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Circumstances arose where she was vulnerable, relaxed by alcohol, and the determination of her attractive black friend. (MF, reluc, wife, cheat, intr, preg) *** In our circle of friends there was one black couple, Mark and Sally. My husband and Mark had met in collage when they were both playing football, and they had become fast friends. The friendship continued after college when they settled in the same city. We had gone to each other's wedding and Sally and I became close friends. We had an active social life, and frequently got together with Sally and Mark as well as our other friends. They were a handsome couple and we had many enjoyable times together. Rumor had it that Mark was quite a stud, and in the past had no difficulty dating women, often white women. This I learned from my husband. I certainly could understand his appeal to women as he was not only handsome, but also charming. Ray said he had a sizeable cock which he noted when they showered after football. I admit I was attracted to him-I don't think it was just because he was good looking, but there was an element of a primitive nature that appealed to me, and I think that was because he was black as well as handsome, in other words the attraction of the forbidden. There were times when he looked at me that I felt a tingle of lust, and I would blush. He would smile and I was sure that he was aware of the effect he had on me. There were also times when Ray and I were making love that I would fantasize that it was Mark who was fucking me, and I would come very forcibly. This was a mental kind of unfaithfulness that made me feel guilty. Nevertheless I couldn't control my feelings, and I couldn't control my arousal when he would look at me, sensing the effect he had on me. Sometimes under his steady gaze I would become moist-it was embarrassing. Often Sally and I would get together when our husbands were occupied, and sometimes during our woman's talk, she would talk about her husband, often when she loosened up after a couple of glasses of wine. She did confirm that her husband was well endowed, and that sometimes she needed a rest from him. She confessed that he had been with other women, often with white married women, and that had happened since they had been married. She said she didn't like it, but she ignored it because he always came back to her, and she didn't want to rock the boat. Then Sally said I've seen the way you two look at each other, and I think you are attracted to him. I flushed at this, so she knew she was on the mark. "You are a good friend, and I think if you were to have sex with him, I wouldn't feel badly about it. Maybe then you would both get it out of your system and things would return to normal, and we would still be friends." I was amazed at this conversation. It seems she was actually giving me permission to have sex with Mark. She laughed at my consternation and said "It's only sex, not a big commitment. As I said he always comes back to me, so I overlook his straying. He certainly has proven with some white wives that the rumors they have heard are at least true in Mark's case. When he screws them they know they have been filled, and well and truly fucked. He enjoys his conquests, especially of some good looking white wives, giving them an experience that their husbands can't provide." I know he gets a real boot out of seducing a faithful white wife, stripping her, spreading her legs and mounting her, giving her an experience she won't forget. He is really sticking it to the husband while actually sticking it to his wife. It is a humbling experience for both of them, when the wife's resistance is overcome, and she surrenders her body, lying spread and helpless as he enters her. And you know, there are husbands who like to watch their wife being fucked by a well-hung black stud like Mark. It's happened, and Mark really enjoys it when the husband is watching him ravishing his moaning wife. Mark says it doesn't get better than that. I went away thinking about what Sally said. I was amazed, and I was not about to repeat what she said to my husband. She was actually giving me a green light to have sex with her husband? This puts a whole new perspective on our relationship. However, even though I fantasize about him, I am not about to risk my marriage by having sex with him, and I told Sally exactly that. She laughed saying, "Mark has the ability to change a woman's mind." This conversation was making me extremely uncomfortable, mostly because I was aroused by the things that she was saying. I was sure that Mark would make a move on me, and I was not disappointed. He stopped in one day when he was sure that I was alone, and soon was pulling me into an embrace. I resisted when he tried to kiss me, but he held me firmly and soon he did kiss me. I turned my head and said "no Mark-we can't do this." But he was soon kissing me again, and involuntarily I was becoming aroused. He slid his hand down to my ass and pulled me tightly against him: I could feel his erect cock against my body. I was trembling in his embrace, and said, "This can't happen! I can't do this with you. I've never been unfaithful to Ray." I managed to break away from him, but I was shaking from the experience-I had almost given in to him. My body wanted to but I wasn't about to make my husband a cuckold. We settled down and had coffee. I think he knew how close I was to surrendering to him. After he left I fantasized about him-I just couldn't control my emotions. He evoked a deep- seated feeling of lust. I think something primeval in wanting to cross racial barriers and being taken and used by him, wondering what he would do to a white woman who was helpless, and giving herself to him. I didn't think that this was the end of his attempts to seduce me, and it wasn't long before I was proven right. Sally was out of town visiting her mother, and my husband had invited Mark for dinner. I didn't get back from my office job before six, and by that time they both were drinking and telling football stories. Ray fixed me a drink and soon another one as they said I was behind. The two of them were fixing dinner, and it looked pretty good. I hadn't changed from my working clothes, but I took off the jacket of my suit leaving me in a blouse and skirt. A bottle of wine was consumed at dinner, and by the time dinner was over none of us was feeling any pain. While I cleaned up the men continued telling football stories, and we all had an after dinner drink. When I finished up in the kitchen I went into the family room, and only Mark was there. I asked where Ray went, and Mark said he went upstairs. I found Ray sound asleep, snoring, and looking like he had passed out. I tried to arouse him but I was unsuccessful. When I came down I told Mark that he was dead to the world; passed out. Mark said, "I guess I better head out." We finished our drink, and when we stood up he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I was startled at the sudden move, and for a moment did nothing as he held me in a long kiss. I broke the kiss and said "no Mark! I can't do anything with you." But he ignored my protest, pulling me into his arms again, kissing me passionately, his strong arms immobilizing me. I was both aroused and panicky, feeling helpless in his arms. I was also aware that the drinks I had consumed were making me more susceptible to his advances. In a moment he undid my skirt button, pulled the zipper down, and was pushing my skirt down over my hips till it fell to the floor. I said, "My God Mark, we can't do this, please... my husband is just upstairs." I tried unsuccessfully to push him away. "He may be just upstairs, but from what you said he is not going to surface soon. I just want to hold you for a bit, and then I'll head home." But while he was saying this he was unbuttoning my blouse at the back- pulling it off my arms, and pitching it onto a chair. Now I was standing only in my bra and sheer lacy slip, which did little to hide a view of my panties. Recognizing that I was aroused I became alarmed at my response. "Mark, you've got to stop. I can't let you make love to me. Please! Please don't do any more! I've never been unfaithful to my husband. You are an attractive man but I just can't let you do it to me." He knew I was responding, and even though I was pleading with him, I didn't think he would stop trying to seduce me. I was proven right when he lifted me into his arms, placing me on the large sofa. When I tried to sit up my slip rose above my stocking tops, exposing my bare thighs and garter straps. He kissed me again, holding me firmly, reaching behind my back and unsnapping my bra, freeing my breasts. I struggled weakly but he pushed me flat on the sofa, holding my shoulders down as he kissed me again, and began caressing my breasts with his fingertips. He replaced his fingers with his lips and tongue till my nipples were stiff. Now I was half naked in his arms, and responding against my will as he caressed my bare thighs above my stocking tops. I knew if I didn't stop him soon I would find myself lying under him with my legs spread, and taking his cock into me. I thought I can't take much more of this, as my body responded to him, my vagina moistening. I began struggling, but I was weak with my arousal, my body flushed. He had pulled up my slip till it was under my ass, my sheer panties exposed to him. I protested again saying "this has to stop. I can't give myself to you, so please don't do any more. You know I'm attracted to you, but I can't let you fuck me." "I won't do anything against your wishes. I just want to hold you and caress you, and I will be satisfied with that." With that assurance I began to relax in his arms. "You promise you won't do it to me?" He said, "I will not force you to have sex with me. You're so beautiful, and it would be wonderful to make love to you, but I'll respect your wishes." I was reassured by that and began to relax. Then he started pulling my panties down and I said "no! Don't take my panties off!" He said he needed to take them off so he could pleasure me with his mouth, so I lifted my hips and he took my panties off, naked now except for my stockings and garter belt. I resisted when he began to separate my legs, but he said he couldn't pleasure me unless I opened my legs, so I complied. Then he began doing things with his mouth and tongue on my labia and clitoris that had me trembling and moaning, lifting me to erotic levels that I didn't think possible. My legs were fully spread and lifted as he pleasured me. He alternated between lifting and stroking my bud with his tongue, then sliding it back and forth into my cunt. I was on an erotic plateau, my body overwhelmed with waves of pleasure, spasms that went on and on, and I cried out with the intensity of my orgasm. I was so overwhelmed by my climax that I didn't notice that he had stripped, nor did I notice anything till he mounted me, pressing his cock against my lips, moistening it. I said "no! Don't put it in me! You promised! Please don't fuck me! I can't do this. I'm begging you. Don't fuck me!" I was tearful and panicky as I felt the pressure of his cock against me. I was so weak from my powerful orgasm that I was helpless. I felt myself stretching as he pressed against me. He was pushing powerfully and I was stretched more and more till I thought I couldn't open any further, and the pressure of his fully erect cock was hurting. He gripped my hips, pushing in even harder, and I cried out as I was entered. My cunt was so stretched around him that it was painful. He waited, then slowly began advancing his cock into the depths of my cunt till I didn't think I could take any more. Then I cried out again as I was fully impaled. I had never been so filled. It was done. He stayed fully into me till I got used to his size, and then began slowly moving in me, sliding his cock fully in and out. Then there was nothing but this huge cock centered in my body, evoking unbelievable sensations of pleasure as he stroked into me, my cunt fully stretched around him. All my resistance was gone as I fully opened my legs to this cock that filled me, enjoying the most erotic experience of my life as he serviced me so competently. Then I thought, my God-he was in me with no protection. I couldn't take the pill so my husband always used a condom. I moaned, "Please don't come in me, I'm not protected." He said he wouldn't as he continued thrusting his cock deep into my pussy. I was reassured, and now gave myself totally over to the incredible pleasure he provided, helpless as his plunging cock lifted me to an erotic plateau, sustaining me there, fucking me tirelessly. He increased his thrusting, carrying me along with him as I began to feel a spasm, starting in my pussy, spreading to my pelvis, and then throughout my whole body, as I was overwhelmed with an incredible experience that caused me to shake, clutching him with my legs and arms, saying, "Don't stop! Don't stop!" At that moment I felt him swelling in me, spurting into the depths of my cunt as he gripped my ass. I could feel the spasms of his cock, and the thought that he could make me pregnant totally carried me away, prolonging my orgasm at this primitive mating. I had cried out again and again in the throes of my climax, my body throbbing beneath him. It was finally over, and it was sometime before he removed his shrinking cock, and lifted off me. I began sobbing at the enormity of my transgression. It was the first time I had been unfaithful, cuckolding my husband, and with a black man who filled me with his semen, some of which was wetting my inner thighs, but plenty was still in me. I had turned over total control of my body to this man who had raised me to unbelievable heights of ecstasy, and now lying beside me, smiling at his conquest. Another beautiful white wife seduced, on her back, legs spread and taking his cock into her, filling her with his sperm. For him it didn't get better than that. I began sobbing, filled with remorse that I had been seduced by him, yielding my body to this black man, lying under him, as he filled me with a cock that drove me to erotic heights that I didn't think possible. I was unnerved by the experience. I couldn't believe that I had submitted to him, flushed and trembling as I yielded, helpless, opening my legs and being serviced by that huge cock that thrust into me so powerfully. Finally I got control and began dressing, pulling my panties over my sticky thighs. I said "this isn't going to happen again, and it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't had all those drinks." We finished dressing, and I said, "You can let yourself out." I found Ray still sound asleep, and before I got into my nightgown I washed my thighs and pussy. Some seamen still came out, but there was plenty that didn't. I was awash with his sperm. I was tearful as I slipped into bed beside the husband that I had cuckolded, reliving the wild experience that his good friend had provided. My life did not return to normal. I could not forget the way I had been taken and ravaged by Mark. The experience reminded me of how vulnerable I was, and at times I would feel myself moistening as I relived the experience. I was resolved that it wouldn't happen again, but my resolve was shaken when Mark appeared at my door, knowing that my husband was working. He moved to me, lifting me into his arms. In spite of my protests and my resistance, he carried me into our bedroom. I still struggled, saying, "No Mark, I can't do this again, please stop." But he ignored this and began stripping me. He quickly removed my dress, then my bra and slip. Then I just stood there as he took my panties off, now standing naked before him. He quickly stripped, then pushed me down on the bed. As I looked at his huge erect cock I knew I was going to be taken again, and I felt myself moistening with my arousal. He pushed my legs apart and mounted me. I had stopped struggling and protesting. I was tearful as I surrendered to him, and I was unresisting as he pressed the bulbous head of his cock against my wet labia, pressing powerfully, my cunt giving way to the intense pressure, and with a wail I was entered. My knees lifted as he advanced his cock into the depths of my vagina, filling me completely. He began a steady thrusting that lifted me into an erotic high, sustaining me there. I felt him swelling even more, knowing that he was going to come in me again. I knew it was no use asking him not to. I felt him spurting his semen into me, and I was shaken by a powerful orgasm, clutching him with my legs and arms, my body is spasm beneath him. Finally he lifted off me, smiling because he did it to me again, happy that he had made me climax as he filled me with his semen. I was lying there with my legs still spread, sperm leaking from me as he dressed and left. This had to stop-I couldn't let him fuck me again-I had to break the passionate hold he had on me, so strong that I couldn't prevent him from taking me. It seemed that fate entered into the decision, as I was told that Sally and Mark were leaving as Mark was being transferred to another city. I breathed a sigh of relief-perhaps now I would be free of the compulsion to be fucked by him. About a week before they were to leave town, and when Ray was away at a seminar, a crisis again. I had just finished dressing to attend a women's business meeting when Mark showed up. I said "Oh no! You are not going to fuck me again. You need to leave-NOW!" "You're eminently fuckable, so why shouldn't I give you a going away present?" "Please go-I've got to get to a meeting, and I'm not going to get on my back for you again." "Well, maybe we can think of a different position for you." And with that he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, dropping me on the bed. "No! Please! I can't do this. I can't let you take me again. You've done enough to me, and I can't do this to my husband. I can't be unfaithful again." "Oh, I think you can-one more time will be good for you-I think you need servicing again, and your husband is not going to take care of you like I can. And since you are all dressed up to go to your business meeting I'm not going to strip you." He was smiling as he flipped me over on my stomach, pulling my blouse out of my skirt, lifting it up above my bra which he unsnapped, freeing my breasts. I was struggling and pleading but that didn't stop him from stroking my breasts and nipples which were stiffening to his touch. He pulled me to my knees, flipping my skirt and slip up till they were hanging from my waist, my panty clad ass now exposed to him. Next he slipped my panties down to my knees, exposing me erotically, my moist cunt fully displayed to him. I was both aroused and frantic - I had never been exposed so lewdly. I pleaded again saying "please don't put it in me. I'm begging you-please don't fuck me. Don't do it to me. Not like this!" He ignored my protests as he pressed my head and shoulders to the bed, spreading my thighs till my panties were stretched at my knees. He gripped me with one arm around me, holding me in position, stroking my vagina and clitoris with his free hand. I sobbed, unable to control my arousal, moistening more to his caresses. I was shocked, exposed to him like this, my garter belt stretched over my rounded ass, my cunt opening to him. I had never been taken this way; it was so primitive, helpless, and surrendering to this black man, and suddenly I was overcome by the erotic nature of this, knowing I had no defense against being fucked by him. He had stripped and now positioned his fully erect cock against my pussy, just holding it there, wetting it on my vulva. He teased me with it, moving it up and down between my lips, keeping it there, enjoying my helplessness, showing me that he was in charge. I was moaning, waiting for the inevitable, surrendering, knowing I was about to be ravished again. I was flushed and trembling as he was poised to enter me. Holding my hips in position, he pushed powerfully as he stretched and entered me, and I screamed as I was penetrated. I was groaning as he continued pressing into me till I was fully impaled, and I cried out as I climaxed. I couldn't believe I had come so quickly. He waited till my spasms subsided, then began slowly and steadily began thrusting into me. It was so wild and primitive, taken like this, having no control over the thorough fucking I was receiving, my very helplessness making this the most erotic experience of my life. He continued thrusting his huge cock into my stretched cunt, driving me to higher and higher levels of passion, my body responding to the thorough fucking I was receiving, moaning as I was driven towards another climax. I felt him swelling, tightly clutching my ass as he began spurting into me, filling me with his semen. Groaning, I cried out, my vagina in spasms around him, my body shaking in the throes of my orgasm which went on and on. When he withdrew his shrinking cock he pulled my panties up, trapping our fluids; then dropped my skirt and slip down, moving beside me, smiling at this wife who had been thoroughly fucked and driven to a climax by a black man who filled her with his sperm. Now I knew what it felt like to be truly ravished, to be fucked so powerfully. Submitting, against my will, taken and used by him. He enjoyed having this white wife helpless, her legs spread, as he pushed his big cock into her. Now I knew what a black stud like him could do to a white woman who surrendered her body to him. It was so primitive... so erotic, being taken from behind, on my hands and knees, his thick cock thrusting into me. I was helpless as he fucked me so powerfully, filling me with his semen, perhaps inseminating me. As I felt the spasms of his cock, I thought he is making me pregnant, and it made my orgasm even more intense. I was sobbing again, having submitted once more, and being driven to heights of ecstasy that left me shattered, and with a cunt that was awash with his semen. I knew it was useless asking him not to come in me. And knowing he was ejaculating into my unprotected cunt, and the thought that he might be impregnating me sent me over the top. But I felt degraded that I had submitted to this black stud who had taken me and fucked me so competently, taking pleasure in my submission. I got my bra and blouse fixed, and he pushed me out the door, not letting me clean up, his semen wetting my panties. I realized I was helpless, and I knew I would submit again if he tried to fuck me. It was fortunate that they were leaving town, and I resolved not to be alone with him again. I loved my husband, and I couldn't understand why I had been unfaithful, why I had submitted my body to this man, and been fucked so thoroughly. It was something raw and primitive, this black man releasing a powerful erotic response that I never knew I was capable of. I had been driven to the point where my whole body was centered on this huge cock which was filling me, thrusting into my cunt, till my body was shaking, and I had exploded as his throbbing cock spurted into the depths of my vagina. At that time I knew I would submit to him whenever he wanted; that I would willingly spread my legs, opening my cunt for him; to be penetrated again, and filled with his semen. Then a couple of days later, Sally called and invited me to lunch at a quiet restaurant she liked, wanting to get together before they left town. I agreed, and I wondered if she knew what had happened between her husband and me. After we ordered, she made it clear that she did know. Sally said, "I know what happened between the two of you. Mark told me everything, including all the details of each time he fucked you." I was shattered that she knew everything. She continued, saying, "How did you like having that big cock in you? He really did it to you he said. And how did you like being on your hands and knees with your ass in the air, taking his cock into you from behind? I wish I had been there to see him fucking you that way, and filling you with his semen. I don't suppose Ray knows how you've been serviced by my husband." I was flushed with embarrassment as she continued. "Don't feel bad. Mark has a sexual aura about him that attracts white women, and he loves fucking white wives, making a cuckold of their complacent husbands. Sometimes the husband likes to watch his moaning wife being serviced, watching his thick cock working away in his wife. He feels empowered, sticking it to the husband while actually sticking it to his wife." I was getting angry at this point. I said, "How could you want your husband to fuck other women? And to enjoy hearing about it?" She replied, "It's black people's time now, making white women pay for what was done to black women in slavery days. You won't forget what it was like lying under a black stud like Mark with your legs spread and taking his big cock in you, and filling you with his semen. "Do you think he make you pregnant? You know, if he did you won't be the first white woman he's knocked up. We really enjoy it when he gets a white woman pregnant, especially a married one. A real present for the husband." "I thought we were our friends. I can't believe he told you everything, and you enjoyed hearing about what he did to me." "Don't feel bad, I encouraged him to seduce you, knowing what a faithful wife you were, and I couldn't wait to hear all about the details of how he fucked you. I wish I had been there to see him working away in you, your legs spread, your pussy filled, and you moaning, and crying out as you came. He gave you some experiences you're not likely to have again, and you should be thrilled at being serviced by a black man with a very large cock." I had heard enough, and I left. I was angry that I had been set up by both of them, and had been their entertainment. I was happy when they left, but I could not forget the way I had responded to him, helpless as he fucked me to powerful climaxes. There was more fallout. Sally's wish came true. I found out that I was pregnant and I was devastated. I knew that it had to be Mark's baby I was carrying. The timing was right. 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