﻿A Ticket to Lust
by Gary Johns



Status: Completed
Published: 2008-01-04 00:57:58
Updated: 2008-01-04 00:57:58
Packaged: 2020-04-19 18:02:15
Rating: Much Sex
Chapters: 6
Words: 13,548
Publisher: storiesonline.net
Story URL: https://storiesonline.net/s/55024
Author URL: https://storiesonline.net/a/Gary_Johns
Summary: A speeding ticket in a small town changes the life of a southern socialite when she must bargain with the black police officer for her release.





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6



	Chapter 1

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It was after two in the morning and Vicki Larson was feeling no pain as she flew down the highway at over eighty miles an hour. She ignored the speed limit signs as they changed from 50 to 40 to 30 miles per hour upon entering the small town of Buford. Her foot stayed smashed on the gas pedal in total disregard for her safety or that of any unlucky passerby. Yes, she had had too much to drink and shouldn't have been driving, but she had told her husband, James, she would be home by midnight. Already two hours late. He was going to be furious.

This wasn't the first time she had come home late from a company business function. She had lost count of the number of times. It had become a major bone of contention between them. She knew he was beginning to suspect that she was having an affair, and although it wasn't true, she sometimes wished it were. Her love life, or what there was of it, had become boring. If James didn't want her, she knew she could have the pick of almost any man in her office. Yet she had resisted their attempts to entice into bed, as difficult as that had been.

Although she and James got along pretty well, sex had become routine and far too infrequent. From her husband's subtle body language she believed he was bored as well. Unfortunately, they had never discussed it. It was obvious that James didn't have the same desire for her anymore. Maybe HE was having an affair, she thought, but why? She was only thirty-two and knew she still looked very good. She kept herself in shape and always dressed sexy—-maybe a little too sexy for the office though—-but James didn't seem to notice. Damn him!

Suddenly, Vicky was awakened from her thoughts by the sound of a siren. She looked in the mirror and saw the flashing red and blue lights of a police car.

"Shit!" she screamed pounding on the steering wheel in anger. She slowed the car, pulling to the curb. She sat with her hands on the wheel as she waited for the officer to approach ... she knew the routine. Unfortunately, it wasn't the first time she had been pulled over. She already had five tickets in just the past year for speeding. The last thing she needed was another ... especially with her having drank a few too many at the promotional party for her boss.

She was startled when a black man, wearing civilian clothes opened the door of her car. She felt a bit of fear as he leaned over and said, "Ma am, would you mind stepping out of the car." Then she saw him flash open his badge. "Jamal Washington, Constable, City of Buford," the badge read.

"Officer, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was speeding."

"Ma am, please step out of the car. I clocked you doing eighty in a thirty-mile an hour speed zone. You could have killed yourself or some innocent citizen of Buford," Jamal said seriously. He had a slight Jamaica accent.

Vicky had no choice but to get out of the car. As she put her feet on the ground and stood up she swayed and leaned back against the door.

"Ma'am, have you been drinking?"

"Uh — well, just one or two."

"Just one or two? Then you won't mind taking a Breathalyzer."

"Listen officer, maybe we can work something out." Vicky was thinking along the lines of a few extra dollars, donated to the local police fund. "I — I already have a few tickets and would really rather avoid another."

"So we can add attempted bribery to your DWI and speeding charges," Jamal said. "Wait here." With that he took her license and went back to his car, where he keyed in her driver's license number. "Wow," he said when he saw the five tickets for speeding. When he came back to the car, he saw Vicky still leaning against the car in a slightly distorted angle. "I'm going to have to take you back to the station, Mrs. Larson. You're in no condition to drive."

"Mrs. Victoria Talbot-Larson — of the Talbot family over in Talbot County," Vicky said, trying to impress him with the well-known family name.

"Doesn't matter who you are Mrs. Larson, you don't go eighty miles an hour in my town. Now are you going to get into my patrol car willingly or do I have to put cuffs on you."

Suddenly Vicky was very frightened. She was going to jail. If money to the police fund wouldn't work, maybe she would have to officer something more immediate. With tears in her eyes she said, "Please Officer Washington, I'm sure we can come to some agreement," Vicky said in her sexiest voice. She pushed her chest out toward Jamal, trying to emphasize her large breast, which were somewhat hidden by the modestly cut bodice of her dress. She suddenly wished she had worn something a little more revealing. But then she saw what she though was a bit of interest in his eyes and was encouraged. Still he led her to the police car and made her get in.

As he got into the drivers side, Vicky said, "Why don't you have on a uniform?"

"I was off duty, coming home from a friend's party ... if that is any of your business ma'am."

"I was just curious," Vicky answered in a huffy tone. Nevertheless she was relieved that he had given a reasonable explanation for being dressed as a civilian. She had heard of guys driving around with fake police ID's, pulling women over and raping them.

When they arrived at the small combination jail/courthouse/city hall, in downtown Buford—Buford didn't need much of a jail since there were only five hundred citizens—-Jamal helped Vicky out of the car and up the steps. He led her into the police station and asked her to step into one of only two cells in the tiny jail and closed the door.

Vicky's heart began thumping in her chest at the metal against medal sound of the cell door closing. It was sinking in that she had been arrested. What a scandal it was going to be if this got to the Talbot county newspaper.

When Jamal had locked the door he looked at Vicky. "Now, do you know how much trouble you're in, Mrs. Larson?" asked Jamal, staring through the bars at her. Before she could answer he continued, "You're record shows five tickets with ten points. Your license will be suspended at twelve points. Driving while intoxicated is four points alone and bribing an officer can get you jail time."

"As a matter of fact, you just might get jail time when you go before the judge day after tomorrow." It was Saturday night and the Judge didn't hear traffic cases until Monday morning.

"Oh, God, Officer Washington, I'll do anything you ask if you just let me off this time," Vicky said with her voice cracking with emotions.

Jamal shook his head and started to walk away, but then he paused. A sudden smile came to his dark face. He didn't normally do this, but Mrs. Larson was a very sexy lady. Who would know if he maybe accepted a little non-financial bribe? He didn't currently have a girlfriend and it had been a while since he had made love to a woman ... an especially long time since he had been with a gorgeous woman like this. He turned back around. "Well, what do you mean by 'anything', Mrs. Larson?"

A flash of relief shot through Vicky. Maybe there was some hope to avoid a scandal. But just as quickly a flash of fear replaced it. Was she really willing to exchange sex for not going to jail? What was she thinking? Yet, she couldn't go to jail; it would be so humiliating and her nasty mother-in-law would tell everybody that she had been right about her daughter-in-law all along. She was just not good enough for her little "Jimmy".

Vicky took a deep breath. "Well, I ... uh, I could you know, uh ... suck you," Vicky said, surprised that she was hearing the words come from her mouth.

"Hum, are you any good? I mean, I didn't know rich white chicks did that?"

"Uh ... well, I've done it before," she said, telling a little lie. She had sucked her husband off but only a few times.

"You don't sound that convincing," Jamal said and pretended to walk away.

"Wait," Vicky almost screamed in desperation. "I'll suck you and we can do other things too."

Jamal smiled without Vicky seeing and turned back around. "Other things? So you'll let me fuck you?"

Uh ... yes ... but you have to use a ... a ... condom."

"Sorry sweetie, don't use them. Besides, I'm too big anyway." Jamal laughed loudly. "Let me show you."

Vicky watched with wide eyes as he l reached for the zipper of his jeans and pulled it down slowly. Then his hand disappeared inside. When it came out again, Vicky let out a gasp. In his hand was the longest and blackest cock she had ever seen. Not that she had really seen a real live black cock in her life. But once she had seen a porno flick at a bachelorrette party where a largely endowed black man had fucked a tiny blonde woman senseless. She thought that the cock had been created by some trick of the camera. Now she saw an even larger one in front of her ... and it was surely real.

"Think you can handle the famous 'Buford County black snake'," Jamal said with a laugh.

"Oh, my God," Vicky gasped. Suddenly, along with the fear, she felt a strange curiosity. She staggered backward a step, her head becoming light from the thought of what she was about to do.

Jamal retrieved the keys and opened the sliding cell door. "First, I have to make sure you're not carrying any concealed weapons. It's called a full body check," Jamal said as he stepped into the confines of the small cell. "Now, let's get that sexy dress off so we don't get it dirty."

Vicky stood in shock, without moving. She began to tremble. What had she gotten herself into? This was insane. Yet, her eyes kept going back to the long cock now swinging two and fro between Jamal's legs.

"Do you want me to take it off of you?" Jamal asked when Vicky made no move to take her dress off.

"Uh, no; I'll do it," Vicky said quickly. Then she slipped the shoulder strap off her left shoulder and pulled the top of her dress down.

"Wow, you have some great tits there lady," Jamal said with a broad smile and sincere admiration. Then as she let the dress drop, his smile grew wider, seeing that she was totally naked underneath her dress. "I love that you uppity society broads are so prim and proper on the outside, but wear nothing under their clothes ... like a common slut."

Vicky felt herself blush from her now hard nipples down to her toes.

"Raise your hands over your head," Jamal said as he stepped behind her.

Vicky began to tremble as Jamal pressed close to her back and brought his hands up to her bare tits. "Ohhh," she gasped as he began to pinch her hard nipples and gently kissed her neck. In spite of her fear, her body began to react to the stimulation and she could feel her pussy begin to moisten. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Never had she become so excited this quickly. Incredibly, she feared that she might climax when she felt the head of Jamal's rapidly swelling cock touch her naked ass.

"Okay, let's see how a rich white girl sucks black cock." With that Jamal turned Vicky around and pressed on her shoulders.

When Vicky reached her knees she found Jamal's massive cock staring her in the face. The now fully hard cock was so large that she questioned if she could actually get it into her mouth. An unintended moan escaped her lips when she felt Jamal pull her head toward him. She opened her mouth wide and felt the sides stretch almost painfully. The large glans of his cock pushed forward until it finally breached her lips and slipped into her mouth with an audible pop.

"Suck my black cock," Jamal hissed.

Vicky barely heard him as another little whimper, almost a moan, escaped her lips. Her head began to spin with illicit excitement and her heart pounded in her chest. The taste and the animal smell of him were exciting her beyond belief.

She allowed Jamal to slowly force her head backward and then pull her forward until she picked up the rhythm and began to do it on her own. Moans formed deep in her throat as she tasted the pre-cum filling her mouth. Each time she swallowed, a rush of excitement went through her, making her pussy throb. She squeezed her legs together, trapping her pulsing clit between the swollen lips of her pussy. Electricity bolted from her groin. Suddenly, with a gasp of surprise she began to climax. It was like nothing she had ever felt before ... nothing sexual that she had ever done compared to the incredible rush of pleasure consuming her now. Her body shook and convulsed as waves of pleasure rushed through her. If Jamal had not been holding her head, she might have collapsed.

"Wow, you are one hot society bitch," Jamal laughed, realizing that Vicky was climaxing from sucking his cock alone. "Never saw a bitch climax from sucking my cock ... without me even touching her ... damn."

Vicky's climax continued for a long time. When the waves of pleasure began to diminish, it took her a few moments to realize that Jamal was saying something. Yet she still didn't grasp the meaning until it was too late

"I'm going to cum," he gasped. He pushed his cock deep into her mouth and froze. Then he threw his head back and screamed.

Vicky's eyes opened wide when she felt the first blast of hot cream hit the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly, but before she was done, another hit, then another, and then another. It came so fast she couldn't contain it all and the thick cream began to slip from the stretched corners of her mouth, falling to her still heaving breasts.

Jamal's cum was thick and rich. The taste sent more electric shocks to Vicky's pussy and she began to climax again. She couldn't believe that she was swallowing this stranger's cum ... and loving it.


	Chapter 2

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Vicky had barely finished swallowing Jamal's load when he lifted he to her feet. He said, "Sit on the bed and show me that sweet pussy, rich girl."

Vicky looked at Jamal without comprehension.

"Come on my little slut, get on that bed and spread your legs."

Suddenly Vicky realized that Jamal was going to fuck her. Oh God, she thought, he's going to put that giant cock inside me and without a condom. She felt helpless to stop it ... but in fact, deep inside she wasn't sure she wanted to stop it. The thought of that big cock penetrating her sent tremors through her very aroused body. Her pussy throbbed and she realized that juice was slipping down her thigh.

Slowly Vicky moved onto the bed and lay back. Her face flushed as she lifted and spread her legs exposing her intimate parts to this man she had met only a short while ago. Her eyes opened wide in shock when she stared at the throbbing organ she had just sucked. His cock had lost none of its hardness. It was still dripping cum and looked like a ... a ... yes, like a giant black snake. Now she wondered if she could get the huge member into her pussy.

"Look how wet that hole is. I knew you couldn't resist my big cock ... no woman can," Jamal said with a laugh. "The best is yet to come. Wait till you feel it filling that sweet pussy of yours." With that Jamal moved closer to Vicky and bent his knees.

Vicky watched as if in a trance as the large head neared her pussy. She could feel the inner walls of her cunt contracting in anticipation of accepting the large organ. She watched as Jamal wrapped his hand around the shaft and directed the head to her dripping hole.

"Ohhhhhh, Jesusssss!!!" Vicky screamed as the head split her outer lips and began to slip into her body.

"Oh, God, oh God, oh God," Vicky gasped as his cock sank deeper and deeper into her. Nothing had touched the places Jamal's cock was already touching. She wasn't sure what childbirth was like, but she wondered if this was how it felt.

"Oh baby, you're so tight. You're taking the skin off my cock," Jamal moaned. Still he pushed deeper.

Vicky began to moan incoherently when she felt Jamal's cock hit bottom. Yet, he still had several inches left.

"Let me get that pussy loosened up and you'll be able to take it all," he said.

Vicky didn't hear him. The moment Jamal hit bottom, she had begun to climax again. Her head felt like it was exploding as blasts of pleasure overloaded her senses. Without her even knowing it, her hips began to lift upward to Jamal's now pumping cock. Each time his cock touched bottom a blast of pleasure hit her. But just as she was getting used to it, Jamal pulled out. Suddenly Vicky's hole felt incredibly empty. Her pussy lips collapsed inward, snapping her hole tightly shut. She looked up at Jamal with eyes that were almost begging. "Put it back in, please," she pleaded.

Jamal smiled a toothy smile. "Sure, baby. But why don't you do it yourself?" With that Jamal moved to the middle of the floor and stretched out on his back. He held his cock up like a flagpole. "Sit on my cock," he ordered.

As if in a trance, Vicky arose and stood on shaking legs. She took several steps toward Jamal and paused. Her brain tried to fathom what she was about to do. She could just say no and take whatever came to her. Instead, the excitement running though her overwhelmed the brief moment of reluctance and she stepped over him. With legs that were about to give out, she began to squat. "Ahhhh," she groaned when the head of his cock touched her juice covered pussy lips. With hooded eyes she sank slowly downward.

"That's it baby; take that cock into that sweet cunt."

Vicky threw her head back and screamed loudly. The pleasure was incredible as the fat shaft opened her pussy again and slipped in by several inches.

"Easy, baby, take it slow and you can get it all in," Jamal almost whispered.

Slowly Vicky pushed down, taking one inch at a time until she had about half his cock inside her. Then two more inches went in. When she thought it was all inside, she looked down and saw that there were still several inches left. She lifted up and moaned as the shaft slipped partially out of her.

With a look of determination she sat back down, forcing her weight onto the throbbing shaft. It went deeper and then deeper, until there was no more left.

"You have it all, baby. Congratulations, you've taken all of the Buford Black Snake. Not too many women can do that. I knew you had a hot pussy from the moment I saw you sitting it that fancy car."

A strange look of serene pleasure crossed Vicky's face. Incredibly she felt a sense of pride. Her pussy had taken all Jamal's cock. She would have never believed it possible, but when she looked down, there was nothing left. It was all inside her ... every inch.

"Relax a minute, baby. Get used to it. I can wait."

But Vicky was impatient. She wanted to feel that cock moving in and out of her. "No ... I want to fuck it. I want that cock to tear me open," she said with a look of wild lust in her eyes. With that she began to move up and then down. She did it several times, until she could lift almost all the way to the head and slip back down in one steady motion. "Oh, Jesusssss," she gasped as she began to bounce on the large cock stretching her pussy so good. "Oh yes, oh yes, it feels so good. I can't believe it."

Jamal smiled as he watched the rich white woman take pleasure on his long shaft. He was content to let her have her fun. She was doing all the work.

"Oh, oh, oh, ahhh, ahhh," Vicky moaned, now almost incoherent, as her hips moved up and down forcefully. Somewhere in the process, she had begun climaxing again. She couldn't be sure when it happened, because from the moment the large head entered her, all of her senses were on overload. The waves of pleasure seemed to ripple from her stretched hole and travel up her body before exploding inside her head.

Again she heard Jamal shouting out a warning. But it took a moment to register.

"I'm cummmmmmiiiinnnnnggg," he screamed.

Suddenly Vicky realized that he was about to cum inside her pussy. She gasped in shock ... she wasn't on the pill. She wasn't sure if she could get pregnant since James and her had been trying to have a baby for almost five years without success. But still Jamal climaxing in her pussy was very dangerous.

Suddenly the taboo thrill of her getting pregnant by a black man sent her over the top again, "ohhhhh, yes, cum in me," she screamed.

"Ahhhhhiiiieeee," Jamal groaned as his potent sperm blasted into the tight confines of Vicky's pussy.

"Yes, yes, yes," Vicky screamed as her body shook. She would have fallen if Jamal had not reached up and grabbed her hands. She pressed down hard, taking every inch of his spewing cock deep into her unprotected pussy.

The two lovers froze as incredible pleasure rippled through them.

Finally, Jamal's cock began to soften. As it did, it slipped out of Vicky's pussy and was followed by a gush of thick cream.

Jamal lifted Vicky off of him and guided her to the cot.

Vicky was in a daze as she allowed him to help her lay down. "You stay there for a while and sober up a bit before I take you back to your car."

But Vicky didn't hear him. She had already fallen into a deep sleep. She didn't feel the gush of potent sperm flowing out of her forever stretched hole.

Almost immediately she began to dream ... a very vivid dream and like most dreams, one that found a little basis in reality. She was standing in her in-law's living room and she was naked. Next to her was Jamal, also naked. With a smile on her face, she held his long cock in her hand and he had his arm lovingly around her. In front of her stood her detested mother-in-law. She had a look of total shock on her face as she stared at Vicky's very pregnant belly.

* * *

It was an hour or so later when Jamal woke Vicky. She was still in a daze, but almost sober, as she put on her clothes. He took her to her car and sent her home.


	Chapter 3

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Vicky awoke the following morning wondering if it had all been a dream. However, that thought was crushed when she slipped out of bed and felt the stickiness between her legs. With her head spinning she staggered toward the bathroom. The slickness almost helped sooth the slight pain from the recent stretching of her pussy. Instead of remorse, the feeling inexplicitly brought the memory of Jamal fucking her to uncounted orgasms rushing back. Her body trembled and she reached for the door jam to steady herself. Her pussy began to throb and for a moment she thought she might actually climax. She took a deep breath and stepped into the bathroom.

She could hear James in the kitchen fixing his morning coffee. She stopped at the bathroom mirror and looked at herself. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were bloodshot. She reached up and tried to brush something off her cheek. Her face turned red when she realized that it was Jamal's dried sperm. There was more cum on her breast and both inner thighs were covered. Her heart started to pound at the thought of all that potent sperm deposited in her pussy just hours before. She began to tremble again. With that she rushed to the shower and scrubbed her body from top to bottom.

James was sitting at the table in the breakfast nook when she finally came down.

"Vicky, where were you last night?" he said, but paused when she held up her hand.

"I am very hung over and I do not want to discuss it right now," Vicky said.

James started to shoot back an angry response, but hesitated. He didn't want to start an argument this early in the morning either. They had argued about her staying out too late many times before. He knew her drinking and staying out late, unfortunately, were symptoms of a bigger problem. There was something wrong with their marriage. Maybe she was having an affair. He didn't want to think about that though. He loved Vicky and knew that she loved him. But their life had become routine, maybe even boring. They rarely had normal conversation anymore and their sex life had been mundane to say the least. Something had to give.

* * *

For the rest of the day Vicky avoided James as much as possible. After what had happened ... what she had allowed to happen, she was much too embarrassed and, yes, guilty to face him. She had to think. She had never done anything like that in their ten years of marriage. She had never strayed and she was pretty sure James hadn't either. Now, all that had changed. She had fucked another man ... a black man, and more importantly she had enjoyed it. There was no denying that. Could she hide what happened from him? And, what about going forward ... could she control herself and not go back for a replay. Jamal had left a business card on the seat of her car with a note that said, "If you want to experience the Buford Black Snake again, give me a call." She tried to throw the card away but couldn't.

Later that night, Vicky was dressed for bed, sitting in the breakfast nook when James came in. He was in his underwear and ready for bed too.

"James," she said, and paused.

He looked at her quizzically and said, "Yes?" He took a seat across the table from her and waited for what seemed like a long time before she spoke.

Vicky appeared to be calm, but inside she was in great turmoil. Suddenly her resolve began to wane. No, she told herself, she had to tell him. She couldn't go through life with this secret. "James, about last night," Vicky said.

James didn't say anything, just nodded, waiting for her explanation.

Vicky paused and took a deep breath. "Something happened last night, James," Vicky paused and gathered her courage. She continued, "I was stopped for speeding."

"Oh God, Vicky, that's your sixth ticket."

Vicky sighed loudly. "I didn't say I got a ticket. But I was arrested."

"Good God, arrested? I can't believe it. How did you get out? Did you pay a fine?"

"No ... uh ... I didn't pay a fine, not a monetary one at least. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I was worried that I would have to stay in jail all weekend. I had been drinking so I was going to be charged with speeding and DWI. That's pretty serious, especially with my record."

"Yes it is. You could do jail time. But how did you get released?"

"I'm getting to that. I did something ... something very wrong." Vicky eyes welled up and she started to cry.

James started to get up to hug her, but she held up her hand again. He sat back, somewhat perturbed, and stared at her, waiting.

Vicky sobbed and wiped her nose with a napkin. Then she continued. "I didn't want it to get into the paper that I ... that I was arrested. Your family would go crazy. You mother didn't like me before and I'm sure she would hate me if I got myself arrested. I had to do something." Vicky paused.

"So what did you do?" James asked anxiously.

"James, I ... I offered the cop sex if he wouldn't hold me; you know, wouldn't arrest me." Suddenly the room grew very quiet. She saw shock on James's face. But there was something else in his look that she couldn't define.

"You offered the cop sex?" James leaned forward in anticipation as he waited for Vicky's confirmation.

"Yes, I offered and he accepted. James, I ... I ... fucked the cop and he let me go?" Vicky blurted.

"Oh, my God," James gasped. "You had sex with the cop?"

"Yes ... in ... in the jail cell."

The room was suddenly silent again. James sat back with a look of total shock on his face. "Uh ... Vicky ... uh ... I don't know what to say."

Vicky didn't know what to say either. She sat quietly and waited for the tirade she knew was coming.

After another long pause James said, "Well, I guess you did what you had to do. Being arrested would have caused lots of problems with my family, not to mention what might happen at work."

To say Vicky was surprised would be an understatement. Although James, being an engineer, was incredibly logical, she expected an emotional outburst, not logic. Amazingly, she didn't see anger in her husband's face or hear it in his voice. "Aren't you mad at me?" she asked.

"I ... I don't know," he answered as he put his hand up to his face and rubbed his eyes. "This ... this ... wow, I can't believe this." Still he didn't raise his voice or show even the slightest sign of anger.

Vicky was puzzled by James reaction, or lack of reaction. She would have expected him to be furious, yet he only sat there with a strange look on his face.

James took a deep breath and said, "So he agreed not bring you up on charges if you ... if you had sex with him?"

"Yes. At least that was how it started." She decided that she was going to tell him everything. There was no sense coating it. If there marriage were over, at least she would have this off her chest. "The truth is, James, while I did it to save myself, I have to admit that ... that, oh hell, James I enjoyed it." She paused and waited for his reaction again.

"You enjoyed it?" He said it in a quiet voice, almost like a statement instead of a question.

"Yes. I'm ashamed of myself, but he fucked me to so many climaxes that I lost count. And ... and, he must have had a ten inch cock." She didn't say that he was a black man. The timing just didn't seem right.

James's eyes opened wide. His mouth was also open and he seemed to be breathing heavier than before. The only word he could muster was, "Wow." Then he added, "Ten inches?"

"Huh?" Vicky muttered. She was almost overwhelmed by James's reaction. He was more interested in the fact that the guy had a ten-inch cock then the fact that he fucked his wife. This was the last thing she expected. She decided that now was as good as any to talk about their sex life. This had been building for a long time. Their problem wasn't about the size of James's sex organ. James wasn't a slouch in that department because he had at least seven inches. But length didn't matter. He could have five inches if the sex was good. Unfortunately, James had always climaxed far too quickly, and many times she had to get off in the bathroom afterward. It had become intolerable. Now, because of James's almost tacit reaction she decided to have the talk they had been avoiding for so long.

With a deep breath she said, "You know we have not been exactly setting the world on fire lately —uh sexually speaking. I don't know what's wrong, but the truth is we have not connected on a sexual level for a long time;" but quickly added, "I'm not saying that makes what I did right. Or even that our sexual problems are your fault. However, if things were different between us, maybe it wouldn't have happened." Now that it was out in the open she felt great relief. She waited to see how James was going to react.

James turned and looked out the window, staring into the darkness. When he turned back he said almost in a whisper, "You're right."

The shock showed on Vicky's face. "Really?"

"Yes, we have a problem, and I admit I have not been doing my part. I know I should be angry that you fu— uh had sex with another man, but I have to admit culpability here," James said, and paused. "It has been eating at me for months, but I didn't know what to do. I've been afraid that you are going to have an affair. And—and I wouldn't have blamed you."

Vicky was dumfounded and couldn't think of a thing to say. His confession had left her totally unprepared. But what he said next surprised her even more.

He had a strange look on his face when he said, "Tell me more about what happened. Uh—I mean, did he fuck you on the cot in the cell."

"Uh— yes he did. But, he wanted me to suck him off first." Vicky wondered what the details had to do with their current situation.

"You sucked his cock?" James said with a gasp and then he paused, waiting for more.

It was obvious that James wanted to hear the details. While Vicky didn't want to discuss it at that level, she wasn't sure what else she could say. James's reaction to her infidelity was far better than she could have imagined. She didn't want to spoil everything by becoming coy and risk making him angry. "Yes. He made me get naked and then onto my knees. He still had on his clothes." She paused. "Are you sure you want to hear this?" she asked.

"Yes, go on."

All right, she thought, if that's what he wants. "His cock was so big, though, I could barely get it into my mouth. And, when he came..."

"He came in your mouth?" James said loudly.

Vicky's face turned red and she nodded her head.  

"Did you swallow it," he asked with eyes wide. She had never swallowed his sperm.

"Uh— well, it came out so fast, I had to, and besides he was holding my head. There was so much that a lot of it came back out of my mouth though." Vicky paused again and looked at James curiously. She saw something familiar in his eyes. It took a moment to register with her. Oh my God, she thought, he's excited. "You're getting excited by this, aren't you?" she blurted. Her tone was closer to amusement then accusation.

It was James's turn to become embarrassed. In truth his cock was hard and tenting his underwear. He had no idea why. This was not something that he would have thought would excite him. His wife was confessing that she had fucked another man and he had an erection. He did what most red blooded male would have done, he lied. "Uh— no I'm not."

"Yes you are," Vicky said. "I can see it." Suddenly, Vicky was excited as well. The surprises just didn't seem to end. James throwing her out, going into a rage, threatening to divorce her ... all of that would have been normal. Instead, he had an erection. Her head was spinning. "So, you get excited at the though of me sucking another man. You like the fact that he came in my mouth, and then fucked me until I climaxed over and over."

"Uh—I didn't say that," James stuttered.

"You don't have to— your hard cock says it all. This is amazing. At least admit the obvious."

The room became very quiet.

Both of their hearts were beating rapidly, each waiting for the next move by the other.

After a long pause Vicky said, "So what else do you want to know about last night?"

"Uh— he used a rubber when he fucked you didn't he?"

"Well, there was no time to find one; in fact, I don't think they make them big enough to fit his cock. So, uh ... he came in me."

James suddenly stood up with his mouth open. "Good God, Vicky, you know how dangerous that could be," James almost screamed. Yet his words were not accusatory. Instead, his voice had a slight tremble to it.

"I know. The one good thing is that we have been trying to have a baby for almost five years and nothing has happened, so I think I'm pretty safe. Also, it's not my fertile time of the month." Vicky paused as she though about how to phrase her next words. She took a breath and said, "The interesting thing was that the danger excited me. Isn't that bizarre?"

James stammered, "Yes, — I mean — I don't know. I — I — it's confusing." Incredibly he felt his cock throb and he could feel it making an obvious wet spot through his underwear.

With James's face still showing that he was excited, Vicky decided to take a big risk. She had a hunch. "Stand up James and take your cock out. I want to see how excited you are."

"Huh?" James returned. There was no denying that he was excited, yet he wasn't sure he wanted Vicky to see the proof. When he couldn't figure out a way to hide it, he slowly stood up. His hand was trembling as he reached into his underwear to pull out his throbbing cock. With obvious embarrassment, like a little boy that had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he stood with his hands behind his back. But his throbbing cock dispelled any notion that he was a little boy.

Vicky opened her mouth to gasp and then giggled. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

Suddenly the room was filled with sexual tension.

With her heart now pounding Vicky said, "James, can we go upstairs to the bedroom?"

"Yes," he gasped.

The two of them rushed upstairs.

"Wait a moment," Vicky said as she hurried to the bathroom.

James stripped off his shorts and sat in a chair waiting for Vicky to come out of the bathroom. When she did she was naked also.

"Look how wet I am," she said excitedly as she stood in front of him.

"Oh, Jesus," James returned. He stroked his cock as he stared at her pussy. Her juice was dripping down her thighs. He then watched as Vicky dropped to the floor between his thighs. He felt a shiver run up his spine when she paused to stare at his cock.

Vicky looked at his cock like she was seeing it for the first time. In fact, she didn't think she had ever seen it so hard.

Unable to wait any longer, James grabbed her head and pushed it toward his dripping shaft.

Vicky resisted taking his cock into her mouth. Instead she began to lick the tip, tasting the sweet pre-cum juice gushing from the tip. She heard James moan and felt him tremble.

"Suck me, please," he gasped.

With a moan she opened her mouth and took him inside. It had been a long time since she had sucked him and it felt good. "Mmmm," she murmured. She began to suck him.

"Oh God," James gasped as his excitement grew rapidly. He knew if he didn't stop her he would cum far too soon. With a great effort he pulled his wife's head from his cock. She looked up at him with surprise.

"I don't want to cum this quickly. I want to eat you and then fuck you."

Vicky smiled.

James practically pushed her to the floor. She giggled and spread her legs apart. Then she watched with fascination as he stared at her pussy in the same way she had looked at his cock.

With a moan he placed his mouth on her swollen sex lips.

"Oh yes, eat me," Vicky gasped. She wrapped her legs around his head and fell back in a swoon. Within seconds she was climaxing. She lifted her hips from the floor as she squeezed her husband's head tightly to her swollen pussy. The climax seemed to go on for a long time and was very good — maybe not as good as the one with Jamal, but that was different.

When she finally came down she slowly pushed James's mouth away. She took his hand and led him to the bed. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she gasped as she lay back on the bed. They were the same words she used with Jamal.

James was only too willing to comply. He crawled over her and allowed Vicky to grasp his throbbing cock. Then he watched as she ran it up and down her wet lips before inserting the head between her lips. With a tug and then a moan she pulled his hips into her.

"Ohhhh," James moaned as his cock sank into her until his balls were touching her ass. "God, you're so wet and hot," he whispered as he began to fuck her.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me James," Vicky screamed as she pushed her hips upward to every thrust, giving back as good as she was getting.

It didn't take James long to feel his climax coming on. He wanted it to last longer, but he was far too excited. "Oh Vicky, I'm going to cum," he gasped.

"Yes, cum in me, cum in my pussy," she screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear. It was one time she was okay with him cumming quickly.

James felt his balls tighten and a second later he was pumping his thick sperm deep into his wife's pussy.

The feeling of James's cum sent Vicky over the edge again. "Ahhhhheeee!!!" she screamed as she began her second climax.

The room was suddenly filled with the moans of the two lovers. It seemed to go on for minutes as they lost themselves in pleasure ... sexual pleasure that had been so rare over the past several years.

When their climaxes ended, James slowly pulled his cock out. It was followed by a gush of his sperm.

A few minutes later, when they had caught their breath, they snuggled together and began whispering lovingly to each other like they did years ago. It had been ages since they had cuddled like this.

"Wow," Vicky said, "that was amazing."

James sighed contentedly and nodded his agreement.

Vicky asked, "James, where do we go from here? I mean this was so good and I don't want to lose it. Our sex life was nonexistent until I fu — you know — what happened last night."

"You mean when you fucked the cop?" James returned with a serious face.

Vicky looked at him with concern. She couldn't read how he felt by the tone of his voice. Then she saw him smile and she sighed with relief.

"I agree, sex was boring at best," James said.

"Should we go see a marriage councilor?"

James winced. He wasn't big on some book-learned specialist telling them how to live, but if Vicky wanted to do that he was willing. "Maybe," he answered. Then he said with a laugh, "Or you could see your cop friend again."

"Are you serious?"

"Uh — well, I — I was only joking."

"Oh," Vicky said with disappointment.

James felt his heart begin to thump hard in his chest. He almost couldn't believe the next words that came out of his mouth. "Well, maybe only halfway joking."

"Really? You would let me have — have sex with him again?" Vicky asked, and held her breath.

James was silent for a few moments, his mind racing, searching for an appropriate response. Could he actual let her do that? he asked himself. The first time was without his knowledge. If he agreed, there would be no denying it. It would be crazy, but their sex had been incredible tonight. What else could they do — they couldn't go back to the way it was; their marriage would be over for sure. He knew she was waiting for an answer. And he knew that how he answered could change their lives forever — for better or worse. "Well, I — I guess, as long as I could participate in some way."

Vicky opened her eyes with surprise. "Participate, how?"

"I don't know. I just don't want to be left out. I mean you would be having all the fun. Maybe we should find a couple?"

"I don't think I would like that," Vicky responded.

"That's a double standard isn't it?"

"Yes, but I am the jealous type."

"And I'm not."

"I've never seen you jealous."

"Well, sometimes I have been when I see guys looking at you."

"Really," Vicky said with a smile.

"I remember that good-looking guy where you work, you know when we went to your girlfriend, Jessica's, wedding. He was hitting on you all night."

"Yes he was. But I never knew you were jealous. Are you jealous that I had sex with the cop? Be honest please."

James thought for a minute. "Sure, at least I was when you first told me, but then — then — well, I felt excited. It was a funny feeling; you know, a mixture of jealously and excitement in the pit of my stomach."

"So you're excitement overcame your jealously?"

"I suppose so."

"So do the thought of me seeing the cop again excite you or make you jealous?"

"Uh ... both I guess."

"Hmm. Maybe if we planned it together and then I told you what we did, the excitement would overcome the jealously."

James answered with his own "Hmm."

While James's reaction was noncommittal, Vicky was encouraged that he hadn't said no, and that he at least might consider it. Otherwise she was afraid she was going to get into trouble because after having Jamal's cock inside her she knew it was going to be difficult or impossible not to have it again.

Vicky didn't want the conversation to end yet. She was thinking quickly. "You could help me get ready ... I mean pick out my clothes and such. Then when I get home I could tell you everything."

"I don't know. I might get really jealous sitting home thinking about what you were doing."

"Or get really excited," Vicky said with a smile.

"What if I could watch? You could bring him home here."

That didn't sound like a good idea to Vicky. "I'm not sure he would agree to that."

"I could do it without him knowing."

"You mean like a peeping Tom," Vicky said and burst into laughter.

James got a hurt look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Let's think about it."

"Okay."

Vicky looked down and was surprised to see that James had another erection. It was obvious that the conversation had stimulated him. A big smile came to her face and she said, "Why don't you fuck me again."

"I can do that," James answered and rolled over onto her. He lifted his hips and slipped his cock into her already saturated pussy. "Mmmmm," he moaned.

"Oh yes, your cock feels so good," Vicky gasped. "Can you imagine another big cock inside that warm pussy you're fucking? He would be fucking me just like you are. Making me gasp and scream. It would feel so good. Then when he was done, you could fuck me too. I'd be all stretched and sloppy. Isn't that sexy?"

"Mmmmm," James gasped at her words and pumped his cock into her harder.

"I will be your little slut wife. Fucking a strange man, but always coming home to you," Vicky whispered. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"Mmmmm," James gasped again. Incredibly he felt his balls begin to churn. He had never climaxed this quickly for a second time.

"That's it, fuck your little slut wife," Vicky hissed as her hips lifted to meet each of James's thrusts. She could feel her cunt begin to throb. A moment later she began to climax. "Oh fuck me hard, fuck me," she gasped as her body began to spasm.

James followed quickly and began to squirt his juice into her pussy for the second time that night.

* * *

Later that night Vicky woke James and they made love again. Even when they were first married they had not had sex three times in one night. Their sex life was definitely looking up.


	Chapter 4

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Vicky had one of the best weeks she had had in years. She and James had another discussion over breakfast and he agreed to let her go out with the cop again as long as she brought him back to their house. He did bring up the subject of her fucking him without a condom. When she said again that he couldn't wear one James was reluctant, but still agreed. Then he said jokingly, "Well, we want children, so if the cop looked like me, maybe it's all right. After all we have been trying for five years with no luck."

Vicky looked at James with shock. Although they had discussed adoption of a foreign child — if everything else failed — but this was not an option they had discussed. Vicky knew it was time to tell James that Jamal was black. She had been avoiding it all week, not knowing how he would react. She knew that James was not prejudice, but having a black guy fuck his wife might be a different issue. There was no way to avoid it any longer ... she had to tell him the truth.

"That might cause a problem," Vicky said.

"Is that because the guy has brown eyes," James said with a smile.

"Well he does have brown eyes. Actually ... he's brown all over."

James got a questioning look on his face.

"James, the cop, Jamal, is black."

James's mouth dropped open in shock. "Black! You never said that."

"I know. Does it make a difference?"

"Uh— well — uh — I don't know," James stammered. "You should have told me."

"I know, but it never came up."

"Right, I thought we were being honest with each other. You know you were keeping it from me," James said with disappointment.

"All right, yes I was. I'm sorry. I didn't lie to you, I just didn't tell you everything. I mean, I didn't know how you would react."

"That's no excuse."

"I know. I'm so sorry. I should have told you."

"Damn, if my mother ever found out — I don't want to think about that."

"What's the difference? If your mother found out I was fucking another man, any man, she would go ballistic anyway."

"Yeah, but she comes from a long line of southern segregationists. Something like this would kill her."

Vicky thought that might not be a bad outcome, but she said, "I know, but there is no reason she should ever know."

"Oh the contrary, if you are going to continue to fuck this guy without protection, she is going to find out."

"Well, maybe that would serve her right," Vicky returned with a little anger. She disliked James's mother and everything she stood for. It was amazing that James had turned out so different from her. Still, she knew that he loved his mother. "I'm sorry, I'm being bitchy."

"It's okay, I understand. But maybe we are being premature in that this guy might not agree to come back here anyway."

"That is true," Vicky said, thinking that Jamal would jump at the chance to fuck her again — at least she hoped so. "So are you okay that I fucked a black man?"

"I guess so. But you should make him to pull out before he cums. I'm not sure I'm ready to adopt a black baby," he said, but then smiled. "So do you like this guy?"

"Well, he's not the kind of guy I would have picked out if I were looking for an affair."

"Because he's black?" James asked.

"No ... actually that is an attraction for me. I think most women have fantasies about fucking black guys. But Jamal is pompous and arrogant. At least that was the impression I got. He calls his cock 'The Buford Black Snake." She laughed and James joined her.

"Truth is, he might not be a bad guy. However, I was drunk and had broken the law. But, personally I like guys more like you."

"As long as they have a ten inch cock," James returned with a laugh.

"That has never been a criteria before, but I think it will be in the future."

"So what does Jamal look like?"

"Imagine a singer in a reggae band. He is dark black with dreadlocks. He has a Jamaican accent."

"I can see why he's not your type," James said with a smile.

* * *

On Monday Vicky called Jamal and he quickly agreed to pick her up on Friday night. He suggested that they go to a dance club he frequented. He didn't seem to mind that James knew that she was going out with him. When she told him he just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Whatever works."

When Friday finally came around she was almost climbing the walls with excitement. She left work early and asked James to do the same thing. They had a quick and surprisingly quiet dinner. Both seemed to be deep in their own thoughts. James was wondering if he was doing the right thing and how he would stop it if things got out of hand. Yet he was still excited by the thought of his wife going out and bringing a man back to the house to fuck.

Vicky was nervous and excited at the same time. But she was worried about how James was going to react. It seemed like he was okay with everything during the week, but he had been very quiet this morning and during dinner. She knew that he was probably having second thoughts.

After dinner she found James sitting in the living room watching the news. She said, "James, why don't you come upstairs and take a shower with me. Then I can try on some outfits and you can help me pick one out."

James hesitated for a minute but then stood up and followed Vicky to the bathroom. He watched as she stripped and felt his excitement begin to build as she revealed her gorgeous body. He had seen it thousands of times, but she looked different somehow. She had a glow about her and her nipples seemed to be perpetually hard.

"Come on, get naked," Vicky said.

James took off his clothes and followed Vicky into the shower stall. As soon as he stepped in, Vicky pulled him to her and kissed him hard. He moaned when she reached down for his suddenly swelling cock.

"Mmmm, I love this cock," she whispered. "It's going to fuck me later tonight. I want this hard cock in my slut pussy later. Do you want to do that? Do you want to fuck your slut wife after she has been out on a date — and fucked another man."

James's answer was a moan. He kissed Vicky hard again. Then his head bent to her large breast and took a nipple inside his mouth.

"Yes, suck my tit."

James worked on one tit and then moved to the other. When he finished with that one he slowly went to his knees. Then he was staring at Vicky's hairless pussy, inches from his face. He slowly bent his head and began to lick the outside her pussy.

"Mmmm, that is making me so wet," she whispered. "Lick me, lick my pussy."

James pulled away and said, "You have to get ready. Let me wash you legs."

Vicky moaned, but knew James was right. "All right, if we have to."

With that James took a washcloth and began to gently wash his wife's soft thigh. He smiled up at her as he lathered one leg and then the other.

When he had gently washed both legs he picked up a razor. James shaved Vicky's legs without one nick. When he was done he dried her with a soft towel and then let her lead him over to the toilet where she sat down. She handed him a bottle of expensive skin cream and asked him to apply it to her legs.

James's cock was throbbing now. He thought for a moment that maybe he would just carry her to the bed and fuck her brains out. Yet, he knew that was not what she, or even he, wanted at that moment.

Vicky then put on her makeup while James watched. He had never paid attention to her applying makeup. It was fascinating to watch. She did it with such skill and efficiency. When she was done she looked ever more beautiful. He gazed lovingly at her.

"What?" she asked with a smile.

"You look beautiful ... I mean you always look beautiful, but you are positively glowing."

"Thank you, sweetheart," she responded. "Come on and help me pick out an outfit to wear."

James followed her into the bedroom and waited as she tried on several outfits. When she came out with her first outfit James let out a gasp. "That might be a little too risqué," James said, pointing to the fact that he could see her bare pussy below the tiny mini skirt.

"I suppose you're right," Vicky agreed. "Let me get into something a little more conservative."

When she came back out in a leather top and matching skirt she looked sexy, but a bit more appropriate.

"I'm still not going to wear panties," she said, lifting her skirt to show James that she was naked underneath. "That will make it easier for my date, don't you think?" she teased. She could see that James had an erection. She was just as excited as he was. In fact, her heart had been beating rapidly most of the day. She could hardly wait for Jamal to arrive.


	Chapter 5

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It was almost 8 P.M. when the front doorbell rang.

"Oh, there he is," Vicky said excitedly. "Go downstairs and let him in, then see if he wants anything to drink. I'll be down in a minute." She watched James leave the bedroom and head down the stairs. She went into the bathroom to dab some perfume onto her neck, between her breasts, and on the inside of both thighs.

The doorbell rang again just as James reached the front door. He opened it and saw Vicky's date standing on the porch.

"I'm Jamal Washington. I'm here to pick up Vicky," Jamal said as he reached out his hand to James.

"Yes, I'm James; Vicky will be down in a minute. Would you like something to drink — a beer or something?" James asked as he led James into the living room.

"No thanks, I'm driving. It wouldn't be good for a cop to get caught drinking and driving," he said and laughed.

"Uh ... no, that wouldn't be good," James returned. Jamal sat down and James sat across from him. Suddenly the room was very quiet. Neither man knew what to say to the other. Fortunately, the tension was broken when Vicky came into the room a few moments later.

Vicky walked in and kissed James on the cheek and then went over and sat next to Jamal. He put his arm around her.

"Hi," he said, "you look great."

"Thank you."

Vicky looked at James and said, "Jamal is going to take me dancing tonight over in Buford." Then she turned to Jamal and said, "I haven't been dancing in at least five years. I'm so excited."

"Wait till the guys at the club see you lady. I'm going to have to fight them off. They will all want to dance with you," Jamal laughed.

"Sounds wonderful," Vicky responded. "James, can you get my pocketbook from the kitchen?" Vicky asked.

"Uh — sure," he responded. As he got up and began walking out of the room he turned around and was shocked to see his wife kissing Jamal. He knew they had kissed before, but it was the first time he had seen his wife kiss another man ... at least passionately ... and of course, never a black man. Even more incredible he saw Vicky open her thighs to Jamal's hand.

James was suddenly filled with conflicting emotions. On one hand he could feel the butterflies of jealously in his stomach. On the other, and just as dominate, he could feel excitement. There was just no way he could have prepared himself for the reality of what he was seeing. Knowing that they were going to be fucking later that night was almost more than he could take.

James rushed out of the room and retrieved his wife's pocketbook and brought it back. He saw Vicky pull away from Jamal as he walked in. Jamal left his hand on Vicky's thigh, his fingers either touching or very close to touching her pussy.

Vicky pulled Jamal to his feet and led him to the door. As they walked out she turned to James and said, "See you later, sweetheart. You don't have to wait up for us."

Vicky knew that there was no way James was going to bed with her out on a date. He would be pacing around the house like a father waiting for his young daughter to return from her first date.

* * *

James tried to watch TV but it was impossible considering that every time he heard a car pass he was on his feet and scurrying to the window. Of course there was no way he could sleep. He was an emotional wreck, wondering if he was doing the right thing in allowing his wife to go out with another man. It was crazy, he told himself, the whole thing. What had gotten into him? Sure, Vicky had already had sex with the man, but that was different ... she didn't have much choice and, of course, he didn't know about it. But now he was allowing her to go out with another man with his permission. How could he do this? What kind of man let's his wife go out with and fuck another man?

Just as he was ready to call her and tell her to come home, his thoughts turned to the sex he and Vicky had had after she told him about fucking Jamal. That had been incredible, like nothing he had ever experienced. A chill of excitement ran up and down his spine. The butterflies, which he had suppressed with worry, began to flutter in his stomach again. He thought of Vicky spreading her legs for Jamal and allowing his long cock to slip into her tight pussy. A cock that she said was ten inches long. She might have even sucked him as they drove to town, pulling his long black cock from his pants and sucking the large head, like she had done for him earlier in the evening. James' cock grew hard.

Then he began to feel jealous again. Jamal's big cock would stretch her tight cunt, maybe so much she wouldn't enjoy him fucking her. And what if she allowed him to cum inside her again. He couldn't even think about the consequences of that.

James forced himself to pick up a book and try to read, as difficult as that was.

* * *

It was well after 2 A.M. when James finally heard a car pull into their driveway. He hurried to the upstairs window and saw Jamal get out of his police cruiser. He opened the door for Vicky and they walked onto the porch where they could no longer be seen. James hustled downstairs as quietly as possible. Feeling guilty, he went over to the window and gently pulled the curtain aside. When he did, a gasp escaped his lips. He saw his wife in the arms of Jamal again. He was kissing her neck and had his large black hand on her breast.

But when he looked down he saw that Vicky had his cock out and was holding it in her hand. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the size of Jamal's equipment. It looked huge.

"God, I've been feeling this thing pressing against me all night," Vicky whispered. "It's even bigger than I remembered."

"You make it that way," Jamal returned as he turned her face toward him and kissed her. His tongue slipped into her willing mouth and they both moaned.

James was almost trembling with jealously. But there was more — a lot more. His stomach was churning and his cock was throbbing so much that he thought he might climax if he even touched it. He couldn't believe how the combination of excitement and jealously were making him crazy with lust. Never had he felt this way. Then he gasped out loud as he watched his wife go to her knees in front of the tall black man. He saw the look of excitement on her face as she pulled his huge cock close to her face and began to lick it. It was almost more than he could take.

"Oh, Jesus, baby, if you keep that up I'll shoot right in your mouth," Jamal warned.

Vicky moaned in response. But then she felt Jamal pulling her to her feet.

"Let's go inside before the neighbors call the cops."

"You are the cops," Vicky laughed. She led Jamal into the house and told him to sit on the sofa for a minute while she got into something more comfortable.


	Chapter 6

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When Vicky arrived upstairs, she found James still up as she suspected. He was sitting on the sofa pretending to read. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts.

"Oh, you're home," he said as calm as he could muster. Inside he was anything but calm.

Vicky walked over to her husband and leaned down and kissed him passionately.

When they parted, both were breathless.

"Did you have a good time?" James asked.

"It was wonderful. But my feet are positively killing me. I must have danced a hundred times. Jamal was right, I was the center of attention."

"I bet you were."

"I'm going to slip into something more comfortable." As she headed to her closet she paused and turned around. "Are you still okay with this?" she asked. She had no idea what she would do or say if he said no.

"Uh ... sure," he responded, a little less than totally convincing.

Vicky figured that was as good as she was going to get. "Great," she said and hurried to her dressing room. When she came out she was wearing a tight white top and crotch--less panties. "So what do you think of this?"

"Mmmm," James murmured. "Maybe you want to stick around here for a minute," he joked.

Vicky was happy to see that his cock was hard. It was stretched down the leg of his shorts. "That looks very uncomfortable," she said, nodding to his obvious predicament. Then she moved quickly to him and dropped to her knees. She deftly pulled his cock from his shorts and began to gently lick the tip. Then she took the swollen head into her mouth and slowly sucked it, letting her saliva run down the shaft.

When she felt James's hand on her head she abruptly pulled away. "Later," she said with a lusty smile. Then she got up and quickly kissed his lips again and left the bedroom.

* * *

Downstairs, James was waiting rather impatiently for Vicky's return. He had stripped off his clothes and was sitting on the sofa. She had been teasing him relentlessly all night and he was ready to "fuck her brains out". His cock had been hard since the moment he saw her come into the living room earlier that evening. When he saw her enter the room his cock gave a lurch and he could feel pre-cum juice begin to bubble from the swollen head.

"I see you are ready for me," Vicky said excitedly. "You like my outfit?"

"I love it," Jamal said and reached for Vicky, pulling her to the sofa with him. Their lips went together immediately.

Vicky moaned as she took Jamal's tongue into her mouth. She sucked it as he began to caress her tit. Her hand reached for his pulsing cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and moaned again. She still wondered how she had ever taken that cock into her pussy. Her hand barely fit around it.

After a few moments of kissing, Vicky pulled away. She looked down at the large black cock in her hand. Then she bent her head and began to suck it.

It was Jamal's turn to moan. He threw his head back and gently pressed Vicky's head to his cock.

Vicky stretched her mouth wide and sucked the large head. The juice from pouring from the slit coated her tongue like a sweet and thick honey. She swallowed the juice and pumped her hand up and down the shaft for more.

"Oh, God, baby, if you keep that up I'm going to cum. I want to eat you and then fuck that sweet pussy again," Jamal gasped. He reluctantly pushed Vicky's head away. With one quick kiss he pulled her off the sofa and onto the floor. "Next time I want to fuck you in a soft bed. But for now the floor will have to do."

Vicky let Jamal lay her on the rug. She squealed when he lifted her legs and then spread them wide.

"Mmmm," he moaned as he stared at her swollen and dripping pussy.

With an animal like moan he bent his head and began to lick her throbbing slit.

"Oh yes, eat me," Vicky gasped as his long tongue split her lips and ran up and down the grove.

Vicky's hips began to push upward, trying to force Jamal's tongue deep into her needy pussy.

But Jamal wanted to tease her first. He continued to lick the swollen slit, pausing to suck her juices into his hungry mouth. Over and over his tongue ran up and down the slit, dipping briefly into her hole to retrieve more juice when it passed.

Vicky was squirming across the rug, making it difficult for Jamal to hold on. Suddenly her body tensed. "Oh God," she gasped as an unexpected climax rushed over her. She grabbed Jamal's arms and held tight as her body exploded with pleasure.

When Jamal felt her begin to climax he plunged his tongue deep inside. Her pussy clamped onto his tongue in a useless attempt to keep it trapped. Juice was literally pouring down his chin and dripping down the crack of her ass. He had never had a woman that climaxed as intensely or for as long as Vicky did. She was one hot fuck, he thought. He was content to let her have her pleasure for as long as it took. His reward was the ever-flowing sweet juice bubbling from deep inside her.

Slowly Vicky began to come back to earth. But before she could catch her breath, Jamal pulled his mouth away and knelt between her legs. He spread her legs and aimed his long black cock at her wet hole. He moved forward until his cock was just touching the flowering pussy lips.

"Oh yes, fuck me, Jamal," Vicky screamed.

Jamal, not wanting to disappoint his beautiful slut, complied. He slowly slipped his cock deeper and deeper into Vicky's hole. Inch by inch it went in until there was only a small portion left.

"Give me it all," Vicky gasped, reaching for Jamal's hips to pull him deeper. "Ahhhhh!!!" she hissed as she felt his cock touch bottom. She had it all. "Ohh!!" she gasped, lifting her hips to Jamal and forcing him to hold his cock deep inside her.

"Oh baby, I've got to fuck you," Jamal said when he could wait no longer. He began to fuck her with strong thrusts. Each time his cock hit bottom he heard Vicky grunt and cry out. Her face was contorted, and he wondered if she was feeling pain.

He thought about easing up until he heard Vicky cry out, "Fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me hard."

* * *

The screams from the living room were too much for James to take. He quietly slipped out of the bedroom and tiptoed down the stairs. From the shadow's of the hallway he looked into the living room. His mouth fell open when he saw his wife on the floor with Jamal fucking her. Her cries of pleasure, now so near and so vivid, made his cock throb in his shorts. Without a conscious thought he pulled his cock from his pants and began to stroke it. He watched in amazement as his wife took every inch of Jamal's long cock. The long shaft was slick and shinning with juice. He wondered where it all went each time he pulled out and then plunged back inside her.

"Yes, yes, yessssss!!!" he heard his wife scream as she began to climax. Her hips moved up and down in time with Jamal's pumping cock. He could head the sloppy sound made by her copious pussy juices. He couldn't remember her ever being that wet when he fucked her.

"Oh baby I'm going to cum," Jamal warned.

"Yes, yes, yes, cum," Vicky begged.

James was aghast when he heard his wife beg Jamal to cum. "Make him pull out," he whispered to himself. Yet, he knew that that wasn't going to happen. As he watched, Jamal plunged his cock as deeply as possible and froze. His head went back and his mouth opened. A scream of pleasure echoed from the walls of the living room as he began to pump her full of sperm.

James almost forgot that he had his hand on his cock as he watched his wife's pussy pulse, knowing that it was filling with cum. As second later the proof began to overflow. Suddenly, his own cock began squirt juice. He suppressed a gasp of pleasure as his cum blasted from the head and splattered onto the tile floor of the hallway. He continued to stare until Jamal collapsed onto his wife.

A few minutes later, embarrassed, James quietly got a towel and cleaned up his mess. When he looked into the living room again, he surprised to see Jamal still fucking his wife. He didn't appear that his cock had ever gone soft. This time, Vicky was on her side with Jamal sliding his cock in from the rear. He had an even better view of the long black cock stretching his wife's pussy. Vicky's eyes were closed and her face showed that she was still in the throws of pleasure. Cum from Jamal's first climax was flowing like a river down her thighs.

At one point, Vicky lifted her head and opened her eyes to stare right at him. James was too surprised to move. He stared back and felt his cock come to life again. He couldn't be sure, but Vicky appeared to smile at him briefly. Their eyes locked and something connected between them ... it was a defining moment in their relationship.

A moment later Jamal flipped Vicky onto her knees. He knelt behind her and began to fuck her doggy style.

Vicky cried out. Her body trembled and it appeared that she was climaxing again.

James watched until he saw Jamal's body began to tense. As he turned to go back upstairs he could hear Jamal screaming that he was cumming again. His ears rang with that scream and the responding cries from his wife. He could almost see the potent sperm splattering against the sticky walls of his wife's pussy.

* * *

It was about forty minutes later when James heard the bedroom door opening. He was lying on the bed naked, pretending to be asleep when Vicky walked over.

"Well, I guess if you're asleep then you don't want to fuck your little slut," she whispered as she stared at her husband.

James opened his eyes, acting as if he had dozed off. In fact, he had been waiting apprehensively for her return.

"I've been bad and fucked another man," Vicky said with her most innocent smile. "But now I want to fuck my husband. I want his hard cock slipping into my pussy. Just lay back, I want to sit on your cock."

James's half hard cock sprang to erection. He watched as Vicky crawled onto the bed and squatted over his cock. He held his breath as she slowly moved lower until the head of his cock entered her sopping pussy.

"Ohhhh!!!" he gasped as his cock slipped into her well-used hole.

It was slick, but surprisingly tight considering the workout it had just received.

"Oh yes, let me take that cock deep into my slut pussy," Vicky moaned as she slowly lower herself onto James's cock. She went down several inches before lifting up again. "Ohhhh!, she moaned. Soon she was moving up and down slowly, taking her husband's cock into her pussy, deeper each time until she had it all inside her. "Just lie still and let me fuck you."

James didn't answer. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his wife's pussy massaging his throbbing cock. He knew that if she kept it up he wouldn't last very long.

Vicky began to move up and down more swiftly. The room quickly filled with their moans and the sloppy sound of their joined sex organs.

Surprisingly James no longer felt jealous over his wife making love to another man. He was the one that had her now ... fucking his wonderful wife in their marriage bed and Jamal was driving home alone. He felt pride that she was his. It was a strange feeling. He knew he couldn't match Jamal in the sexual organ department, but he felt like he had more to offer than just sex. Something had changed for him and he wasn't sure exactly what it was or even what it meant. He felt a sense of pride. He remembered the moment Vicky stared at him. It was like she was saying, "This is fun, but you are my husband."

"I love you," he said as he opened his eyes and stared at his wife.

She smiled and said, "I love you too."

Within moments he felt his balls began to tighten. With a scream he began to cum, pouring his seed into his wife's stretched hole.

When his balls were drained, he smiled up at her and opened his arms. She collapsed into him and their lips went together.

"I love you," she whispered again.

"I love you too," he answered.

A few moments later they were asleep in each other's arms.

* * *

It was a new beginning for Vicky and James. Their lives would be altered forever. They were on a path that few marriages chose to travel — yet in many ways it was a far better path; a path that might find Vicky pregnant with a baby, belonging not to James, but to one of her many potent black lovers.

_Thanks to "Fuzzywuzzy" for the editing._


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