crotch and saw that he had an erection. His penis was so hard that it was pulsing up and down under his pajamas!
“You’re hard, George!”
He moaned a “Mmmm Hmmm” into her bunny hole. The sound made her clittie tingle. She burst into orgasm as she watched her husband eating the sperm that had somehow made it through her showering. George redoubled his lingual efforts when he realized his wife was cumming.
“Eat my ass, George,” she heard herself say.
And George did; in fact, his tongue seemed to delve into her farther than she had ever thought possible. Jami came explosively.
Jami reached down, bared his erection, then touched his glans with one fingertip. Jami flinched when she sensed what was coming.
George screamed “OH FUCK!” as his pee-pee exploded, coating his wife’s tummy, neck, and breasts with his sperm.
After they had both caught their breath, Jami held her tummy, and then her sperm ladened breast for George to clean up. When he was done doing his punitive duty, Jami giggled as she turned out the light. “You were really turned on, hon; what got you going?”
George cleared his throat. Then, in a small, sleepy, but clearly embarrassed voice, he started to tell her about his evening with Joe. He described going to a bar that seemed to be frequented by mostly black men, though there were two very sexy-looking white women there, dancing with all of the patrons. He and Joe had been at the far end of the room, so he could only see a little of what had happened, but the two white women had apparently taken on all the black patrons throughout the course of the evening. He described how one of the black men had stacked the two women up like cord wood and done them that way, seeming to service each of their openings in turn, one stroke per opening. George again explained that they were too far away to see exactly what had happened, but he and Joe had both gotten really turned on by watching.
Jami, glad that she had turned out the light before they started talking, asked what he meant by saying that the white women had served all of the black men.
George said innocently that one of the women had apparently passed out, and while she was out, about twelve men had done her while she lay on top of her girlfriend. George told her that at least half the men had taken a second turn, and two had even come back for thirds before she woke up.
Jami did not hear any reticence in George’s voice. In fact, he seemed almost wistful. “So what did you think of the two white women that did that?” she finally asked.
In a voice that was very sleepy, George mumbled, “Don’t shoot me for saying this, honey, but you asked; so here’s the truth. I kept wishing it was you up there doing that, enjoying all that attention, being so sexy and so unreserved. Please don’t think me crass, baby, but I truly did wish it was you having all those thrashing orgasms.”
Jami almost giggled. Trying her best to control her tone, she asked, as though innocent, “Would you want to watch me if that were to ever happen, honey?”
George mumbled, “Yeah,” and then started snoring.
END.
