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One weekend afternoon, an icy rain passed through the suburban neighborhood and forced Jim and Anna, a young married white couple, to cancel their plans and remain home.
This was disappointing news for Anna, who had been planning to go on a second date to the city with Antwan, her live-in black boyfriend. Her husband Jim knew Anna was dating him and supported it. Although they were new to it, and still working out the details, they practiced an open marriage. Anna maintained sexual relations with Antwan while Jim, who enjoyed being cucked, watched them have sex. For the past few months, they had explored interracial cuckolding, and so far everyone was happy with this arrangement.
Since the eagerly awaited date was postponed, Anna took a nap in her room while Jim and Antwan played e-sport video games in the living room.
After a couple of hours, Anna awoke and went looking for her guys. When she found them, she skipped into the room, spinning on her argyle sock covered feet, and waving her arms out like a prima ballerina.
With her shoulder length hair drawn into a ponytail, Anna danced around the room, looking adorable in her loose v-neck sweater, her green plaid skirt occasionally flipping up to reveal her white panties. She swirled and swished around the guys, running her hands through their hair, standing in front of the TV screen, doing her best to distract them from their game. In spite of her attempts to draw their attention, they only complained and told her to move aside.
Not to be discouraged, Anna swiped Antwan's controller and tossed it to another cushioned chair, then she lifted one of her lovely white legs over his lap, straddling him. Before he could complain, she rubbed and gyrated her body against him.
"Jim, you see what yo wifey be doin'?"
"Can't. Too busy beating you." Jim replied, still playing the game.
"Yo, Anna. What y'all be about'? Can you sit somewhere else so I can play the game?" Antwan tried and failed to see around his cute, flowery scented, light-brown haired obstacle.
Completely blocking Antwan, Anna put her hands on his shoulders and stared at him with her innocent smile.
"I want to play too," Anna said with a gentle whine.
"We can give y'all a turn."
She shook her head. "The game I want to play isn't a video game."
Antwan put his hands on her hips. "So, whatcha wanna play?"
"I want to play hide-black-cock-in-my-white pussy," she said in a hushed voice.
A smile curled on Antwan's lips. "What are the rules of the game?"
"Rule number one is give me sex now!" Anna bounced up and down on his lap. "Please! I want to feel you in me. I want to feel you slide in me and penetrate me deep inside."
"There! I beat you." Jim executed a finishing move, defeating Antwan in the game.
"See what you did? I lost because of y'all out of control hormones."
"I've been naughty, daddy. Punish me!" Anna ground her hips on his lap with more emphasis, applying great pressure with her groin, teasing him with the alluring gap between her legs.
Antwan thought it over for a few seconds.
"Awight, bet!" Antwan peeled off his white tee, revealing his broad, muscular black chest.
"Sex! Yay!" Anna pumped a fist in victory and feverishly pulled off her v-neck sweater.
Anna's husband's Jim, now took note of his wife's activities with Antwan.
"Whoa. Hold on, guys. Slow down!" Jim sprang up.
Antwan and Anna looked curiously at Jim. Was he trying to stop them? Was he finally becoming jealous?
"Wait for me to record a video. I don't want to miss anything." Jim said, showing he hadn't changed, he was still a hardcore cuckold.
Jim switched off the video game, whipped out his phone and aimed the camera at them.
Antwan pulled his basketball shorts and boxers down. While undoing her bra, Anna raised her body enough for her black lover to lower his clothes to his ankles. He pulled them over his sneakers, and kicked them free. His black cock hung out, thick and long.
"Look at that beautiful cock." Quivering with excitement, Anna stood up, her white boobies bouncing, and pulled her skirt and panties.
"Come on and get it, girl." Antwan reclined on the sofa, arms spread out, his voice full of sexy confidence.
"I want to feel you in me so bad," she said.
Eager to begin, Anna perched herself on Antwan, facing him, her petite body straddling his large one.
"Yo, Jim. Help a brotha out with his shoes." Antwan said, holding up his sneakers.
"Just a sec," Jim said.
Over the past couple of months, Jim had bought video equipment, so he had a tripod handy to hold up his phone. After positioning it to capture the action, Jim rushed over to help.
"I got ya, brah." Jim got on his knees, and plucked Antwan's shoes and socks off.
"I'm happy to improve race relations."
"It's a start," Antwan chuckled.
"Thank you, sweetie." Blowing a kiss, Anna stroked the top of Jim's head. "You're the best husband ever."
Both completely naked, Antwan and Anna held each other. Her soft white figure was a sensuous sight astride his black muscular body. Jim admired the view of his wife, staring at her ample breasts, the slender beauty of her waist, and the alluring curve of her back, hips and legs.
"I woke up from my nap dreaming about sex with you." Anna ran her feminine fingers with classy rounded tips, gently up and down the sides of Antwan's face, broad shoulders, and beefy arms.
"Did y'all like the dream?"
"No, because it ended." Anna playfully smiled. "Can you be my black prince and make my interracial dreams come true?"
Antwan's hands reached down to her ass and squeezed. "Girl, you don't have to ask me twice."
"Is that okay with you, Jim?" Anna turned to her husband, shyly peeking over her shoulder.
"Go for it, baby." Jim encouraged her. "You'll make us both happy."
Anna caressed the sides of Antwan's head, running her light, tan fingers through his dark, poufy hair. His large black hands massaged her sides and back, sending tingles through her skin. Anna leaned in, her mouth slightly parted, brushed her lips on his, offering herself, in return he closed his mouth on hers, so together, with slow and tender exploration, they open-mouth kissed in front of her husband Jim. Their kiss went on, deepening as they fondled each other.
"Dayum, that's so fuckin' hot." Jim whispered to himself, rubbing the growing arousal in his pants.
Jim circled them, recording with relish, savoring the sight of his wife kissing Antwan. For him, it was heart-racing to see the woman he loved, so delicate and vulnerable, held in the arms of a strong black man whose lips she surrendered to.
Jim was held prisoner by the back and forth sway of their heads as they opened and closed their mouths together.
"Oh, I'm so hot." Anna moaned.
Antwan kissed her neck. "You want this?"
"I do."
"Do you want this all the time?"
"Yes, I don't think I have a choice." She caressed his face and peered into his eyes.
