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Sharing My Wife With Roger (MMF, voy, intr, preg)
by Anon NixPixer - 1994
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I am a 29-year-old male and am married to Julie who is 22. Although
I had only been married for less than a year, I can say in
reflection that I was a fool for not realizing exactly what I had.
Julie is incredibly beautiful. She is petite at 5' 6" and looks
like she fell out of the pages of a sports illustrated swimsuit
edition.
Her long blond hair does not come out of a bottle like so many
other "pretend" blonds, and her blue eyes exude an aura of
innocence. Although I was always extremely proud to be seen with
her on my arm I can say now that I began to take her for granted
something I never thought I would or could do. Increasing I began
to take to drink and although Julie asked me to slow down but I
didn't listen. Most Friday and Saturday nights our house rocked to
the beat of a party.
One Friday night during such a party, Julie surprised me by
actively joining in and drinking. She drank like a fish until she
finally was so plastered that she was leaning against the counter
to stand up. I was pretty wasted myself from a combination of pot
and alcohol so when she asked me to help her upstairs I was really
in no condition to go upstairs myself. I asked my friend Roger to
help me get her up to our room. Roger is the biggest black man I
have ever seen and he quickly volunteered his services. I saw Roger
wrap his large arms around my wife and steer her toward the stairs.
At the stairs we could not all three go up at the same time so
roger changed his grip and virtually carried her up while I
followed behind. I noticed that Roger's large black hands were
cupping her breasts due to the manner in which he had a hold of
her, but I assumed it was accidental. Roger led Julie who by now
was virtually comatose into our bedroom and deposited her gently on
the bed. I leaned against the bedroom door, too stoned to move as
roger stood over Julie. My wife was now asleep and I doubt if
anything could have woken her up.
I heard roger asking me whether he should undress her and put her
in the bed. In my stupor I just told him to go ahead, not prepared
myself to move from the doorway that held me up. I watched almost
detached from my body as Roger began to undress my wife. I watched
him undo her jeans and peel them down her legs exposing my wife
skimpy pink panties to his appreciative gaze. Then he gently pulled
her blouse over her head until my wife lay atop the bed in only her
matching pink bra and panties.
I expected Roger to stop then but with one quick movement he undid
and removed her bra allowing her pert breasts release. He paused
for a moment and took in the beautiful sight of her long nipples,
then he moved down the bed and pulled her panties down exposing her
cropped blond bush to his view. I moved at that point into the
room, closing the door behind me. "Better put her into bed buddy,"
I told him as I slumped into a chair beside the bed.
"Yea, she looks good enough to eat," answered Roger not taking his
eyes of her.
"Yea," I replied like a zombie.
"Can I touch her?" asked Roger.
To this day I wonder why I answered the way I did, it was like this
happened every day. Sure, why not I answered. I watched as my
friend fondled her breasts until her breasts were stimulated to
erectness despite her being unconscious. It was like I was watching
a porn movie and when he gently pulled her legs apart and slid a
large black digit up my wife's pussy I felt like this had to go
further. I felt my own cock began to stir as he probed my wife's
pussy and I told him that I was getting incredibly turned on.
"Can I fuck her?" he asked me.
"I don't think so," I replied, "she might wake up."
"She's fucked up man," he said, "she won't even know I've done it."
No, you'd better not," I told him again, "she can't take the pill
and I've no condoms left."
"Come on buddy," he replied, "I can pull out, you can't leave me in
this state."
I told him several more times that he couldn't fuck her, but every
time he pleaded with me stronger. I don't know why but I finally
gave in, probably because I was too stoned to continue arguing with
him.
"Ok, I told him, "but you have to pull out, promise?"
"No problem man," he answered.
I watched as he removed his shirt and then unzipped and dropped his
jeans. When he underpants were removed I saw the largest cock I've
ever seen. It was enormous, probably twice the size of mine and it
bobbed toward the ceiling as he moved to the foot of our bed.
I watched like a zombie as this black man moved between my small
wife's legs. He picked her legs up and settled them on his
shoulders as he positioned his bulbous cock at the entrance to her
pussy. I watched him move one hand between her legs to hold her
pussy lips apart and then slowly he began to force his monster cock
inside my wife's body.
He groaned with the tightness as he pussy strained to accept his
girth and then with half of his cock buried within her body he
suddenly thrust hard completing the coupling. Holding himself deep
within her body, I could see his heavy dark balls compressed
against my wife milky white buttocks.
"She's fucken tight," he moaned in appreciation then he began to
slowly fuck my wife almost fully extracting his large organ before
once again burring himself to the root within her.
I grew even harder as I watched my wife's pussy clinging to his
shaft with even action, compressing and sucking along with his
thrusts. "She's great, said Roger not stopping in his fucking, "I'd
love to come inside this bitch."
"No!" I said, "You have to pull out, you promised."
"I know," answered Roger, "but what's the chance of her getting
knocked up by just one fuck?"
"I don't know," I replied.
"I do," answered Roger, "hell I've been fucking woman for years
without protection. Hell I'm probably fucken sterile."
We both laughed.
"C'mon man," pleaded Roger, "what's one fuck between friends."
I hesitated for a moment as I watched Roger fucking my wife and
then I guess I lost total control of my good sense because I
shrugged my shoulders and told him he could come inside Julie.
"Thanks man," moaned Roger without missing a beat in his fucking.
"I was beginning to think I wouldn't be able to pull out anyway."
To this day I wonder how I could have just sat there so matter of
factly and watched another man putting the meat to my wife. It was
like this was not really happening, yet it was strangely exciting
to see this black man taking my white wife without her knowledge.
Now that he had my consent to come inside my wife his thrusts grew
in intensity until he was really hammering away at Julies pussy.
For her part she was like a rag doll under his thrust, limp in her
comatose state.
"FUCK! I'm gonna come man!" he announced. "Last chance man, where
am I gonna put all this jizz I've built up?"
Even though Roger was giving me an out it was like it wasn't my
talking even as the words, "Hose her cunt," came out of my mouth.
"You got it man," he grunted and I watched as he pulled her deep
onto his root as he grunted in orgasm. I could see his arse cheeks
contracting with every spasm of cum that gushed from his nuts, down
his shaft to spit in great fury deep within my wife's womb.
After about 30 seconds, his face was flushed and sweat dripped from
his forehead as he slowly began to fuck into my wife again, pushing
his seed deeper into her womb. I could see the shiny coating of his
seed as it clung to the shaft of his cock on the upstroke. Then
finally after about a minute of after fucking he slowly withdrew
his now shrinking cock.
A ribbon of come clung to it, momentarily connecting to her pussy
then it broke to cling to her pubic hair. Damn that was one fine
fuck said Roger straightening up. I could see my wife's pussy lips
gaping wide. Rogers's sperm dripped from between her abused pussy
to pool on the bed between her legs. Roger went to the bathroom and
returned with a cloth to clean her up then he gently placed her in
the bed, sucking on her breast for a second before covering her.
That was 8 months ago. Julie has no idea that Roger fucked her that
night, and no idea that the baby that grows within her body belongs
to Roger and not me. She wrote it off to a faulty condom but I know
that is not the case, I also know only too well that Roger is not
sterile. When the baby is delivered and is black the truth will
come out and I know that Julie will probably divorce me. Who can
blame her?