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 "Charles"

   By LuvsItWet

   MF, MFM, inter, wife,

   Chapter 1

   "Hi honey, I'm home."

   It's my standard, and totally unnecessary, announcement when I drag
through the door at the end of each workday.  My bride knows who it is and
where he is.  I'm Mr.  Reliable.  Steadfast, dependable, dull.

   "In here."

   The usual response from an equally steady lady that I've been married to
for just over sixteen years.

   As I pass through the darkened living room, headed toward the response
from the kitchen, I dump my jacket over the back of the couch and pull the
life strangling tie off and pitch it in the same direction.

   "Damn, that smells good." I say as I hug up to her butt and plant a kiss
on the side of her neck.  "What's for din-din?"

   "New England boiled dinner.  Your favorite."

   "Great.  What's the occasion?"

   "Charles called this afternoon.  He's in town for the rest of the week."

   I feel a surge in my serge.  That changes everything.  Charles.

   "And....?" I leave the question in the air.

   "He'll be here about six."

   "What about the kids?"

   "Katie has a meeting with the glee club that will go until about ten and
Kerrie is going to a movie with some of the girls."

   Katie is our fifteen year old beauty queen, cheerleader wanna-be, heart
breaking, spoiled brat.  Kerrie is the book worm, nerd, daddy's girl,
twelve-almost-thirteen-year-old.

   "Great.  We should be clear for two or three hours of fun and games
then. You horny?" I know it's a silly question as I run my hand down her
front and cup her crotch through her thin housecoat.  She just humps it
into my palm.

   "God yes.  It's been nearly two weeks."

   I probably should slow down at this point and explain a few things. 
This marital exchange isn't exactly the "Leave It To Beaver"
Dad-gets-home-from-work conversation.  With very good reason.

   You see, about seven years ago, Jen and I started a little pillow talk
fantasy exchange to spice up a sagging sex life for both of us.  We had
gotten pretty complacent at that point and the rut we were in was dragging
us both down.

   We started small.

   At first it was the "let's close our eyes and pretend we are someone
else" kind of thing.  Then we compared notes on who we thought was hot and
who we thought was not.  Some very surprising names came up in those
whispered exchanges.

   I brought home a couple of porn videos.  She ordered some outrageous
lingerie from an on-line catalogue.  She got satin sheets and scented
candles.  I found her a vibrator with a five horsepower Briggs and Stratton
engine.

   Get the picture?

   OK.  Good.

   I guess it happens in most marriages sooner or later.  It's probably
more survivable if it's later.

   I surfed some on-line porn and discovered within myself an interest in
interracial wife sharing.  That kicked it up a notch.  I down loaded some
stories and some videos featuring black men and white wives and shared them
with Jen.  She discovered a corresponding interest in interracial wife
sharing.

   Isn't it wonderful when husbands and wives have interests in common?

   It didn't happen overnight.  It took months for us to get on the same
page and really dig into our inner thoughts.  We only talked about it when
we were both so worked up that almost anything would set us off.  I even
invested in a fifty dollar penis replica of some guy that must be in the
ninety ninth percentile on the size curve.  In black of course.  It's too
big for Jen to use comfortably but just looking at it trips her trigger. 
It's still in her night stand drawer.

   About three years ago, we went from the "Oh, god, I want to do it so
bad..." to the "We really shouldn't.  What would people think?" to "OK, but
we have to be careful" to the "What do we want from this and how do we do
it?" stage.  We then started to seriously explore the possibility of
actually including a black man in our sex life.  We fucked twice a day for
more than a month when we both realized that we were going to jump off that
cliff together.

   Our ad read:

   "Married white couple in their mid 30's would like to meet a
professional black man for a long term relationship.  Please be in good
shape and healthy.  About our age or a little older.  Large and dark
preferred.  We are new to this and the man that can take charge will be
well rewarded.  We will not respond unless you are in our region and
include photographs.  Nude nice but not necessary."

   We included four photos of Jen in various stages of undress, and two of
us together.  All G or R rated with our faces either obscured or turned
away.  Why ask for trouble?  Web sites catering to our new experiment
abound so we used as many as we could find to broaden our exposure.

   When I shut down the computer that day, I realized that Jen's
fingernails had left dents in my leg where she had gripped me while we were
charting a path that would change our lives forever.  She didn't realize
the strength of her excitement.  I wasn't feeling any pain in mine.

   We had a weekend away with the kids so we didn't get back to check our
inbox until the following Monday.  We started right after dinner and read
responses until nearly 2 AM.  Hundreds.  From all over the world.  A lot of
them were just crazy.  Too far away.  Too young.  Too brief.  Several were
from white men that wanted to watch.  Some were just gross.  There must
have been a half mile of black cocks represented in the photos attached.

   We narrowed the mob down to about fifty and went to bed.  Too tired to
fuck but too excited to sleep.  I left work early the next day and we did
both.

   By the end of that week we had answered about a dozen promising
candidates that all lived within a couple hundred miles of us or said they
traveled into our area frequently.  Jen was like a teenager.  I let her
write most of the answers.  She did it naked, sitting at the computer, on a
towel, just to get into the mood.

   We included two very X rated photos of her in our replies but still
concealed her face.  Something I should say about Jen.  She's no prude and
never was one.  She's pretty.  She's sexy.  She's bright.  Blond with
freckles.  Grey/blue eyes.  Medium build.  Nice boobs and a booty to die
for.  We shaved her pussy for the required gynecological close-ups.

   Within a couple days, we had dates to meet seven or eight of the guys
for drinks in a local watering hole.  The fourth one was Charles.  Charles.

   The deal was that we would have a drink or two and go our separate ways
to consider a second, much more interesting meeting.  We spread the
meetings out over a couple of weeks, planning to meet not more than one guy
each evening.  It worked with the first guy, he was attractive and a
gentleman and we planned to meet him sometime in the very near future.  We
left when the second guy went to the restroom.  The third guy didn't show
up.

   Then we met Charles.  Charles.

   As planned, we had a drink.  Charles was a delight.  He is big, very
black, with a slight British accent.

   When he excused himself to the restroom, Jen said, "He's the one."

   "You sure?"

   "Positive."

   "It's your funeral." Did I say Charles is big?

   We had a second drink and Jen flirted like a high school sophomore.  She
even embarrassed me.  She giggled at nearly everything he said.  I doubt if
she was even listening to him.  She scratched his hand lightly with her
nails as she looked deep into his eyes and gave him the keys to the
kingdom. The family chastity belt, at least.

   Charles turned to me as he called the waitress over, giving her his
card.

   "Let's go outside." He said.

   He signed the bill and stood to pull Jen's chair out.  From then on that
night, Charles was in charge.  Jen and I had agreed that someone confident
and maybe a little forceful would be good to help us start our journey. 
Charles was exactly that.  A lot more, we would learn later.

   In the parking lot, Charles guided us to his Lincoln Navigator and
tossed me the keys.  Big black man.  Big black car.

   "You drive." It wasn't a question.

   "Where?" I asked, as his big hand in the middle of her back guided Jen
to the passenger side.

   "Somewhere we can talk a little more privately." He replied, opening the
door and handing my pride and joy up onto the soft leather seat across the
console from me.

   "What a gentleman." I thought.  But just for the second or two it took
me to realize he was going to share that seat with Jen.  Like nothing, he
hefted her up out of his way and sat down.  Then pulled her down onto his
lap.  Her legs splayed with the unexpected move and her little summer dress
rucked up to her hips.

   I didn't see any need to go further than the dark end of the grocery
store parking lot adjacent to the motel parking lot we had been parked in
next to the bar.  By the time I turned off the ignition and looked over at
them, Jen and Charles were in the first part of their conversation. 
Wordless.  If you don't count the pitiful moan from Jen.

   That was the first time I ever felt completely useless.  Like the time
in seventh grade at the front of the class reciting some forgotten history
report.  I didn't have a clue what to do with my hands.  I didn't know
where to look.  I should have been somewhere else.  I didn't know whether
to clear my throat or take a walk.

   I know that I was an equal partner in what we were doing.  But I hadn't
thought about much of anything past this point and it was quickly moving
way out of my control.  I saw a big black hand connected to a big black
forearm move across a dim pale field of cotton and disappear up between
pillars nearly as pale.  I heard a gasp and a sharp intake of breath.

   I heard Jen whisper.  "No, please.  Not tonight.  I'm not ready." Her
head and left shoulder were hidden from me as Charles was turned slightly
away and blocking my view.

   I then heard a snap and the big black hand reappeared and dropped the
scrap of white lace that had been Jen's thong panty onto the console. 
Clearly for my benefit.  I picked it up.  It was warm and damp.

   Jen said something but I couldn't make it out.  It was muffled by
another kiss or just whispered too low for me to hear.

   "I don't and wouldn't use one if I did." Charles rumbled.

   "Please.  I can't.  Not tonight." It was Jen pleading.

   "I won't hurt you Jenny girl.  I promise." Now she was back upright in
his lap.  Her dress up around her waist.  "Trust me."

   "What do you want?" Jen whimpered.  She sounded like she was nearly
crying.

   The shift onto the floor on her knees between his was like it had been
practiced.  Her face and blond hair was contrasted in the dim light with
black hands, black slacks, black underwear, black everything.  It was
almost like Jen's top half was suspended in air.

   One of them exposed him.  She doesn't know if she did it or he did it.
It was just in her face and then in her mouth.  I couldn't see it.  I knew
though.

   Charles groaned and most of Jen's face went out of my sight as his huge
hands settled in her hair.  She gagged.  Then she gagged again.  I was so
hard and yet so afraid.  I couldn't help her and I couldn't stop what was
happening and I didn't want to.

   I could see her struggle.  She tried to push away but Charles was
relentless.  It didn't last long.  Charles must have realized that he was
more than she could cope with and pushed her up and off him.  He then
pulled her head down onto his lap and held her close as he petted her. 
There was no doubt that she was crying then.  Racking sobs between the
coughing and catching her breath.

   "I can't.  Please.  No more.  It's too much.  I can't do it any more."
Jen was pleading for her life I think.  She really did think Charles was
going to choke her to death.

   Jen didn't resist at all when he pulled her up off the floor to straddle
his lap.  She was just relieved to get away from sucking him.

   "Put me in her." I was jolted by the command.  I had been an invisible
observer until that moment.

   Jen's little cotton dress was up under her arm pits.  Her knees were
straddled out on both sides of Charles wide hips.  His cock was reared up
along the crack of her ass.  She was too low for him to get into her.

   "Oh, god.  No.  Please.  Not tonight.  I can't." Jen was sobbing.  I
didn't know what to do.  What the hell had I gotten us into.

   I knew why Jen was objecting.  This was supposed to just be a social
meeting and she wasn't protected from pregnancy.  My vasectomy had made the
Pill unnecessary for years and her old diaphragm from her college days that
we had planned to use for this adventure was on the bathroom counter at
home.  Not a good feeling.

   "Back on the floor." Charles was not going to give up without
satisfaction.

   Jen was a broken woman at that moment.  Anything was better than being
choked by that monster again.  As I saw her raise her hips up over him, I
made the decision to be in this with her all the way.  Charles' was the
only penis other than mine I ever touched.  It was big and it was hard and
it was hot.  I held it steady and within a heartbeat, her wet labia came
down to press against my hand.

   It was done.  My wife was filled with unprotected bare black cock.

   I pulled my hand away and Charles pushed her that last few inches with
his hands low on her hips.  Then they both were eerily quiet for a few
moments.  He allowed her the time she needed to adjust to him.  He pulled
her to his chest and smothered her with a kiss.  Jen's sobs slowed and
stopped.  I could see the fight go out of her.  My wife would never ever be
the same again.  She quieted down and relaxed.

   I felt so sorry for her.  I couldn't do anything to make things better.
We had never expected it to be like this.

   I reached across the console and gently stroked Jen's back.  It was like
she was asleep in Charles arms.

   Charles laid his hand on my arm and smiled at me in the darkness.

   "She'll be alright now, Wayne." He said.  "She's home."

   Strangely, I understood exactly what he meant.  The relief made me
almost giddy.

   Jen turned her face toward me and weakly smiled.  Her eyes opened and
slowly focused on me.  Her face rested at the top of Charles' chest and she
had hold of the head rest behind him.

   "I'm OK.  He feels good in me." She said dreamily.

   I stroked down her back and could feel the muscles at the top of her
butt begin to tighten and relax.  Tighten and relax.  She wasn't going up
and down on him, just back and forth in a slow pendulous rhythm.  Stirring
herself inside with him.

   For his part, Charles rested one hand on my arm and the other spanned
both of Jen's ass cheeks.  She told me later he was setting her pace with
that hand.

   Their coupling was not loud or active.  It was passionate and erotic. 
They were both so high on the newness of the partner and the situation that
they couldn't last very long.  Soon, Jen stiffened and squeaked out her
climax.  Followed a couple minutes later by Charles bridging between the
front of the seat and the head rest as he lifted into her fully and
ejaculated his seed as deep as he could reach.  Jen came again.

   It was quiet in the car for the next few minutes.  Ragged breathing and
some gentle kisses.

   "I'm sorry I'm not a very good cock sucker." Jen giggled.  "You are just
too big for me."

   "You'll learn little girl." Charles stated with confidence.  "We'll
practice."

   It wasn't long until Charles directed our return to the lot where we had
left our car.

   I helped her off his lap and found her shoes.  As Charles walked with
her to our car, I tried to straighten myself a bit.  Sometime along the
way, I had made a mess of myself.  Charles and Jen weren't the only ones
that enjoyed the encounter.

   After Jen was sat in our car, Charles motioned for me to join him back
at his.

   "Send me your address when you get her put to bed.  I want to send her
something tomorrow.  Also, I need your phone number so I can call her." He
wasn't in any doubt that I would comply.

   "Might as well include her dress and shoe sizes too.  Oh, and her birth
date.  I'll need to know a lot of things about her if I'm going to take
care of her right."

   Charles turned on his heel and got in his car.  The tinted window
silently rolled down.

   "I don't want her with any other men, either.  Just me and you Wayne. 
See to it."

   When we got home, Jen and I fell immediately into bed.  Both of us still
excited by what we had just done.  Jen was wet and swollen from Charles and
I was eager to see if having her after he did was as erotic as all the
stories had said it was.

   We didn't even take the time to undress.  I opened my sticky pants and
pushed them down to my knees as Jen hiked her little dress up around her
waist and straddled my middle.  The wet semen covering her crotch was cold
and slick as she ground her pubic area against mine.  I was up in her and
must have opened something inside because I soon felt a warm viscous flood
engulf my scrotum and run down into the crack of my butt.

   Jen had had a couple orgasms with Charles and I had cum in my pants
watching them so neither of us was in any hurry.  We talked and humped and
re-bonded.  The mess of semen provided by our new friend spread over our
mid-sections as we quietly whispered our love to each other.

   I was enjoying our first experience with sloppy seconds and just going
with the flow, so to speak, when Jen bent down next to my ear and
whispered.

   "Honey, Charles probably made me pregnant tonight."

   I went over the top without warning.

   We fell asleep like that and woke up the next morning pasted together.

   That was how we met Charles.  Our Charles.  The next morning, Jen went
to the clinic and got the "morning-after" solution to the pregnancy
possibility.  Although a child by a black man was an erotic thought to both
of us, we were too new to the concept to even seriously consider such an
enormous step.  The councilor, fishing for a possible rape charge, asked
Jen if the sex was consensual.  All Jen said was, "Very" with a dreamy
smile.  She also got fitted for a new diaphragm and now has the new second
generation IUD inserted.

   I made some lame excuse to break the date we had with another of our
contacts for that night and later Jen backed out of the others for us. 
Charles was what we were looking for so we decided to look no further.

   To be continued...

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