Bryan’s POV:
On the day I found out that my white wife had been fucking a black man, I still couldn’t force myself to confront Diane about it. She’d been a staff development consultant for area school districts working on a dozen statewide projects with dozens of other professional education people from all over the Midwest and that included one African American colleague from the Detroit Metro area. The thing is, I really thought I liked this guy, but I’m not cold-blooded enough to let her go off with the better man. Besides, I told myself, Diane doesn’t really want to leave me for this man. She just needed to have a black cock fuck her every now and then. I didn’t know it at the time, but she’d been fucking him off and on for close to seven months. I also didn’t know that there had been a serious complication in our life together.
It all started for me when I accidentally listened to an unerased segment from an audio cassette tape one night a week or so back. It was a small cartridge style tape that is used in those voice activated tape recorders, and I was going through a few old tapes to see if I could use one for a business meeting I had the next morning. I’d listen to seminar notes and lecture material and then I’d fast forward the tape trying to decide if there was enough space to put about an hour’s worth of new notes toward the end of an old tape. If I hadn’t been such a cheapskate, I wouldn’t have overheard something that I knew Diane hadn’t realized had been recorded during one of her many evenings out of town at educational conferences.
“What time is it?” A male voice asked on the tape.
“About a quarter to one in the morning,” my wife’s voice replied.
“Jesus, I’d better get some sleep,” the man said.
“Oh no you don’t, mister,” Diane insisted. “You’re not leaving this room until you fuck me, and that’s final!”
James Kenton was forty-one years old and my wife, Diane, was thirty-six when I uncovered this unexpected twist in their professional relationship.
“You know something, Diane?” James’s voice said. “For the first time since I was a newlywed, making love has become an inevitable part of our days together.”
The next words I heard on the tape were from a very familiar invitation:
“Would you like to rub my front?” Diane’s voice asked. Her words brought a strangling lump up to my throat. She’d always asked me that question whenever she was eager to begin sexual foreplay. I began to imagine his huge black hands and long thin fingers roaming across the smooth white flesh of my wife’s breasts as the tape echoes small feminine gasps and moans.
“I love how your gorgeous dark body contrasts against mine, James.”
“I used to hate my body,” James said. “When I was a youngster growing up in Southgate, I had a real weight problem. The neighbor kids would always call me Fat Boy.”
“You’re kidding!”
“It’s true. And of course the more they teased me, the more depressed I’d become and so...”
“The more you’d eat.”
“That’s how it was. Anyway in my last year of high school, I discovered weight training and promised myself that I would stick to it until I became fit and slim.”
“Wow, I’m impressed.”
“No more Fat Boy after that,” James said.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Diane responded. “What I’ve got my hands on down here under the covers feels like an eagerly fat fella who’s dying to come in out of the cold.”
“He’s not fat, he’s pleasingly plump.”
Diane’s POV:
Diane watched as James took hold of a small tube of KY Jelly and slowly squeezed out a large glob of clear gel onto the tips of his black fingers. Then those dark fingers dropped out of sight between Diane’s thighs and the shocking cold lubricant oozed a chilling trail across the delicate tissue of her swollen labial lips. Seconds later his wet emboldened fingers slipped gently between the opening of her loins so that he could smear her inner tissues with the cool wet gelatin.
“Oh, my God,” Diane gasped.
James Kenton’s black fingers poked and stroked playfully in the newly moistened warmth inside Diane’s cunt. The sensations running through her both made her ache, yet stimulated the raw nerves inside her loins. For a full minutes on end James Kenton plied at her body with his fingers. The lubricant stimulated Diane’s own natural juices, making a glorious mess on the sheets underneath her.
“Enough,” Diane said throatily after she’d nearly cum under his fingers. “I want your fat boy inside me now, James. I can’t wait any longer.”
James scrambled quickly over Diane’s naked white body positioning himself until he’d planted the long blunt tip of his erection securely at the base of her sloppy wet swollen labia. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
“No, and I suspect that I never will,” Diane giggled. She parted and raised her thighs so that James could fit tightly against her coital saddle. Then taking a hold of the end of his black erected penis, Diane carefully guided his potent black dick right to the brink of her body’s welcoming loins. Both she and James moaned in harmony as he pushed his eleven inch length deep into her moist accepting vagina. For the next several minutes there was only the slight space of a few inches between them as she felt him pull his cock back momentarily only to shove his length totally back into her womb in order to bask in the juicy wet glory of his white lover. What stamina her brawny black admirer had. James’s long prodding fat boy soon had Diane whimpering, kissing, licking, and nipping at his face with her teeth along his chin and cheek and mouth wanting to consume him with her lips. Diane moaned with the exquisite pleasure of the imposing experience of his huge black dick stretching her so fully.
As soon as the black man began breathing hard over her, Diane gave him the emotional go ahead to complete his climax. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body and pulled him as close as she possibly could. “You’ve got me now, James Kenton, and there’s nothing...”
Bryan’s POV:
“You’ve got me now, James Kenton, and there’s nothing I can do about it.” Diane used her soft, little girl voice--the one she uses whenever lovemaking becomes pure pleasure for her. “Show me what that fat boy of yours can do.”
James sighed and groaned and even sputtered a bit.
Suddenly I realized that I was listening to James Kenton climaxing. A black man I’d met only once was ejaculating his sperm into my white wife. Of course, even if I hadn’t been totally certain, it would only take a few choice words from Diane to verify the image for me:
