This is an interracial, cheating, voyeur story.
Report: Ziff (wf-bm, cheating)
by
zifferman@aol.com (Zifferman)
My wife, Coleen, manages a small travel agency. Last week, she hired
Titus. That hiring resulted in fireworks for Titus, my wife and me -- and I'm
writing to tell you about it. First let me describe the "stars"of my letter.
Titus is Black, 28, and a real hunk -- muscles everywhere. Coleen is 25, 5'6,
120 lbs, 36-22-34. She had sandy-blond hair and large blue eyes. She wears
sexy clothes, too-low cut and tight tank tops, miniskirts, textured nylons, but
at her work she dresses rather conservatively, usually business suits and
skirts.
You see, I'd suggested to Titus, whom I knew through my gym, to apply at
Coleen's travel agency when he told me one day that he was looking for a new
position. I don't know why I didn't mention that Coleen, who kept her maiden
name for professional reasons, was my wife. Titus was excited when he told me
about his new job -- and his new boss.
"The White chick I work for is sexy as hell!" he told me, then went on to
describe Coleen's "tremendous tits" and "tight ass." Well, that sounds like my
Coleen.
"I'm going to lay that babe," he concluded, "going to shaft her deep!."
He raised his hands for a high-five and let out a loud, "Oowwwweeee! Am I ever
going to fuck her good," as our hands met.
"Good luck," I called out as he walked away. Good Luck? Jesus! I'd just
wished a guy "good luck" in balling my wife! Then I realized my dick was
getting firm as I imagined his Black hand squeezing Coleen's big creamy
knockers and his Black cock pistoning into her tight, pink pussy. Okay, I
confess. There was method to my wishing him good luck. You see, Coleen hadn't
been interested in sex since she got that damned travel agency. She had been so
interested in making her business a success that it occupied most of her time,
and she was often far too tired for sex at the end of the day. If Titus got
into her pants... maybe it would revive her interest in sex.
Still, I felt a little guilty about putting this pussy-hound in my wife's
work place.
About three days after Titus told me he had been hired at the travel
agency my wife came home and tossed her brief case onto the kitchen table and
slumped into a chair, seemingly exhausted.
"Oh, did I tell you I hired a new employee this week?" she asked with a
yawn.
"No. Who is... she?" I asked disinterestedly, my pulse quickening.
"He's a man, Mike. He seems like a pretty good worker. After I train him
he should be first rate."
"A man, eh? What's he like?" I asked with an evil grin. Coleen scrowled
at me. "You have to assume there's something there, don't you?"
"Naw, I'm just joking, Nor. Really, what's he like?"
"He's about 28, I'd guess. Handsome, in a way." she said, pulling off
her light gray jacket and shaking her hair free from it's bun. I could have
been mistaken, but I believe her nipples were now poking through the material
of her white blouse. I knew better than to ask too many questions for now.
Later that night, as we lay in bed, I began to nuzzle her neck. She told me
she was too tired bluntly and asked me to wait until the weekend.
At the gym the next day, Titus went on about his new boss again. "She is
so FINE!"
"Is she married," I asked.
"Yeah, but that won't matter. A lot of married women are getting
business taken care of at home and are hot to fuck."
"Do you think she is interested?"
"Fuckin' A, she's interested! She took me to lunch yesterday. We had a
great time. I tried to steer the conversation around to sex a few times, but
she is still acting coy. I had such a boner! I got up to pay the check and I
made sure she got a good look at it bulging in my pants. When I looked down
her eyes were riveted to my johnson. Then she looked up, kinda shocked and red
in the face, but she smiled. "
"Wow. Sounds like you got it in the bag, man," I said, feeling a lump
growing in my throat.
"Yeah. And this bitch customer came in to see about a trip. I started
flirting with her and Coleen, my boss, came over and said she would handle this
customer. She was fuckin' jealous, man, that I was hitting on this new bitch!"
He clapped his hands and giggled gleefully.
"How can you be sure? I mean, how can you be sure she's... interested?"
I asked, my voice cracking like a boy going through adolescence.
"Hey, I don't want to offend you or anything, but when I was in college
the one lesson that I learned best was that ALL WHITE BITCHES had this Black
fantasy! I must of fucked a hundred of them, and some would actually admit it
while the others tried to hide it. I can tell this Coleen is no different from
those cheerleaders, business major and pre-med bitches I fucked in school."
After our workout we headed for the showers. Now, I usually try to
shower alone at the gym but this time I made it a point to shower with Titus.
When I got into the communal shower stall I had to halt in my tracks. Titus had
the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It hung limply down from the apex of his groin
and jutted out from his legs slightly, resting on two large hairless balls. His
dong was a little like a baseball bat: thinner at the top and fatter at the
end. Titus's body was almost hairless, except for a little "spider" of thick
Black curls just over the top of his dong.
I felt so intimidated by being so close to such a well-hung man that my
own penis seemed to shrink up. I looked down and it couldn't have been more
than two inches long, compared to his ten-incher. Titus looked at me, at my
dong, then smiled and turned away chuckling to himself. The conceited bastard.
He began soaping up that swinging piece of meat, pulling it between his foamy
fists. I made a short shower of it and darted back into the locker room.
When Titus came out of the shower he dried himself off. Then, to my
surprise, he pulled on his dress slacks without putting on underwear. He
smiled at me as he fed' his dong gently down one leg of his slacks, "This
drives the women wild!" I knew he was returning to my wife's office and the
only thing between Coleen and that dangerous cock was the sheer material of his
pinstriped slacks.
That night, Coleen seemed distracted. I spoke to her several times
without her even hearing me. She attributed it to work and I suggested that
she take a week off, since her new man was doing so well. She quickly
dismissed the idea. He wasn't completely trained, yet. She had a far-away look
in her eyes when she started talking about him and I guessed she was thinking
about his body.
"You never told me, is this new guy married?" I asked.
"I believe so. I think he's happily married with a few kids. Why do you
ask?"
"Just making conversation, hon," I gritted my teeth. Coleen had never
lied to me before, that I know of. And she had to know that Titus wasn't
married.
Later, we had our standard, weekly lack-luster missionary sex. It lasted
about five minutes and she turned away from me. I could tell from her
breathing that she wasn't asleep and I wondered what it was that she was
thinking about.
I started hanging around with Titus more and more at the gym and our
conversation often turned to his new lady boss.
"Just yesterday, I had to come into her office to talk about something,
and she started kinda chewing on this pencil in a real suggestive way. Got me
hard thinking about her chewing my johnson instead! She caught sight of my
stiffie and smiled up at me as nice as you please, with the broadest grin."
I picked up the pace on my exercise bike unintentionally. "She must want
it bad, do you suppose?"
"Hell, she NEEDS it bad. She and I started talking about her home life
and, as I suspected, hubby isn't taking care of business!"
"She told you this?" My sweat suddenly chilled.
"Well, not directly. She said that she and he husband often were going
in different directions at home due to their jobs. I know exactly what she
meant."
Good girl, Coleen, I thought to myself. Don't let this bastard get the
best of you. I found myself hoping that Titus would come to the gym soon and
admit that he had struck out with his new boss. I had a large part in bringing
this situation about and now I felt trapped by my duplicity. I was little more
than a passive viewer in what could very well be my cuckoldry.
You guessed it! Two days later, Titus showed up just as I was leaving
the gym. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"Buy you a beer?" he invited.
Over beer Titus told me he'd fucked Coleen the day before. He said he
had her bra in his car to show me, then cupped his hands to match her boobs,
"Damned n-I-c-e tits. A real handful!" he exclaimed. Shit! I had to know more.
"How'd you do it, I asked.
"Easy! Got the chick in the storeroom and laid her, right on top of the
counter!" I had to ask: "Coleen ever tell you who her guy is?"
"Nope. Hope he loves to screw, though. He's got a real sex machine in
that gal!" I let it go at that. "Goin' to take her again, real soon!" Titus
confided. "Goin' to tie the chick to that stepladder in the storeroom. Then
when she's super-hot, I goin' to take her!"
Part of me disbelieve his bravado. I raced home to ensure that I arrived
before Coleen. If she was surprised at my presence she never let on. She
mumbled something about a "hard day" and went into the bed room. I waited a
moment, then walked into the bed room to pick up a book I'd been reading. She
had removed her jacket and I could see her unbound tits swaying beneath her
silken shirt.
"Coleen! I'm surprised at you. I've never known you not to wear a bra
to work!" I said, trying hard to sound mildly amused.
She studered, and my heart sank. It had to be true, Titus had fucked my
wife. Now, she was offering lame excuses for the evidence of her betrayal.
"Well... I was trying for a different look, Mike. I rather don't care
for it, though," she said, casually turning away from me.
"I like it. It looks hot!" I growled as I slipped up behind her and
cupped one heavy tit in my hand.
"Please! Mike! I'm very tired. I'm just not in the mood!" Coleen
pulled away from me and began removing her jewelry.
I couldn't wait to talk with Titus again. I took some time off from my
work to be sure that I could come to the gym earlier than usual and stay a
little later, to ensure that I'd happen to run into Titus again. Part of me
wanted to hear him say that his boss had told him what they had done was a
mistake, that it wouldn't happen again, that she loved her husband too much.
It was a week later that I saw Titus enter my gym. He looked tired but
managed a weak grin when he saw me.
I couldn't be coy. "Well, tell me about your new lady boss!"
"Shit, man. The reason that I haven't been able to come to the gym on my
lunch hour this whole past week is cause she wants to fuck every day now!
She tells the office help that she and I are going to lunch, but we go to
her house and fuck our brains out every afternoon."
I felt my sphincter tighten, as if I was the one being fucked. Not only
was my sweet wife screwing this big-dicked wonder but she had been doing it in
my house, in the very bed that I'd been sharing with her these past nights!
He told me he had tied Coleen up with her nylons and played with her body
all over, sucking her tits, sticking his fingers inside her pussy and
asshole... sucking on her clit, sticking his tongue up inside her ass... she
was hot... wet, dripping girl cum all over the place... then he pulled off his
pants, out popped his long Black cock... she went crazy for a good fucking...
he untied her, she fell to her knees and started sucking on that big monster,
sucking and licking the head... rubbing his balls... taking all of his cock
into her... he fucked her in the mouth twice, in the ass twice and in her pussy
three times..and she still wanted more of his cock. He said her asshole and
pussy was red from all of that fucking, and she wanted more... she fell asleep
with his cock in her mouth.
I couldn't hear anymore so I excused myself.
I considered suicide. I mentally composed the note that I'd leave,
accusing her of infidelity. That would make her sorry, you bet. Then I
thought that I'd be the butt of everyone's jokes. What a sorry sack of shit
I'd be if I killed myself over something like this. Hell, just divorce her.
No, I couldn't. I loved Coleen too much. She'd be the mother of our children.
This was just a temporary set back in our lives. It was all Titus's fault.
That resivoir of testosterone had seduced my loving wife. Who was I fooling?
I'd set the whole thing up. I was as guilty as Coleen and Titus, perhaps more
so because I was the only one who knew all the facts. I'd have to confront
her, tell her what I'd done, beg for forgiveness. I might even get her to
feeling responsible for this. I'd tell her that I'd done it because of how
cold she'd been to me physically, and that I'd made this sacrifice in hopes of
loosing her up.
Or I could speak with Titus. I could tell him that I'll kill him if he
doesn't disappear. No. That wouldn't work. Titus could wipe the floor with
me.
The next morning I dressed for work. I kissed Coleen on the cheek as she
left. Then I called work and told them I was using a sick day.
I looked around my bedroom. Now, even the furniture seemed to mock me.
Coleen and Titus had probably billowed these curtains with their ecstatic
cries.
When I heard a car in my driveway I went into hiding in our closet. It
has sliding mirrored door so I could easily leave them open a bit without it
looking strange. At first I heard her high-pitched laughter and his deeper
mumblings.
They entered the bedroom. Coleen was playfully leading him by his
necktie. She stopped, turned and stood on her toes to kiss him deeply on the
mouth, his hands cupping her firm ass cheeks. They looked like they were
devouring one another and I could see his hands kneading her butt, pulling her
tight against his crotch. She responded by rubbing her hips back and forth
against his groin.
It was like I was watching someone else, some stranger, making out with
Titus. Coleen seemed to have taken on a whole new personality. My normally
demure, reserved wife had turned into a sex-starved harlot in the space of a
few weeks.
Coleen pulled away from Titus and I could see that his pleated dress
pants were obscenely tented. Obviously, he wasn't wearing any underwear and
his bloated cock was testing the strength of his zipper. My wife regarded his
covered boner with awe, then massaged it with the palm of one hand. "God!
I love this!" she hissed between clenched teeth.
Coleen tore herself away from Titus's cock and began to methodically
undress, carefully folding her jacket and her skirt, and laid then on a chair.
She bent forward and unclasped her bra, her heavy, proud tits standing out from
her narrow chest like twin capital domes.
Titus had sat back against the dresser and watched my wife undress. His
pecker was twitching noticeably. "You'd better get those slacks off, lover,
before you have to go back to the office with a major spooge spot on them," my
wife giggled. I'd never heard her use the word "spooge" before.
Coleen sat on the bed and watched Titus undress. I sensed that this was
their drill: first, she undressed with him watching, then he undressed for her.
Titus slowly removed his coat and tossed it aside. He moved like a practiced
stripper. He tossed his tie to my wife who crumpled it up and held it to her
nose, drinking in the scent of him. Titus roughly pulled his shirt tails from
his pants and almost tore his dress shirt off, revealing his sculpted torso He
looked darker in my dim bedroom that I remembered him at the gym.
Coleen couldn't stand it any more. She fell to her knees in front of
Titus and struggled with his belt and zipper with hands made awkward by lust.
"Here, here..." he said, and he undid his slacks.
His monstrous cock, now free, almost hit Coleen on the face. I gasped
unexpectedly. I'd seen his organ limp at the gym, but I never figured that it
could get even larger. He was hung like a porn star. Titus had told me that
he had used this tool on his boss' butt. I doubted that now.
There was no way my petite wife could take that thing up her poop chute.
Coleen studied the bobbing instrument before her eyes for a long moment. I
could see a pearly-white droplet of pre-cum form at the large eye on the tip of
the faired glans. She slowly opened her delicate lips and slid as much of his
cock into her mouth as she could.
I watched for the next hour or so as they fucked and sucked in almost
every way imaginable. The guy had fantastic control and staying power, I have
to admit. Before he actually stuck his dong in her pussy he pulled out this
magnum-sized condom and rolled it down the length of his cock.
Coleen laid on her back and spread her long, athletic legs. She reached
around her bottom and pulled open her pussy lips, spreading back the thick
auburn pubes that I love so. Titus situated himself over her, his muscles
tensed, and slowly lowered his pelvis, sinking his dork into her ruddy pussy.
Coleen had to bend her head back so that her eyes were lost in the pillows.
"Fuck! That feels so freakin' good! Go easy. Give me a chance to
stretch!" she almost pleaded.
"Sure thing, babe," he grunted, sweat dripping from his glistening body.
When I thought that he surely had hit bottom he slid in a little more.
Finally, his balls shook as his shaft hit the end of her tunnel. Slowly, he
withdrew, then sunk it back in, quickening the pace ever so perceptibly.
Soon they were fucking like a precision machine. He reached down, put
his arms around her narrow waist and spun her on his pole so that she was on
all fours. She leaned down, smashing her huge breasts under like pillows, and
chewed on the bed covers. His thrusts were lifting her off her knees and
sending ripples through her muscular ass. As his cock hit her cervix his heavy
balls would pivot up and slap the underside of the unused portion of his cock
with a wet, meaty slap.
At last they both climaxed together and rolled onto their sides, his cock
still embedded in her splayed cunt. They rested, trying to get their breath.
"Did you tell your man about us yet, lady?" Titus's voice broke their
reverie.
"Uh... not yet," came my wife's hesitant reply.
"How come? You told me you was going too!"
"I know, hon, but it's hard. I've been with him for five years. He's a
good man. I have to find a way to make this easy for him." Her voice was
quaking with emotion and I thought she was going to cry.
"Ain't no way leaving this," he reached around a stroked her enlarged
clit, "is gonna be easy!"
"Oh God! Don't get me started again! We have to get back to the office!
C'mon, let's take a shower. And behave yourself this time! I'm starting to
loose business with these two hour lunches'!"
Titus started to pull his dong out of my wife's pussy. She reached
around and put a hand on his ass to slow him down. "Take it easy. I'm kinda
sore," she giggled mischievously. Titus slowly slid his ebony tool out and it
flopped wetly on the inside of her thigh. Then I saw that the rubber he had so
laboriously applied an hour ago was now just a little rubber ring around the
base of his cock.
"Damn it, Titus! You busted another rubber! Are you trying to knock me
up?" my wife demanded as she stood, wiping her cunt with a washcloth.
"It ain't my fault," laughed Titus. "You act like I did it on purpose.
And what difference does it make? We'll be together soon, and if you have a
little sugar baby we can raise him together."
"I'll have five of your kids, stud, but you have to wait until the
divorce is final."
Divorce! It'd come to that. My heart sank as I realized that she'd
fallen in love with Titus. It wasn't just a physical thing, as I'd hoped.
They showered, and must have played around a bit, judging from Coleen's
naughty giggles. Then she stripped the bed, they dressed and they were out the
door.
I waited until I heard her car engine fade in the distance. I came out
and collapsed on the bed, sobbing. I pulled out my hard cock and jacked off
into the washcloth she had used to wipe her snatch, my mind working
frantically, searching for a solution. At last it came to me. I went to the
gym every day for two weeks before Titus showed up.
"Hey, my man! What it be like," he smiled.
"Long time no see, pal. That new boss keeping you busy?" I bit my
tongue to keep from cussing him out.
"I got such a sweet deal with that bitch. She's gonna dump her ol' man
and live with me. Hell, she'll probably get the house and both cars.
I'll be set for life."
While Titus was working out I slipped the package I'd brought with me
into his gym bag. By the time the cops I'd called arrived Titus was in the
shower. They ordered him out at gun point and spread him flat on the floor,
his fat cock trailing down between his spread legs.
"It's right here, officer," I pointed out Titus's gym bag. The policeman
opened the bag and found the bundles of cocaine I'd placed there.
"He offered to sell me one for twenty dollars. Dirty drug dealer," I
spat out the words.
"What the fuck is this, Mike? Some kinda joke? Tell'em I never tried to
sell you any drugs. I never even seen that stuff before!"
When the deputy district attorney interviewed me about the case the next
day I told him my prepared story, about how Titus, whom I barely knew, was the
main dealer at the gym.
With that much evidence and a reliable eye witness, Titus's attorney told
him his only chance was to plead guilty and get the best deal from the DA.
I never even had to go to court.
Titus got eight years for dealing. The next piece of ass he gets is
going to have a set of nuts swinging beneath it.
Later, when I came home, I found Coleen crying in the living room. She
told me it was just her time of the month and she was real emotional. I asked
her about work, about the new guy.
"Oh, he didn't work out. I had to let him go," she sniffled.
But Titus got his revenge. When the doctor handed me my new son with a
look of embarrassment on his face I saw that the boy was coffee brown with a
cock already as long as my own.
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