My Wife and the Black Gardeners
Copyright 1999 by Stormbringer
Revised 2008


"I don't like being around those kind of people," said Jenny,
looking
out the window at our two black gardeners mowing the lawn.

My wife was wearing a short terry cloth robe and her curly brown
hair was
tousled, but it looked pretty. I ran my eyes from her lean legs,
up to her large
breasts barely contained within a pink terry cloth robe. My wife
had just turned 30, 25 years my junior and she still had the
figure of a girl ten years
younger. She didn't work and we didn't have any children, so she
spent
her days exercising and sunbathing by our pool, wearing only a
tiny
string bikini.

I am the president of a successful technology corporation located
in
Philadelphia, which was a two hour commute for me six days a
week. We
are very well off with a large house in the country and a giant
backyard. My wife is the daughter of a close friend, who
introduced us
at church. She is shy, conservative and I took her virginity on
our
wedding night nearly five years ago. She wasn't used to being
around
different people having grown up in a close knit family. Jenny
attended
a wealthy private school with a small class size and no
minorities. Our
gardeners were the only black men she had ever conversed with and
then only if I wasn't around.

"Oh come on honey. Mark and Jerome are nice guys. They work hard
and
besides they're only here on Wednesdays, one day a week," I said.


"I don't trust them," she replied. "They're always staring at my
breasts
and rear whenever I have to talk to them. Once they caught me in
my
bikini and I thought their tongues would hit the floor. I was so
embarrassed, I couldn't look at them for a month. I'll never let
them
see my body again."

My wife didn't like men looking at her figure. When in public,
she
dressed conservatively and only wore a one piece bathing suit
when we
were on vacation. She wore a bikini only when home alone and was
so
insecure that I had to erect a large wooden fence around the yard
to
ensure her privacy, even though our nearest neighbor was five
miles
away. Privately, I had to agree. I didn't like other men looking
at her either.

Mark was riding the lawn mower around back and Jerome had just
finished
trimming the hedges. Sweat trickled down Jerome's muscular torso
and he
ducked into our pool shower to cool off. He didn't bother
shutting the
door and we watched him rinse himself off. Jerome pulled out the
front
of his shorts and let the cold water run inside, cooling off his
crotch.
He let the elastic snap back and I was surprised to see the
outline of a
large bulge under his tight shorts. He was standing about 75 feet
away,
under cold water, and it still looked huge. If my wife noticed
how hung
he was, she didn't say.

Mark came around the corner and approached me. He was of an
average
build, in his mid-forties, with graying hair. Mark owned the lawn
care
business and had hired Jerome this year as his business grew
larger
then he could handle alone. I opened the sliding glass door and
went out
to pay him.

"Mornin, Mr. Richardson," Mark said.

"Good morning Mark," I replied. "The usual price."

"Yes, sir. My that pool sure looks refreshing on a hot day like
this."

I had already filled out a check to him and handed it over.
"You're
welcome to use the shower, Mark, but the pool is for just me and
Mrs.
Richardson."

"I understand, sir," he said. "By the way, we have some personal
business to take care of next Wednesday and will be here on
Tuesday
instead."

"That's fine, Mark" I told him. "It's our anniversary, but we
probably
won't be celebrating until later, after you`ve finished. Have a
good day". I walked back into the house and told my wife that I
had to get ready to leave for work.

Jenny kissed me goodbye, then playfully opened my robe, ran her
hand down my large paunch and grabbed my penis. She started
pulling on it trying to make me erect. My penis, was only about
five and a half inches when erect, which was very rare these
days, as I had developed erectile
dysfunction after recent surgery. She pouted when an erection
failed to
materialize. I closed my robe and went upstairs to change.

Jenny followed me to the room. "Charles, it's been so long since
we've
made love and I miss you so much. I think you should get some
Viagra for
our anniversary next week."

I hated the thought of needing a pill to make love to my wife and
to
tell the truth, sex was never that important to me to begin with
as I am
career oriented. However, I loved Jenny and her happiness was
very
important to me. "Ok honey, I'll see the doctor this week about
it."

"Oh, thank you, Charles. I can't wait." she replied looking
thrilled.

****************

When I awoke Tuesday morning the following week, I was alone and
I got up to find my wife. I put my swim trunks on in the bathroom
and removed a pill from the medicine cabinet. I quickly swallowed
it and went out to the pool. Jenny was laying on her back in a
tiny white bikini with her ipod's earphones on. She had obviously
just gotten out of the pool and I could see the outline of her
large pink nipples and her bush through the wet fabric of her
bikini. She hadn't heard me come out to the patio. I
noticed several empty margarita glasses by her towel. She saw me,
got
up, and headed over to our tiki bar. I was shocked to see her
wearing a
g-string bottom, that showed off her tight butt. I felt my penis
stir
for the first time in months as I watched her butt sway. She made
two
margaritas, brought me one and said, "Happy anniversary,
Charles."

I noticed she was slurring and swaying on her feet as she said
it. "A
little early to be drinking, isn't it?"

"Well Charles, I thought we would celebrate early as there is
something
special I want to do for you to show you how much I love and
appreciate
you. Did you take the pill," she asked?

"Yes and I feel something moving down there," I said. Then to my
astonishment, my conservative wife kneeled, pulled down my
shorts, and
put her mouth on my penis right there in our yard. "Jenny, what
are you
doing? That's dirty," I said.

She let my penis plop out of my mouth and said, "Loosen up honey,
its
our anniversary and I wanted it to be special for you. Besides,
Donna
says she does it for Bill all the time and he loves it. Donna was
her
best friend and a lot wilder then Jenny.

Jenny swallowed all 5 inches into her mouth, quite easily and I
relaxed,
starting to enjoy the sensations. "It is rather nice," I said.

My cell phone suddenly rang. I answered it and heard my secretary
sounding frantic. "Mr. Richardson, all the computer systems have
crashed
and I don't know what to do," she informed me.

"Jesus! I'm on my way," I replied.

Jenny angrily spit my penis out of her mouth.
"Don't you dare leave me here all horny like this on our
anniversary?"

"Sorry honey, It's an emergency," I said.

"It's always an emergency with you," she mumbled.

I hurried into the house to change, my erection already gone. I
returned
a few minutes later. Jenny was lying on her stomach with her
earphones
back over her ears, and her margarita glass empty again. "I'll
make it
up to you tonight," I shouted, but the combination alcohol and
sun had
put her to sleep.

I got into my Mercedes and sped off down the street. What has
gotten
into my wife, I wondered? Trying to suck my penis, and saying a
word
like horny was very unusual for her. I realized I had been
neglecting
her needs, taking her for granted, and I vowed to treat her like
the
angel she was...as soon as I got back from work.

I passed Mark and Jerome in Mark's old pickup truck heading to
our
house. Mark waved and I realized I had completely forgotten they
were
coming to mow the lawn today. I picked up the phone to warn
Jenny, but
there was no answer. I hit redial about five times, finally
giving up.
The phone rang as soon as I hung up. It was my executive
assistant
calling to say a technician was coming in immediately and thought
he
could have the computers up within an hour. I thanked him and
turned the
car around. I tried calling Jenny one more time, but there was
still no answer.

When I pulled into the driveway, Mark's truck was backed up onto
the
lawn and had already been unloaded. There was no sign of either
of the
black men. I hurried around the side of the house, hoping to warn
Jenny
that they were here. I stopped at the gate and peeked through the
cracks. Jenny was still lying face down, asleep on the blanket.
Jerome was kneeling behind her gently rubbing oil onto her back.
As I watched, he gently worked his large black hands down to her
buttocks and started to massage them.

My wife smiled and stretched. She kept her eyes closed and I
could hear
her moan in pleasure from the rub down. Why was my wife letting
someone
else touch her and a black man at that? How come she didn't mind
that
his big black hands were kneading her butt cheeks?

"Oh Charles, that feels so good," she lazily spoke. "I knew you
loved me
and would come home."

She thought Jerome was me! I then noticed Mark standing nearby
looking
nervous. I wanted to rush in and break up this party, but my feet
were
frozen to the spot. Jerome was wearing his tight shorts again and
no
shirt. His well muscled chest was glistening with sweat and his
shorts
bulged out obscenely. She opened her eyes and tried to roll over,
but
his left hand rubbed her back, holding her down, while his right
hand
was working its way under her g-string. His oiled fingers entered
my
wife's vagina and began to pump in and out in slow. steady
strokes.
Jenny spread her legs wider so his big fingers could slip deeper.


The older black man was getting turned on watching them. Mark
pulled his
shirt off, then stepped out of his jeans. "Bro, I've wanted to
fuck this
rich bitch ever since we caught her in that little bikini a
couple
months ago." I was horrified at the sight of the large bulge
under his
white briefs and even more horrified when he pulled them down.
Mark's
penis looked like a plump brown banana, inches bigger then mine
and he
was only partially erect.

Jerome chuckled, "That's all you fucking talk about every time we
come
over here." Jerome was still holding her down and fingering her.
I was close enough to hear the black men whispering, and Jerome's
fingers squishing in and out of Jenny.

Jenny still couldn't hear them with the music blaring in her
ears. She
was really starting to get into his fingering her. She raised her
butt
up a little, thrusting back at him. Oh Charles, it feels so
good," she
cried. "Make love to me now. It's been so long and I need it so
bad."

Jenny tried to turn over again, but Jerome pulled up on her hips
so that
she was kneeling. He quickly stood up and removed his shorts.
Jerome had a massive black penis that jutted out about ten
inches, still
not fully grown. He was twice as long as me, about three times as
big
around and it was getting bigger. He kneeled behind her and oiled
his
penis up until it was nearly a foot long. He then removed Jenny's
headphones, untied her bikini top, ripped off her g-string, and
positioned the huge head of his penis on her vaginal lips. He
coated the
head with the copious amount a fluid leaking between her legs.

"I need you in me," my wife moaned. "Give me all five inches,
right
now." Jerome looked down at his giant penis and worked the big
head in.
Jenny gasped with pleasure and I could see a big grin appear on
her
face. "God, Charles, it feels so thick. The Viagra must be
working."

Jerome fucked her with about five inches for a few minutes. She
started
thrusting back, moaning with pleasure. Jerome gave her another
inch and
Jenny's eyes opened wide with delight. "Ohh god, Charles. I feel
funny...it's thick...bigger then normal. Gawd, it's good. I don't
know what's
happen.......Ah ah ah Ohhhhh." Jenny's whole body seemed to shake
violently.

As my wife was experiencing the first orgasm of her life, she
reared her
head back, then turned to look behind her. She was radiant and
beautiful, smiling as she suddenly saw Mark standing near her
with his
huge prick in his hand. Her smile faded. "Oh my god! Charles,
that damn
black animal is watching us. Do something," she said looked back
at
Jerome. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the black man.
"Ah ah.
What are you doing? oh yes. so big," she cried. "What have I
done? This can't be happening. Ohhh." Jenny realized he was still
fucking her and she was still pushing back into his thrusts.
Jenny started to struggle, but Jerome held her in place firmly
and shoved his penis in to the hilt.
Jenny was crying now. "Please, too big. Please take it out. It
hurts."

"You'll be beggin for more black cock by the time I'm done with
ya,"
Jerome growled. "Besides, you asked me to fuck you. Mark heard
it,
didn't you?"

Jenny looked at Mark standing there with his ten inch cock in his
hand.
He started walking towards her. "Yep, Jerome, she was beggin you
to
stick it in, but she only asked for half yo dick."

"That's because I thought you were my husband," Jenny cried.

"Your husband only has half a dick?" they both chimed in unison,
laughing.

Jerome had stopped with his penis all the way in Jenny so that
she could
get used to his size. She was still crying, but the look of pain
was gone. Now she looked shocked and surprised. "Please stop, I'm
married. I can't make love to another man, especially a black
one. I promise I won't tell anyone. Please, I can't take your
penis, it's too big." Her words didn't convince neither the black
men, nor me for that matter. The sides of her mouth were curling
up into a pleasurable smile and her nipples were rock hard on her
hanging breasts. Jerome was holding still, but appeared to be
concentrating on something. I think he was making his huge penis
jerk because her body was making little spasms. Whatever it was
he was doing, Jenny was getting into it. "Married," she said
half-heartedly, her tongue running across her lips.

"Shut her up, boss," said Jerome. Mark kneeled in front of her
and stuck
his large penis in her open mouth. Jerome said roughly, "Look
bitch,
first off, black men don't make love, we fuck, and we don't fuck
with a
penis, we fuck with a cock. Penises are for fat, old white men
with half
sized cocks, likes yo husband."

Jenny, unable to protest with Mark's large "cock" stuck in her
mouth had
apparently decided to just kneel there and take it. She was used
to sex
lasting about five minutes with me and must have figured it would
be
over before she knew it. Jerome started to move. He would slide
all twelve inches out and then quickly slide his "cock" in to the
hilt. Since Jenny was not actively sucking Marks "cock", he was
moving her head up and down on it. Several inches were
disappearing in her mouth and slowly but surely more and more
black cock disappeared down her throat. Jerome's slow, deep
strokes began to produce results almost immediately. Jenny's
large breasts were hanging ponderously and
her big nipples were swelling so big, they almost reached the
cement.
Almost imperceptibly, she started raising her butt to match his
thrusts.
Jerome and Mark noticed this change too and they high fived each
other
over her back. Mark reached down to play with her breasts. They
knew
they had her in their power.

"Shit," said Mark, "I hate you rich white bitches, always looking
down on us black men, thinkin we be dirtying up your pools if we
swim in dem. You all the same though, once you get a taste of
black cock, you all turn into sluts." Jerome motioned for Mark to
remove his cock from her mouth, which he did. Mark then slid
under her and started sucking on her
nipples.

"No," Jenny cried, "it's not true, I'm not a slut. I love my
husband."

"If your husband loved you, why you here alone on your
anniversary?" Jerome asked.

"No." Jenny shook her head in denial and a look of realization
crossed
her face. She shuddered, no longer denying the pleasure she felt.
I
could almost see a physical change come over her, gone was my
shy,
loving wife, replaced by a slut for the foot long black cock in
her
pussy. She started fucking Jerome back. moaning with pleasure.

Jerome said, "That's it baby, now you're getting into it." He put
his
finger in his mouth to moisten it and the slowly worked it into
her ass.

"My god," she cried. "I've never felt so full in my life." Jenny
screamed and shuddered as the second orgasm in her life worked
its way
through her body. Jerome removed his big cock with a plop before
she was
done cumming. "No, please I want more," Jenny moaned.

He flipped her over on her back and raised her knees into his
arms. She
smiled as he entered her vagina and started fucking her again,
hard this
time. "I want you to see who's fucking you. Jenny, do you like
the way I fuck your pussy?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, god, yes." she cried as her pussy writhed around his
cock
whenever he impaled her.

"Then tell me how much you love it," he demanded.

"I love your big black cock. Fuck me like I've never been fucked
before.
Fuck my white pussy." Jenny had never said words like this
before.

"Is it bigger then your husbands?" Jerome asked knowingly.

"Twice as big," Jenny replied. "Now I know what it's like to be
fucked
by a real man. Your cockhead feels like it`s in my fucking womb."
 Tired of being left out, Mark stuck his cock back in
Jenny's face. She reached out, caressed it lovingly. "I swear, I
didn't
know god made cocks this big." Then she engulfed Mark's cock in
her
mouth and tried to deep throat him.

They had been at it for about 45 minutes now.  I looked down and
realized I was as hard as a rock. This was a better erection then
the
Viagra gave me. I began stroking my penis, and I realized that
not only
had these two giant black men dominated my wife, but they had
dominated
me as well. I had been too scared to move from this spot. I could
of
stopped this. I thought of myself as a half-man with a little
penis.
They had cocks and they used them to fuck. I could never give my
wife
the pleasure she was getting from these two. I had been stroking
my
penis for five minutes when I felt myself starting to cum.

Jerome was starting to shake with pleasure. "Here it comes,
baby," he
bellowed.

"NO! Pull out. I'm not on the...", but it was too late. Jenny
screamed as another large orgasm hit her when his cum sprayed her
womb.
Jerome removed his cock just as another large
strand of semen erupted from the head and landed on her flat
belly. A
large pool of semen started leaking out from Jenny's vagina.

Jerome sat back to rest and Jenny turned her attention to making
Mark
cum. He came quickly. Jenny's cheeks bulged out, and semen
dribbled down
her chin. She removed her mouth to swallow and Mark shot what
looked
like a shot glass's worth of sperm all over her pretty face.

I came when they did, I felt the semen well up in my balls and
then a
little drop trickled out. A second drop caused the first to drip
to the
grass. I sat down and cried.

I looked back through the fence when I heard a splash. Mark and
Jerome
were swimming in our pool, buck naked. Jenny was at the bar
making them
all margaritas. She sat between them on the edge of the pool and
I
noticed their cocks were hard again.

"Here's to the best anniversary, I've ever had," she toasted.

"Cheers," Mark and Jerome said together.

For the next hour, I saw Mark fuck her on the diving board. I
watched as
Jenny mounted Jerome's foot long monster and took Mark's entire
cock in
her ass. All of her holes were used by these two hung studs.

When I realized the party was winding down, I ran back to the
Mercedes
and drove down to the end of the street, parking where I could
watch the
house. I needed time to think. As I watched the house, Mark would
come
out to his truck, get his yard tools, and work for half an hour.
Then
Jerome would swap off with him. They had been at my house for six
hours
when I noticed them pull out of the driveway.
I turned onto the road. Mark flashed his lights as I approached
and I
stopped. I nervously rolled my window down.

"Sorry, Mr. Richardson, but Mrs. Richardson forgot to pay us for
all the
hard (he emphasized hard) work we did today."

My voice was hoarse as I reached into my wallet and removed his
money.
"Didn't I pass you boys earlier today?"

"Oh sorry sir, but we forgot some tools and had to leave and come
(he
emphasized cum) back. It's hard to do the job when you don't have
the
right tool," he said. "By the way sir, we did some extra work
around the
pool for your wife and she said you'd give us a bonus."

I pulled an extra fifty out of the wallet and handed it to Mark.
They
thanked me and drove off laughing. I had given them a bonus for
fucking
my wife and making me a cuckold.

I went home and found my wife asleep. She had cleaned herself up
and was
sleeping contentedly with a big grin on her face. I woke her and
she
prepared my anniversary dinner of cold leftovers. She was silent
through
most of the meal.

"I was thinking about what you said about Mark and Jerome last
week and
I will replace them with another company," I told her.

"No way honey, I changed my mind about them," she replied.
"They're the
only real men around here with the right equipment." she added,
"for the
lawn that is."

I threw the Viagra away before dejectedly heading to bed that
night.
When I turned out the lights, Jenny sat up and said, "By the way,
honey,
I think that this time of year the grass is growing so fast we
should
get it cut twice a week."

"Anything you want dear," I cried into my pillow.

The End

Author's Note: This was my second story and pretty good for one
of my earliest works. My biggest fetish has always been the
cheating/betrayal theme. As I read sex stories in magazines and
later on the internet, I found that far too many of the cheating
wife stories were about husbands desperate for their wives to
sleep with other men. Where's the excitement there? At that
point, I decided to try my hand at writing actual cheating
stories and the vast majority of the stories that followed this
one reflect that. The betrayal makes this story exciting. The
husband betrays his wife by not being man enough to interfere.
The wife betrays her husband by sleeping with two hung studs
overcoming her racism. This was also my first interracial story.
I always planned on writing some since theme occurs often in
cheating wife stories, but I didn't plan on becoming a
predominately IR author. Later, an IR website gave me a
membership in exchange for stories and I wrote several more.
Eventually the subject came to dominate my stories.