Heather makes a choice
by Cheryl

It seems a lot of your male contributors actually encourage their
wives to stray from the marital bed. In my case things happened a
little differently - I was the one who decided to take a black
lover, my husband had no say in the matter, and I have no regrets.
Danny and his mates keep me so good and satisfied that poor old
George has been relegated to the spare room to wank his puny three
inches as my big-cocked black lovers pleasure me. My name's Heather
by the way and I'd only been married to George for a couple of
months before I let Danny fuck me. Even on our honeymoon things were
going downhill between George and I.

For a start I'd expected him to take me somewhere expensive but
instead of the Bahamas we ended up in North Wales for a rainy week
of boredom. It seemed that George's removal business was virtually
bankrupt - a fact  he'd neglected to tell me before the wedding -
and there was no cash to spare. Well, what more could a beautiful 24
year old blonde with a high sexual drive ask for than a week in a
cheap hotel in Wales with a  miserable, balding 37 year old? Despite
his exertions he was hopeless in the sack. I could hardly feel his
little cock as he puffed and panted on top of me, and the one time I
wore black stockings and black spike - heels he came before he
entered me, a few weak drops of watery spunk that dribbled onto the
floor. As we drove back home to Manchester we had our first major
row. George confessed that he'd never been a "repeat performer" and
told me it was a myth that men could get it up twice a night or
more. "And are all men as small as you George?" I sneered.
condescendingly. "Maybe you'd be better off making love to me with
your little finger next time". George vowed to try harder but that
night showed no improvement. He came all over my black lace gloves
as I took a tape measure to his insignificant little member.

Needless to say I kicked him out of bed that night, telling him that
he had to earn his place next to me, and he could come back when
he'd learnt how to screw. Next evening George had to meet Danny, his
rival in business. Danny had apparantly driven George to the point
of bankrupcy by a ruthless undercutting policy. It appeared that
George still owed Danny a four figure sum, and relations were none
too good between  them. I knew that Danny was something of a
ladykiller  and apparantly he thought I was "too good" for George.
Although I'd only met him in once I knew he fancied me, he had
blatantly eyed me up from top to bottom last time  we met, and with
his good looks, tight muscular black body  and lots  of charm he was
certainly more than a match for George. Danny was due round at eight
and after a few vodkas I thought I'd dress to impress, even though
George said I needn't. To be honest I knew a little amateur flirting
with Danny might improve George's performance. That night I sent
George downstairs before curling my hair, painting my lips a bright
rouge, going a little overboard on the make up and slipping on my
slinky tight black velvet dress that comes down to just below mid -
thigh. To finish things off I wore black seamed stockings, whorish
red three-inch stillettos with bows and a gold ankle chain.

Even if I say so myself I was dressed to be fucked. George pleaded
with me to wait upstairs while he dealt with Danny but I wasn't to
be put off. When the doorbell rang I swayed seductively down the
stairs with George panting along after me. "Please Heather" he
panted, but I was already opening the door... to the most gorgeous
man I had seen in a long time. Danny was wearing a tight, thin black
T shirt which showed off his magnificant body perfectly. Oh, that
body,  honest I was drooling as he stood, hands on hips, muscles
flexed and feasted his eyes on my wet mouth, puckering nipples and
quivering thighs. The sexual chemistry between us was electric, no
doubt about it. Christ, I was already aching for him, my hormones
were going wild. "Hi Heather, you really look stunning this evening"
he said in a sexy, deep voice. "You don't look so bad yourself" I
replied tartily as I pulled back my shoulders and stuck my tits out
for him. He glanced down at them for a long, long second, then into
my eyes. I licked my lips slowly, all the time holding his gaze.
"You'd better come in" As I wiggled into the lounge I could feel him
getting a good eyeful of my swaying arse and seamed stockings.

God I'd never felt so horny. George quite simply wasn't in the same
league. He looked a little scared of Danny as they sat down to
discuss the 5000 pounds George owed. Danny is well over 6'5 with a
body to match. If they ever came to blows I certainly wouldn't put
any money on my husband, but as it turned out George was too much of
a wimp for that. I went to fetch some wine, and when I returned
Danny was leering at George, saying "Come on Georgie, how about it?"
George didn't look happy at all. "What's the matter with you
George?" I asked, but deep down I already  knew. Danny had told
George that if he didn't have the money tonight he was going to take
me - subject to my approval of course - and shag the arse off me.
This would earn my husband a little more time to pay. Danny asked me
to make my decision quickly, as he was getting hard just looking at
my hot little body. "What do you think darling?" I asked George.
"It's an offer we can't refuse, wouldn't you say?" I felt such a
bitch as I sidled up to Danny, softly stroking my erect nipples and
licking my lips. Standing beside him and keeping eye contact with
George I started to run my painted hand up and down his massive
cock-bulge. "Darling," I cooed into Danny's ear as I felt his hand
move in between my thighs, "Please take me upstairs...I need your
cock...George can't satisfy me...please darling, I need a real man's
sperm."

Despite George's protestations Danny took me firmly by the hand and
led me upstairs towards the marital bedroom. George tried to follow
but Danny pushed him roughly out of the way, telling him that I was
his woman now. He locked the door and we both started to strip,
nothing subtle about it, we were both so desparate. With me down to
stockings and stilettos and him stark bollock naked he stood over me
wanking his huge, straining tool. Honest, it streached way past his
belly button and was as thick as my arm. I streched my thighs back
to my shoulders opening my sopping fanny wide with my hands. He
moved closer. Knowing that George must be listening outside the door
I started to compliment Danny's manhood, telling him how much bigger
he was than George, and that I was his woman now to take whenever he
wished. "I'll do anything for you, Danny," I said. "Just fuck me."

Danny placed his engorged prick betweed my fanny lips and muttered
"You've asked for this" before ramming it in all the way to the
hilt. I swear I screamed out loud, I was in heaven, I'd never been
filled like that before. "OOh darling! that's fucking gorgeous" I
moaned as he fucked me so hard, all over the bed from every angle.
"You're the best!" That night Danny totally spoiled me for George,
or any other man under 9" for that matter. He pleasured me like no
man has before, fucking his huge cock up me so hard I honestly
thought it would come into my womb. He left the next morning leaving
me in a right state, exhausted but deeply satisfied in a bed of
spunk and love juice. I haven't let George touch me since then.
Well, when a girl's tried the best she can forget the rest, right?
Danny has now introduced me to three of his big cocked mates who
satisfy me every night while George has to rely on his imagination
and our sounds of passion for his satisfaction - and I wouldn't have
it any other way.
   
Heather, Bury

