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 An English Wife Enjoys Massive Black Cock

   My wife Emily and I got married four years ago.  Ever since, we have
enjoyed reading about husbands treating their wives to extra lovers.  I
noticed a particular spark in Emily's eyes when we read stories where the
wives were treated to the services of young black studs.  The stories
fueled our fantasies.

   For the last couple of years I have been badgering my wife to give it a
go herself, to find out what makes young black guys so good.  I became even
more insistent when a black youth joined the firm where I work here in
England.  He came to us straight from college, and became one of my
apprentices last year.  Carl was 18 at the time, but from his remarks and
his way with girls, I knew he was clearly very experienced at fucking the
ladies.

   I could tell that he was very well endowed by the bulge in his jeans. 
On a couple of occasions in the toilets, I had seen his cock.  It is really
a massive thing, even when only limp.  I began imagining him getting his
big cock up into Emily's pussy.  I was seeing strong visions of my
28-year-old wife enjoying it while I wanked.

   Then one night I read aloud from a magazine about such a scenario. 
Emily enjoyed it and said, "I bet if I went with Carl, I could make you do
all those things in that letter." I agreed it was true, I probably would.
That letter really did fire Emily's interest.  It had talked about a wife
getting banged real good by a young black guy who had an especially massive
cock, like Carl, and then her husband later licking all of the young guy's
spunk out of her pussy.

   I noticed Emily's growing interest in my idea of her going with Carl. 
So I pushed even harder until she finally consented, and agreed to give it
a try.  I think at first it was to please me, but as the idea grew, it was
her suggesting that we do it.

   I took her out a few times with the lads from work, including Carl.  Now
Emily is a very sexy girl with a nice firm figure.  She never had trouble
in attracting male attention.  I could also see Carl was as taken with her,
as she was with him.  He's over six feet tall and good-looking with a big,
muscular body.  He's into boxing and weight-training, and he's very tough
and strong.

   At work I suggested that as he fancied my wife so much, he should meet
Emily on a more personal basis.  He said he'd love to...  and he clipped me
one on my shoulder.  I hated to think what damage he could cause me if he
really wanted to.

   I knew he was the guy for Emily, and by that time I knew Emily was all
for it.  I told him that if he did fuck her, he had to use a rubber like I
did.  He said he never used them.  So I said, "OK, it will be alright as
she wanted me to lick her out after he was done anyway." He said, "Man,
you're weird.  I'll gladly oblige, though.  You tell her I'd love to screw
her, even though I can't see it ever happening." I assured him that we
meant it, and he would end up fucking her if he really wanted to.

   When I told Emily, she was excited.  I told her I was sure Carl would
show her a good time, and she could find out if black men were as good as
she thought.  In the end, we agreed to set things up.  She said, "OK, I'll
go with him to please you, and to find out if they are really good at
pleasing a woman, but if his cock is all its cracked up to be, I may want
more of him in the future." I said, "No doubt that can be arranged."

   She said, "You'll have to keep your word and lick me clean afterwards."
I said I'd do anything she wanted, but that she had to take him without
using rubbers if she wanted me to lick her clean of his spunk.  She said
that it would be alright as long as it happened just before her period.

   The next day, I told Carl all that we had discussed, and that Emily was
prepared to go all the way with him.  My young apprentice couldn't believe
his luck, but he put a damper on me by saying he wouldn't want me around at
first.  He also said he wanted to do her that night, which was a good week
before we had planned, but I agreed.

   I phoned Emily at work and told her everything, and that I had agreed to
Carl having her that night.  She was a bit anxious at first, but then
calmed down and agreed.  She said she had to go shopping that afternoon for
some new things to wear.  I told her to get something extra special.  I
told her that white silk stockings would be in order, and very high
stilettos, as Carl liked girls who wore them.  She said she would sort it
all out in her own way.

   As we worked, I watched Carl and imagined his powerful, smooth, ebony
body lying across Emily's creamy white figure.  I had to relieve myself
twice that afternoon.  All the time in my mind was the sight of Carl's
young, black cock ploughing deeply into my dear Emily's hairy minge, and
then spunking all the way up inside her.  I saw me later down between her
legs, licking it all out, and swallowing the combination of their sex
juices.

   That evening I nervously watched Emily prepare herself, which gave me a
corker of a hard-on.  She said, "If we go through with this, you may find
that I want more of him in the future." I told her that I understood, and
was willing to share her with a young, virile stud like Carl, and that I
would keep my end of the bargain and do everything I had promised.  She
smiled knowingly.

   I gasped when I saw her fully dressed for her meeting with my young
mate. The dress wasn't that outrageous, being just a plain greyish colour
and knee-length, but it buttoned up the front, and she had left several
lower buttons undone, and a couple at the top so it showed off a lot of
cleavage.  She had bought a pair of really high-heeled, white court shoes,
and I could see she had white stockings on and a plunging white lace bra.
She looked the business, and she knew it.  She looked fabulous.  She wore
her gold jewellery, bracelets, gold watch and rings, including her
engagement and wedding rings which sparkled in the lights.  Her golden hair
shone, and my insignificant cock jumped to attention.  All five inches of
it.

   Emily eyed me up, taking notice of my erection.  She said, "OK Robert,
this is your last chance.  If you don't want me to go through with this,
say so now.  Tell me if you don't.  But if you want me to go ahead, you
must leave now so that I can be alone with him."

   Despite my throbbing cock and the overwhelming urge to wank off, I
turned and left.  She called out, "I hope you don't regret letting me do
this.  I plan to let that young black guy do whatever he wants with me." I
left the house with her words ringing in my ears.  I sat in the car and
waited for Carl to arrive, and played with myself as I waited.

   Carl arrived early.  He didn't see me as he walked up.  I felt a bit
apprehensive.  For a moment I began wishing I wasn't letting it happen, and
that it was me about to fuck her.  Then I watched as my sexy wife showed
him into our house.  She saw me and walked over, swaying her hips
seductively.  She asked me not to come back for at least three hours.  As
she walked away, she turned back and said loudly, "I'm going to really
enjoy this.  I'm going to let Carl come inside me, so go and wank yourself
as you think about what he is going to be doing to me...  and so you can
later clean me up!"

   I went to the pub.  I had a few jealous thoughts, but I also got very
aroused at the thought of young Carl making it with my wife.  I waited
almost two hours, but in the end I'd had enough, I was going to go back to
the house and see just what they were doing.  When I got back, the bedroom
door was locked.  I heard them laugh, then Emily saying loudly, "Oh oh,
sounds like my husband is back."

   I heard Carl say, "Let him see what he's missed and what you've had."
She unlocked the door and I burst in, then stopped dead at the sight before
me.  Emily stood semi-naked in just stockings and high heels with her hands
on her hips and a broad smile on her pretty face.  I looked past her to see
Carl lying naked on my bed, grinning at me.  His long, thick cock lay
across his thigh still wet and sticky.  It still looked massive as it
gleamed in the light, still slimy with my Emily's juices.

   Emily looked at me, somewhat annoyed that I had come back early.  She
said, "Aren't you early?" My anxiousness crumbled as I looked at her
beautiful body, and the thick white stuff dribbling down the insides of her
thighs.  Her neck and breasts were covered in love-bites, and there was an
amazing air of confidence about her.

   I mumbled that I was sorry if I interrupted them.  She stopped me and
said, "Come here.  I have lots for you to eat.  Please kneel down on your
knees in front of me." I hesitated, and then obediently obeyed her.  She
stood there, legs apart, spunk running onto her stockings.  She had her
hands on her hips and looked lovingly down at me as I shuffled forward. 
"Well, come on then," she said.  "Get your tongue going, lick me out, like
you promised."

   My face was only inches away from her gaping hole.  Then my tongue was
on her slit.  The fragrance of her sex and the spunk immediately got my
attention.  I looked over at Carl, wondering what he was thinking.  He was
watching intently.  Then I buried my face in Emily's sticky cunt and licked
at it like mad, sucking out all that Carl had deposited there.

   Emily grasped my hair and held me tightly against her crotch.  By then,
I didn't care about my self-respect.  I wanted to lick her and taste them
both on my tongue.  I suddenly wanted to be a compliant sex slave for my
dear wife and her young black lover.

   She held my head gently as she slowly worked her way back to the bed,
and all the time I kept licking.  She lay back beside Carl and raised her
leg over my shoulders.  Her cunt gaped enormously, having been stretched by
his thick cock.  It looked so big, bigger than I'd ever seen it before,
with spunk bubbling and frothing inside it.  Carl cuddled my wife and
played with her tits as I licked at her pussy.

   As I licked, I saw Carl's dark cock harden out of the corner of my eye,
and grow until it stood proud in all its glory.  It was all of ten inches
long.  My respect for him grew, and also my respect for Emily having taken
such a monster.  She had proven she was all woman, and he was quite a man.
I was glad I had been able to give my wife this special treat.

   Emily used her pink hand to stroke Carl's long black cock, as I kept
ministering to her swollen pussy.  Emily soon started to come on my tongue,
and her legs tightened around my neck.  She then went over the top and her
body thrashed around.

   As Emily calmed down, I lay on the bed next to her and watched Carl lap
at her nipples while I wanked my own cock.  What a sight to see the
contrast in their skin colour.  Emily opened her eyes and thanked me for
licking out her pussy and giving her such an enjoyable cum.  The next thing
I knew Carl had rolled Emily over so she could neck with me while he
entered her from behind.

   Emily had a very satisfied look on her face as her body began to sway in
rhythm to Carl's fucking actions.  I learned later it was his third time to
fuck her that night.  Carl slapped Emily's buttocks as he buried himself in
her for deep thrust after deep thrust.  She moaned in my arms.

   I crawled under her, face below her belly, and watched Carl's black
balls slap my wife's pink pussy with his each stroke.  When he finally came
again, I watched his white stuff flow out of her.  When he was done, he
rolled to her other side.

   When Emily rolled onto her back again, I crawled back between her legs
and again used my tongue and lips to clean out all he had deposited in her.
My wife reached down and wanked my smallish cock as I dutifully licked her.
Soon I too sprayed my stuff all over her hand.

   We all slept together that night.  Carl didn't leave until the next
morning when I drove him to work.  Before leaving, Emily sucked Carl to
hardness again, and let him fuck her one more time before she showered and
got ready for work.

   At work that next day, he kept whispering to me how much he had enjoyed
fucking my Emily, and how well I had licked her pussy out after.

   A week later we had Carl over for dinner.  That night I let them have
another couple hours alone together before joining them.  The next day
Emily thanked me for letting her experience her young black lover.  "He
really does know how to use that monster of his," she assured me.  "I loved
every minute of his cock...  both evenings," she assured me.  By the second
time, I was much more at ease watching Carl's big cock filling my wife time
after time.  It was good to see my wife enjoy herself so much.
   We expect to have Carl back again soon.