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Archive name: reality.txt (MF, intr, wife-cheat)
Authors name: Lyndon Brown (indysheets@hotmail.com) 
Story title : Reality

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Reality (MF, intr, wife-cheat)
by Lyndon Brown (indysheets@hotmail.com) 


This is the first story I wrote. I put it together to 
win a T-shirt from Penthouse Letters. Its kind of a 
reverse-image of their usual story: I didn't think it 
would be published. They put it on the cover! I didn't 
like the way they edited the story: they removed the 
edge, and mangled the one punch line. And I never got 
the frigging shirt!

You don't have to send me a shirt, but I would 
appreciate your advice and comments!

***

In the stories I've read, husbands are always willing 
and eager to share their wives with another man. The 
wives always still look like high school cheerleaders, 
and all will abandon their good sense, morals and 
inhibitions upon first sight of a big stiff cock, 
especially a black one. All black men have thick ten-
inch cocks, which never lose their stiffness, even 
after multiple massive ejaculations. All real people 
are not like this. But some are.

***

My job requires that I live away from home and family. 
I never worried about my wife when we were apart. We 
thoroughly enjoy our catch-up time in bed whenever I 
can manage a weekend at home.

When my son asked if one of his buddies could stay with 
him, until the disruption caused by his parents' 
divorce settled down, I saw no problem. I even talked 
with Tony briefly several times when he answered our 
phone. He seemed like a nice enough kid.

I met Tony, or "Pony" as his friends call him, when I 
was able to arrange a long weekend at home last month. 
He, my son, and some other guys were shooting hoops in 
our driveway when I arrived. Tony turned out to be a 
tall, athletically built young black man. His size, 
strength and dark powerful presence was almost 
intimidating. I couldn't imagine him being too 
comfortable sleeping on our couch.

My wife, Joan, and I spent some time with friends out 
in the backyard. It's the time of year when nature 
seems all green and perfect, and all the trees and 
plants are exploding with blooms and blossoms. The 
house and yard were beautiful, and seemed well worth 
the mortgage payments I mail out each month.

Joan had started an exercise program and was pleased 
and proud of the results. She has always had nice legs 
and magnificent breasts, but has had to struggle with 
her weight. She was now trimmed and toned and looked 
better than I had ever seen her.

I was anticipating our reunion in bed, but when she 
left the bathroom wearing her thread-bare old "sleep 
only" T-shirt, I knew there was a problem. She 
explained that all the pollen had aggravated her 
sinuses and given her a miserable headache. She asked 
if I would just snuggle with her, and rub her neck and 
temples until she could fall asleep. Her aspirin kicked 
in and she slept. Eventually my erection subsided and I 
slept too.

I awoke in the middle of the night. A cold stab of 
irrational panic attacked me when I found her side of 
the bed empty. I thought of Tony on the couch and fear 
filled me. Bright moonlight from the windows revealed 
her T-shirt at the foot of the bed. Her lingerie drawer 
stood partly open.

I felt my way down the dark hallway to the kitchen. 
Tony and Joan stood together by the table in front of 
the patio doors. They were in a pool of moonlight, 
which streamed through the French doors. I watched, 
invisible in the dark hallway, as they shared a bowl of 
pudding and a single glass of milk. He wore an 
oversized pair of baggy sweatpants. She wore the 
Frederick's nightie I'd bought her last Christmas.

She had worn it for me only once or twice.

The underwire cups made her 42D breasts seem impossibly 
firm and full. Her nipples in the moonlight seemed 
incredibly large and erect behind the lace, the shadow 
of her cleavage impossibly dark and deep. Her thong 
panties were just visible below the short skirt. Her 
voice had the breathless husky tone I remembered from 
our college dates. I could smell her perfume and a hint 
of her vaginal juices. My heart felt like broken glass 
as my world crashed around me.

"Why do they call you Pony," she asked.

"It's just a nickname," he said. Something twitched far 
below the waistband of his sweats.

"But why Pony?" she breathed.

Something shifted the folds of cloth at his crotch 
again.

"I think you have an idea why," he said. His fingers 
toyed with the drawstrings of his sweats. "I'd have to 
show you," he said. He pulled the strings taut and the 
bows of the knot got a touch smaller. "Do you want to 
see?"

"Yes," she whispered, "Show me."

The knot came undone. His sweats fell to his knees. His 
cock was only half erect but was already ten inches 
long and almost three inches thick. It bounced with his 
heartbeat, stiffening and thickening as it jerkily rose 
from his crotch. It rose to the horizontal, projecting 
from his loins.

I could hear my wife's sharp intake of breath. "OH. MY 
GOD," she said, "Why don't they call you Horse." She 
crossed the space between them and knelt at his feet. 
She pulled the sweats down to the floor and he stepped 
out of them. 

My wife knelt before this young stud and stared at his 
monster cock inches from her nose. She seemed 
fascinated by it and unable to move. Slowly one hand 
came up, and she ran her fingertips along one side of 
his massive cock, down and back. She put her thumb and 
fingertips together at the tip of his cockhead, she 
watched in fascination as the head wedged them apart as 
her fist slid down the shaft to his balls. She cupped 
and lifted those balls with her other hand, sizing and 
weighing them as if to gauge how much they contained.

A single shiny pearl of precum appeared at his slit. 
She extended her tongue full length and delicately 
lapped it up.

He and I both groaned. She grinned at that, and began 
licking the head, and then the bottom side of his 
shaft, from tip to balls. He leaned forward and she 
took his balls into her mouth. He moved her head back 
and to the center and slid the tip of his cock around 
her lips and face and up into her hair. She opened her 
mouth and took in just the head of his prick.

I could see her cheeks bulge as her tongue worked 
around the ridge where the head joins the shaft. She 
had room for both hands to grasp and stroke the rest of 
his horse size cock.

With a groan he began to thrust into her mouth. She 
controlled the depth of his penetration with her hands. 
She could take three, then four inches, then almost 
half his length before it hit the back of her throat 
and she gagged.

He stopped moving then, and let her work on him. She 
bobbed her head back and forth on him, twisting and 
stroking her hands on his shaft. She slid her mouth all 
the way off, licked his cockhead frantically, tried to 
pry more precum from his slit. She closed her lips at 
the tip of his cock, then forced them over the head and 
down as for as she could reach.

The muscles in Tony's thighs and buttocks clenched and 
corded. His face formed a grimace and he snarled. I was 
sure he was about to cum when my wife stopped. "I have 
an idea," she said, "Come with me."

She led him by the cock through the doors and out onto 
the patio. There is an upholstered lounge chair there. 
She adjusted the reclining back of the chair, then sat 
back upon it. She reclined with her neck at the top 
edge of chair with her head over the back. She wiggled 
and tried to adjust her position, moving Tony to stand 
at her head.

He took this opportunity to expose her breasts. Her 
nipples stood hard and erect between his fingers. Her 
skin seemed to glow like silver in the moonlight, and 
the contrast between his black skin and hers was 
incredible. Her nipples gleamed after he alternately 
attacked them with lips and tongue. She groaned as he 
pinched both nipples between his two thumbs and 
forefingers, and I think she came then for the first 
time.

She found the position she wanted and pulled him to 
her. She seemed to have been trying to lean her head 
back far enough to align her mouth and throat on the 
level of his cock. She put a hand on his butt, and the 
other at the base of his cock to control his movement. 
She pulled him forward or moved him back. She took his 
cock in deeper and deeper, then pushed him back to rest 
or breathe or to lick some more. She took him deeper, 
until her lips met his hair and his full length was in 
her throat. She took her hands away then, letting him 
move freely, using her mouth as he wished.

Tony began to make full-length strokes into her mouth. 
He would pull out until her lips closed around the tip 
of his cock then thrust forward till her throat bulged 
and his balls met her forehead. His hands pulled on her 
breasts as he thrust into her, pushed away as he slid 
out. He stayed deeper and moved faster until it seemed 
impossible for him to delay his orgasm any longer.

At this point Joan stopped him again. She pushed him 
back, moving his cock just outside her mouth. She 
opened her mouth wide as a target, and began a two 
handed milking motion toward it. After a few strokes 
Tony exploded. His first spurt went long, striking her 
breasts. The second hit her hair. The next were on 
target, several falling in her open mouth before she 
pulled him back in to suck and swallow the rest of his 
massive load. She came again with him. She again took 
him all in, cleaning the full length of his cock. When 
it left her mouth it was erect again.

Her hand never left his cock as he moved to kneel on 
the lounge beside her. Her panties were torn away, and 
he used both hands to open the lips of her pussy. He 
licked and sucked all around the area between her legs. 
Joan placed her feet flat on the cushion and thrust 
herself violently upward whenever he touched her 
clitoris, or slipped his tongue into her. She screamed 
as she came, with her body thrust as far forward and as 
high as it was possible for her to rise.

Tony had to remove her hand from his cock before he 
could rise to walk around to climb between her legs. 
She rose on her elbows and watched as that immense cock 
approached her tight little pussy. She sucked her 
breath in between her teeth when the tip brushed her 
clit while searching for the cleft. She winced as the 
tapered head wedged her lips apart and began to stretch 
her tight opening. She thrust her hips strongly upward, 
screamed and orgasmed as she took in his massive 
cockhead.

Tony paused there allowing her to attempt to adjust to 
his size. He began a circular stirring motion that 
seemed designed to open her further for him. He placed 
her hand back on his cock and told her, "Control the 
depth of penetration. Take all you can handle, but 
don't let me hurt you". He began to thrust slowly into 
her. Her hand gradually moved up the shaft as she could 
accept deeper penetration.

As he approached full depth, he had less control of his 
movement. He thrust into her faster and harder as his 
breath came in ragged gasps. When his balls slapped her 
ass he lost it, exploding into her as he cried out in 
ecstasy. The flood of his sperm triggered her climax, 
and she joined him in orgasm.

Afterward they sat side by side on the lounge, 
regaining their breath. His cock was still partially 
erect and her hand never left it. She absently stroked 
it up and down. They kissed and caressed, but it seemed 
to me awkward and uncomfortable.

They were again a "high school kid" and his "friend's mom". 
They seemed to have no common ground for conversation. 
I began to hope that this might be their only time 
together. This might be a freak event never to be 
repeated, a one time desire that had been forever 
satisfied. I began to plan how I could overcome this, 
and put our life back together.

"You love to play this game of Virgin Wife, don't you," 
He asked.

"Yes," she replied, "I love to have you seduce me over 
and over. I love you, I love your big cock, I love the 
things your friends do to me and the things they make 
me do to them," she said.

"If you'll run and get the lube," he said, "I'll make 
you take this big cock up your ass."

My hopes and dreams crashed around me as she rose to 
her feet and headed into the house. My feet would not 
move as she dashed down the hall toward where I stood 
crying in the darkness. She crashed into me at full 
speed, knocking both of us back. 

She stared at me, and I stared at the moon lit sperm 
shining on her hair and breasts, at their cum running 
down her thigh. I couldn't think of a word to say to 
her.

I still can't...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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