Anal Sex, Ass Play, & Tossing Salad

Husband introduces his wife and his sexy sister-in-law to anal sex and succeeds finally, after failing.

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A sight to behold, Marcus walked in the kitchen to see his wife standing by the sink with her back to him. With the focus of his stare concentrating on the shapely roundness of her butt, his cock involuntarily pushed against his pants. So tightly firm, he always enjoyed fondling her firm ass. Preserved by diet and shaped by exercise, not ruined by fast foods and sitting all day, out of all the butts of his friends’ wives, his wife, Kenisha, had the best butt. Obviously by the length of his focused stare, no doubt, as he routinely tried, only to be routinely rejected, wanting to take her right where she stood and fuck her up her ass, did he dare lift up her short skirt, pull down her bikini panty, and bend her over to have his wicked way with his wife in the kitchen? Always pressuring her to have anal sex with him, the unanswered question was not would she have anal sex with him now, but would she ever have anal sex with him?

“Umm, umm, umm, she has such a sweet ass,” he mumbled to himself.

Even in college, she had that same, sweet ass that she squeezed in a tight pair of designer jeans and that he squeezed, when making out with her in his car. Apparently horny by just the mere backside sight of her, just as he was excited thinking about her ass then, he was even more excited seeing her ass now.

“Put a ring on that black bitch,” his friends told him. Glad that he took their advice, marrying Kenisha was the best decision he ever made. Even if she never gave him anal sex, God perish the thought, she was still a fine looking woman and he loved her to death.

“I love her ass. I’d love to tap that ass right now,” he mumbled under his breath, while still staring at her ass and fingering his cock through his pants. “Oh, yeah, my baby has ass. My baby got back.” As soon as he thought that to himself, my baby got back, he thought of the song, Baby Got Back, by Sir Mix-A-Lot. The lyrics that he remembered of the song played through his head, as he stood in the doorway and stared at his wife’s ass.

“I like big butts and I cannot lie…Baby got back! I like ’em round, and big and when I’m throwin’ a gig I just can’t help myself, I’m actin’ like an animal. Now here’s my scandal I wanna get you home and ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh. I ain’t talkin’ bout Playboy ’cause silicone parts are made for toys. I want ’em real thick and juicy, so find that juicy double. Mix-a-Lot’s in trouble beggin’ for a piece of that bubble. So I’m lookin’ at rock videos knock-kneed bimbos walkin’ like hoes, you can have them bimbos. I’ll keep my women like Flo Jo. A word to the thick soul sisters, I wanna get with ya. I won’t cuss or hit ya. But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna fuck, till the break of dawn. Baby got it goin’ on. A lot of simps won’t like this song ’cause them punks like to hit it and quit it and I’d rather stay and play, ’cause I’m long, and I’m strong and I’m down to get the friction on. So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah} If you wanna roll in my Mercedes {Yeah!}, then turn around! Stick it out! Even white boys got to shout, baby got back!”

Needing a bit of sexual relief, he walked up to Kenisha and kissed the back of her neck, before leaning into her. With his arms wrapped around her waist and his big hands reaching up to cup her big tits through her blouse, no doubt, testing to see how far she let him go, he lightly fingered her emerging nipples through her blouse and bra. He squatted down a little to find a familiar exciting place, where he buried the bulge in his pants between her ass cheeks in her short skirt, while continuing to fondle her abundant breasts through her blouse and bra.

He loved her breasts nearly as much as he loved her ass. By slowly moving his body up and down, as if doing mini squats, forever trying to get her in the mood, he rubbed the length of her ass crack through her skirt with the erection he had growing in his pants. With her back still turned to him and with her still facing out the big kitchen window, waiting for her to stop him, he unbuttoned her blouse one slow button at a time.

Exposing her bra clad breasts and her long, deep line of cleavage to any neighbor, who was looking, while fingering her big, black nipples through her bra and rubbing against her firm, round ass, just as it was unusual for her to allow him to undress her in front of any window, it was unusual for Kenisha to allow him to get this far with her so early in the morning. Total opposite in their sexual preferences, he was a morning man and she was a night woman. Preferring the light of day to have sex anywhere, living room, kitchen, and even outside, she preferred having sex in a darkened room, while beneath the covers. Ass or tits, such an ass man, if he had to choose one or the other, he’d choose her ass, but he loved her firm, full breasts and big nipples that, when sucking them, popped from his mouth in the way that a champagne cork pops from a bottle.

Not one to expose herself, normally a sexually shy and private person, especially when it comes to nudity, after what happened two weeks ago at the barbeque, by evidence of allowing Marcus to so expose her by unbuttoning her blouse in front of their kitchen window and in sight of her neighbors now, Kenisha had caught the exhibitionist fever. Now, with her hormones raging out of control, the sexual exhibitionistic slut she has suddenly become, she wished her husband would lift her bra and expose her big breasts to her neighbor, Mr. Johnson. Already out in his backyard mowing his lawn, tempted to knock on the kitchen window to get his attention and flash him her tits, Mr. Johnson always made excuses to engage her in conversation, whenever he spotted her sunning herself out back in her barely there bikini.

Only, just as most of the black men she knows do, he more stares at her ass than her breasts. Wondering what his reaction would be, if he happened to look over and see her standing there topless, if only her husband would lift her bra, she wouldn’t cover her nakedness with her hands. Making her want to touch herself, just the thought of him seeing her naked breasts excited her. Only, with Marcus content to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her bra and with her relegated to only flashing her neighbor her bra clad breasts and cleavage, seemingly more interested in her ass than in her breasts, her husband showed no signs of lifting her bra and she wasn’t about to reveal to him the slut that she has become by telling him to do so.

“Good morning, Marcus,” she said leaning her head back to swoon in his arms, while he massaged her tits, fingered her nipples, and slowly humped, rubbed, and squeezed her ass.

No doubt, feeling the heat of her stare, seeing her standing there through her kitchen window, finally, Mr. Johnson looked over at Kenisha and waved, before his face showed signs of excited shock at what he, no doubt, saw. Standing there with her blouse flayed wide open and her bra and long, deep line of cleavage so openly and unashamedly exposed, she returned his wave with a sexy smile. If there was a man she’d cheat on her husband with, such a handsome man he was, she’d cheat on him with Mr. Johnson. With her husband not interested in tossing her salad, just as she wasn’t interested in having anal sex with him, she wondered if Mr. Johnson would be interested in tossing her salad. If he tossed her salad, she’d suck his cock. Oh, yeah, in exchange for licking her ass, she would suck his cock. If he tossed her salad, even though she’s been faithful to Marcus, with there being something so sexually exciting about Mr. Johnson, she’d even allow him to take her and fuck her pussy.

Damn, damn, double damn, if only Marcus had put a finger beneath her bra and lifted, as he always does, she’d be so exposed and Mr. Johnson would have seen her tits. Especially now that she was feeling so sexually excited by her man feeling her breasts through her bra and rubbing up against her ass with his erection, she would have liked to have flash her neighbor her breasts. Maybe the next time she’s out sunning, she’ll summon the courage sun topless or accidentally on purpose drop her bikini top, while he’s talking to her. By the concentrated focus of his stare, however, knowing her neighbor was more interested in her ass than in her breasts, staring more at her ass, whenever he saw her in her bikini, he probably wouldn’t even realize that she was topless.

“Good morning, baby,” said Marcus in his best Barry White voice.

“Good morning, Marcus.”

Already sexually excited, she turned to face him and they kissed, as if they were kissing on the dance floor at their wedding five years ago.

“Turn around and bend over, Kenisha,” whispered Marcus to his wife.

“Turn around? Why?” Knowing he was up to something, Kenisha shot her husband a look.

“I just wanna see somethin’,” he said with a sly smile.

“You want to see something? You’ve seen my black ass a million times before, Marcus,” she said with an excited laugh, while watching Mr. Johnson parading back and forth and mowing the same little patch of grass, while looking over at her through the kitchen window. No doubt, seeing her in her bra, it made her hot knowing that Mr. Johnson was interested enough to continue to look over. “What do you mean, you want to see something?”

“Nothin’, I just wanna see somethin’. C’mon, play along with me, baby. I just wanna see somethin’,” he said kissing her neck, while continuing to feel her big, breasts through her bra.

“Oh, no. Hell no! I won’t fall for that again. I’ll not bend over, thank you very much. Fool me once, I’m not stupid enough for you to fool me again,” she said with a hand to her hip, while waving her manicured finger in his face. “The last time you said that to me, that you wanna see somethin’, was when I was wearing my tube top at the barbeque,” said Kenisha with her face suddenly becoming flushed, while wishing Marcus had lifted her bra a moment earlier to flash Mr. Johnson her tits.

“Gees, Kenisha. Are you still mad at me about that? Get over it,” he said laughing. “You must admit, though, that you were the hit of the barbeque,” said Marcus with another but longer laugh.

“The hit of the barbeque my ass,” she said sticking out a pouty lip.

“Actually, baby, and I’m sorry to say this being the ass man that I am, but the hit of your barbeque were your tits and not your ass,” he said laughing at his wife.

“Very funny, Marcus, but if I was anything, I was the fool of the barbeque. Jump up and down, Kenisha. I just wanna see somethin’, you said. Do you remember saying that, Marcus? Umm-hmm,” she said tossing her hair with a flick of her head, as if she was a boxer dodging a punch. “The obedient wife that I am, I was so stupid to trust you?”

“Remember it? Are you kidding me? Oh, baby, I’ll never forget that show,” said Marcus with a dirty laugh. “Boy, we had some hot, sexy pillow talk, while having even hotter sex that night, after that tube top flashing incident.”

“The fool that I am to jump up and down doing jumping jacks like Michelle Obama, while wearing my tube top, I couldn’t believe it when my tits fell out of my top. Everyone, all your friends, my co-workers, your co-workers, and your brother saw my tits. With all of those cameras and cell phones flashing to take my topless picture, I’m sure my YouTube video is posted everywhere. Never was I so embarrassed. I just wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere and die. How can I ever face these people again?”

“Yeah, well, you were drunk enough that it took you several, very long seconds to realize that your tits were flopping around. That was so unbelievably hot, baby,” he said wrapping a hand around her slim waist to pull her close enough to give her a another kiss, his excuse to reach down and cup her sweet ass through her short skirt. “Hey, if it’s any consolation, at least everyone knows that your tits are real and not phony silicone,” he said laughing again.

“Some consolation that is,” she said pushing hard against his chest. “I was humiliated, Marcus, that you purposely did that to flash everyone my breasts. How could you do that to me?”

“C’mon, Kenisha, what’s the big deal? When you didn’t notice right away that your tits were out, I thought you were playing along. I thought you were enjoying flashing everyone your big boobs. Seriously, baby, I thought you were okay with flashing everyone your tits. Man, that was the best party we ever had, Kenisha,” said Marcus laughing, while reaching out to fondle her breasts through her bra. “You should have seen how my friends were staring at your tits, baby.”

“Maybe that was the best party for you, at my expense, Marcus, but it was the worst party for me. Thanks for telling me that I was so exposed,” she said punching him in the shoulder. “I can’t believe you thought that I was purposely flashing my boobs. You must think me a slut to think that I’d flashed everyone my breasts. I still cringe at the thought that all of your drunken friends saw my tits. Now, every time your brother comes over, he stares at my boobs through my top.”

“My brother always liked you, if you know what I mean,” said Marcus humping the air with his hips, as if he was humping her ass. “Just as I would, too, he’d love nothing better than to get down and dirty with you, if you know what I mean, baby,” he said squeezing her ass.

“Yeah, unfortunately, I do know what you mean. Perversion must run in your family, because your father is just as much as a horn ball as you and your brother are. He’s always staring down my top and copping a cheap feel of my ass, whenever he hugs me.”

“Get over it, Kenisha,” he said with a laugh. “It was all just harmless fun. Besides, that barbeque is in the past.”

“Past? I’d hardly call two weeks ago much of a past, Marcus. How would you like it, if I pulled your bathing suit down in front of all my girlfriends, my female co-workers, your female co-workers, and in front of my mother and sister?”

“Seriously? Are you kidding me? Would you? I’d love for you to do that, baby.” Marcus’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, no doubt, by the thought of Kenisha flashing everyone his cock. “A great way for me to expose myself without consequences, I love the idea of my wife flashing my cock to every female that I know,” he said laughing.

“You would,” she said. “Well, don’t get your hopes up because that will never happen. You’re my man and what you have in your pants and between your legs belongs only to me.”

“Seriously, though, I wonder what your mother would do if seeing my cock? What do you think she’d do, Kenisha? Would she look? Would she stare? I wonder what your slutty sister, Latoya, would do if seeing my cock? Just as I know she’d look and stare, would she reach out and touch it? Would she take my cock in her hand to fondle it, before stroking it? Would she fall to her knees and suck it? Oh, my God, Kenisha, that would be so hot for you to–”

“Don’t even go there, Marcus. Don’t you be disrespecting my mother and my baby sister by thinking about flashing them your cock,” she said waving her finger in his face again. “I’m sorry I even used them as an example.”

“Look, Kenisha, there’s that Mr. Johnson, who’s so hot for you. Turn around so that I can flash him your knockers,” he said spinning her around and pushing her over to the sliding glass doors.

“Marcus! No! Don’t you dare,” she feigned protest, while giggling excitedly.

Just as Mr. Johnson turned and stared at Kenisha, Marcus lifted up her bra, before pushing her forward and squishing her breasts against the glass doors. Then, in an act of spousal disobedience, with Kenisha still plastered up against the patio doors, he lifted up her short skirt and pulled down her panties and spanked her black ass.

“Oh, my God, Marcus! He saw my tits! Mr. Johnson saw my pussy! You flashed our neighbor my breasts and my pussy! I’m so very embarrassed,” she said pulling down her bra, pulling up her panty, and fluffing down her skirt, while moving away from the doors.

“He saw your ass, too, baby, when you turned to pull up your panties,” he said with a dirty laugh.

“We go to the same church,” she said crumpling in her husband’s arms, hiding her flushed face, and laughing excitedly that Mr. Johnson saw her tits, pussy, and ass. “How can I ever face him now?”

“It’s okay. Show’s over. Mr. Johnson is gone. He probably went inside his house to masturbate over all that he saw of you,” said Marcus with a dirty laugh.

“Eww, Marcus, that’s so gross,” she said pausing, while thinking about Mr. Johnson seeing her practically nude body. “Do you think he’s really masturbating over seeing my boobs, my pussy, and my ass?”

More excited than embarrassed that Mr. Johnson would masturbate over her, she wondered if Mr. Johnson would say anything about seeing her in her bra and/or seeing her breasts, pussy, and ass. Now, she couldn’t wait until she was outside in her bikini sunning herself again.

“Oops, Mr. Johnson. I’m so embarrassed. Please don’t look at my tits,” she imagined saying to him, while imagining him staring at her breasts.

With the hot body to wear it, maybe, to celebrate the occasion, she’ll buy a new and more abbreviated bikini to flash Mr. Johnson even more of her shapely body. Now, she couldn’t wait to sun topless or accidentally on purpose drop her bikini top, while talking to him.

“Duh, yeah, Kenisha. I’m sure he’s in his house masturbating over all that he just saw of you. So, anyway, Kenisha, turn back around and bend over. I just wanna see somethin’,” he said suppressing a laugh.

With no one else around but them, safe in her own kitchen, and with no apparent reason to distrust her husband, Kenisha obeyed, turned around, and cautiously leaned forward at the waist. Marcus stepped to his wife and caressed her firm, round ass, before slowly lifting her short skirt to her waist to expose her white, bikini panty. Reaching down between her legs to cup, finger, and trace her pussy, he continued feeling her pussy and ass through her panty, while reaching around her to cup her tits. Already moist from the excitement of her husband exposing herself to her neighbor and from touching her, Kenisha imagined it was Mr. Johnson standing behind her and fondling her ass, tits, and pussy. Marcus even leaned down to kiss her ass through her panty and lick her pussy through her panty, before ever so slowly pulling down her underpants in the way of a stage curtain going up during the beginning of a striptease performance.

“Marcus,” she said breathlessly. Still standing in front of the patio glass doors, she looked out to see if Mr. Johnson was watching, but he wasn’t, that is, unless he was watching them from inside his house. She imagined him watching her through binoculars, while stroking his big, black cock. “What are you doing? Someone will see us.” Kenisha swooned at the attention that her man was suddenly paying her shapely ass. As if they were two dark chocolate Hershey kisses melting, her brown eyes flashed with excitement before softening, when she turned her head to see what he was doing to her ass.

“What am I doing? I’m pulling down your panties,” he said.

“Why?”

Figuring they were going to have sex, she figured he was going to fuck her doggie style right there in the kitchen and in front of the sliding glass doors in plain view of Mr. Johnson’s window. Instead of being taken by her husband, in the way that he lifted her skirt and pulled down her panty, she hoped he was finally going to toss her salad and she bit her lip in the sexual anticipation of Marcus licking her ass. After already being so exposed to her neighbor, she wished he’d walk her closer to the patio doors, so that Mr. Johnson could enjoy their impromptu sexual show and watch Marcus fucking her doggie style or tossing her salad, while fondling her naked breasts and fingering her nipples.

“Why? That’s an easy question.”

“Yeah, tell me why, Marcus. Tell me why you’re lifting my skirt and pulling down my panties in our kitchen, baby,” said Kenisha breathlessly.

With the sexual thoughts of Mr. Johnson still in her mind, thinking of his prick and him masturbating over the naked sight that he just saw of her, instead of her thinking about her husband’s prick, the lyrics of Mary J. Blige’s song, Kitchen, played through her mind.

“Never let girl cook in ya kitchen. All up in your fridge, and next will the stove, never let a girl cook in ya kitchen. When pot gets hot everything drops. Eyes on your man, hands on ya pot, if she runs in to help, tell her to stay in your spot. Never let girl cook in ya kitchen.”

“Because, I wanna fuck you up the ass, baby,” said Marcus. “I wanna take you anally, Kenisha. I want to stick my big, hard, hairy cock in you, where the sun don’t shine.”

As if Marcus just bumped the turntable, the sound of the needle screeching and scratching across her favorite Mary J. Blige album delivered her back from her sexual fantasy to reality and to the danger zone of her husband wanting to have anal sex with her.

“Say what? You wanna fuck me up the ass? Oh, no. Hell, no! I’ll hit you upside your head, if you try fucking me up the ass, fool. They’ll be no fucking this virgin ass,” said Kenisha standing upright, pulling up her panty, fluffing down her skirt, and buttoning her blouse, before turning to face her husband.

“Why not?”

“You know that I don’t do anal sex, fool,” she said looking at him, as if he was drunk and/or crazy.

“Why not?”

“I told you before that I don’t like it,” she said lifting up her head, looking away, and shaking her shoulder length blue, black hair with attitude, as if she was Naomi Campbell readying herself for a photo shoot.

“Why don’t you like having anal sex?”

“Must I have a reason? I don’t know. I just don’t,” she said avoiding making direct eye contact, obviously uncomfortable with the topic of discussion.

“I assume you’ve had anal sex before then, for you to have such a strong opinion why you don’t like it,” said Marcus continuing to pressure her for an explanation. “Tell me why you don’t like having anal sex? Maybe the man, who took you anally before, wasn’t as gentle as he should have been for you not to–”

“I never have had anal sex,” she said in a soft voice, while looking more uncomfortable with the subject. Seemingly more concerned with her hair than with her husband, she ran her fingers through her dark tresses to fluff out her curls.

“Say what?”

“I never had anal sex,” she repeated. “Anal sex just doesn’t appeal to me,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Then, how do you know you wouldn’t like anal sex, if you never had anal sex?” Not a man to be denied, Marcus persisted.

“Marcus, I don’t have to jump off of a bridge to know that I wouldn’t like jumping off of a bridge,” she said. “Okay?”

“Yeah, well, you’d probably like bungee jumping, if only you’d try it,” he said.

“Just as I’d never go bungee jumping with you and/or cliff diving, skydiving, scuba diving, mountain climbing, and all the other dangerous things that you feel you must do, I don’t want you fucking me up the ass. Okay? It’s not enough that you ride your motorcycle at racing speed in your apparent death wish to kill yourself, I just don’t want you taking me with you, when you do. So, please drop it,” said Kenisha giving him the I don’t want to talk about this anymore look.

“So, now you think anal sex is dangerous?”

“I didn’t say that Marcus.”

“By comparing anal sex to bungee jumping, cliff diving, skydiving, scuba diving, mountain climbing, even riding a motorcycle, you just did.

“Yeah, well, a lot of gay men and heterosexual women have died from AIDs by having anal sex,” she said shooting from the hip in her desperation to explain her imagined reasons why she wouldn’t have anal sex with her husband.

“That’s bullshit, Kenisha, and you know it,” he said shooting her a harsh look. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll wear a condom, while we-”

“No, Marcus. I’m not having anal sex with you or with anyone.”

“I think we should, at least, try once, baby,” he said rubbing her ass through her short skirt.

“No, Marcus.”

“In the same way you were so dead set against trying squid and then you liked it, you may enjoy anal sex, Kenisha,” he said lifting the hem of her skirt past her hips again.

“No, Marcus. I can’t believe you’re comparing food to sex.”

“Maybe not squid, but some foods are sexual, you know. Maybe, with a lot of wine, a little hot pillow talk, the right kind of lubrication, and the guidance of my gentle hand and my rock hard cock, I think we should ease ourselves into having anal sex,” he said reaching beneath her skirt to feel her ass through her panty, while slowly pulling down her panties again.

“Stop, Marcus. Don’t. Marcus no,” she said grabbing her panties and pulling them back up again.

“Perhaps, with a little bit of ass play, we could–”

“Ease ourselves into it with ass play? What the Hell are you talking about? What the Hell is ass play? Listen, Marcus, my back tunnel is not an entrance but an exit,” said Kenisha pulling down her skirt. “It’s permanently closed to incoming and is only open for outgoing. Other than fucking my pussy doggie style, the only playgrounds you have are my hands, my mouth, and my pussy. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Kenisha, I understand loud and clear. You don’t have to yell.”

“Sorry,” she said resting her head on his shoulder. “I just don’t want to be fucked up the ass,” she whispered. “Just the connotation of anal sex is a turn off for me.”

“I hear you, Kenisha, and I understand your concerns but, conversely, the connation of anal sex is such a turn on for me,” he said pausing. Yet,” he persisted, “what if we just fooled around, had sex, and then, perhaps I could try penetrating your anal cavity with my finger to see if you’d enjoy–”

“Uh, uh, Marcus. No,” said Kenisha standing tall and taking a step back to look her husband in the eye, while rubbing her ass with a grimace from her imagined penetration of Marcus’s finger stuck up her ass. “What don’t you understand about me not wanting your cock or your finger stuck up my ass? I don’t find it exciting or even appealing. It’s gross.”

“I understand, Kenisha. I just thought that if I lubricated your inhibitions with enough alcohol and your ass with enough K-Y jelly, that I could slowly and gently introduce you to anal sex.” Taking a lesson from the reverend at church, raising his hand high in the air and tilting back his head, as if speaking to his congregation, he put more exuberance into his sexual speech to convince his wife to have anal sex with him. “We could broaden our sexual enjoyment of one another’s bodies and expand our erotic excitement by opening up another perfect pathway to pure pleasure.”

“Perfect pathway to pure pleasure my ass. For you, maybe, but not for me,” said Kenisha. “Where do you get this bullshit anyway, no pun intended?”

“Precisely, what I’m saying. Anal sex is pure pleasure and your ass is the perfect pathway to our increased sexual delight,” said Marcus with a satisfied smile, as if he was victorious in saving souls for Heaven.

“Fuck you, Marcus. You’re not fucking me up the ass with your cock, your finger, or your foot, and that’s that.”

“Kinky,” said Marcus, “I never thought about fucking your ass with my foot, akin to fisting, I imagine. I’m sure there’s someone out there into that, perhaps those crazy Japanese,” he said with a laugh. “Judging from all their videos, they’re into everything.”

“Eww, Marcus, you’re sick.”

“Kidding Kenisha. Just kidding about fucking you up the ass with my foot or about fisting you, that is, unless you wanted me to and unless you’d let me try you may–”

“No anal sex and no fisting, Marcus. Do you hear me? Matter of fact, get away from my ass. Remove your hand from my ass. Step away from my ass. Now! I mean it.”

“Okay, okay, no nothing, but the same old, same old. I get it,” said Marcus throwing his hands up in the air. “I do.”

In an anal sex standoff, they both fell silent. With her arms crossed beneath her breasts and in a closed body stance, as if protecting herself from his potential possible penetration, Kenisha gave her husband a long and thoughtful look, while now wondering about his past.

“What about you?”

As if a waist down naked video played through her mind of her husband, as if he was the Devil himself burning in Hell and forced to have anal sex for the rest of eternity, she imagined Marcus having anal sex with a bevy of naked, willing, old, and decrepit black women.

“What about me?” Marcus looked at his wife with curiosity. “What do you mean, what about me?”

“Apparently, for you to so pressure me about anal sex, you’ve had anal sex before?”

“Yes, of course, I’ve had anal sex before. Who hasn’t? I’ve had anal sex lots of times, that is, before I met you, of course,” he said snidely.

“Eww,” she said figuring as much.

“Anal sex is no big deal, Kenisha, in the way that you obviously think it is. I mean, it is a big deal to me to have anal sex, but it’s not the forbidden sexual position that you, no doubt, think that it is,” he said looking at her to see if she was softening. “A better birth control method than abstention and the pill, people have been having anal sex for centuries. All through history–”

“Tell me this then,” said Kenisha looking at him, as if he was perversely demented, “would you rather have anal sex than normal sex?”

“Normal sex? As far as I’m concerned, anal sex is normal sex,” he said with a laugh. “Depending on the person and the situation, yeah, sometimes, I’d prefer having anal sex than fucking someone in the missionary position or doing it doggie style.”

“How many times?”

“How many times, what?”

“How many times have you had anal sex?”

“Gees, I don’t know, Kenisha. I didn’t keep count every time I boned someone up the ass. Dozens of times, probably.”

“With one partner?”

“No, with dozens of women and a few men,” said Marcus with downcast eyes. “I went out to the clubs every Friday and Saturday night and there were a lot of hoochie mamas wearing short, tight blow me dresses with no panties willing and ready to do the down, dirty, and nasty with me.”

“Say what? Excuse me,” she said sticking out her hip with attitude and putting her hand to it.

“What do you mean, what?” Marcus looked up at his wife.

“Wait,” she said holding up her hand, as if it was a mini stop sign. “Back up. Hold on. You had anal sex with dozens of women and a few men? Did you say that you had anal sex with a few men?” She gave him a hard look. “You allowed some Dudes to fuck you up the ass?”

“Actually, in the way that you’re denying me your ass now, I never allowed anyone to fuck me up the ass. They just did,” said Marcus defensively.

“What do you mean they just did? Someone just came along behind you, pulled down your pants, bent you over, and stuck his cock up your ass?”

“Yeah, pretty much, but I was drunk and in a holding cell in county jail, at the time, with two, big, white dudes, a couple of real rednecks, who were determined to have their wicked way with me. I was awakened from one humping me from behind and the other humping me in front.”

“Eww, so gross, they forced you to blow them, too?”

“Yeah, they did. Then, there was that Reverend Allen giving me money, alcohol, and drugs, a powerful, determined, and sadistic man, when I was in the college choir, which may explain why I’m into anal sex now,” he said with sadness.

“Eww. Gross. I’m so sorry, Marcus.”

“Yeah, well, being the Reverend’s cum vessel for a short while, before experiencing my own version of Deliverance by sucking some redneck’s cock, while being fucked up the ass by another white, southern farmhand, wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be.”

“Say what? Seriously? Are you kidding me? Huh? Having gay sex wasn’t as horrible as you thought it would be? Is that what you just said? What are you going to tell me next, that you’re gay?”

“No, of course not. I’m not gay. Absolutely not. You just do what you have to do, while in prison to survive.”

“Prison? I hardly call being held overnight in a drunk tank surviving prison, Marcus.”

“It was dark and I was sleeping. They were a lot bigger and tougher than me. I was afraid they’d hurt me, if I didn’t submit to their sexual will,” he said. “Better to give up my ass and give them my mouth, than for them to beat me, hurt me, and/or take my life.”

“You’d better walk the straight and narrow, Marcus, and not do the crime because, obviously, you can’t do the time. You’d never survive prison. For you not to slap Reverend Allen silly and for you not to fight off those rednecks, you’d be someone’s bitch in jail, for sure.”

“That’s easy for you to say, but if someone tried raping you, I wonder if you’d resist or relent.” Marcus looked at his wife. “Haven’t you ever been sexually assaulted by someone and touched against your will?”

“No, never,” she said, while thinking of Mr. Johnson forcing himself on her and having his wicked way with her. She wanted to say that it depends on the person, but she didn’t. “That is, unless I’m having my sexual fantasy of a gangbang, while getting myself off with my vibrator. My worst nightmare in real life would be for two or more men to strip me naked and gangbang me, one from the front and one from behind. It’s exciting for me to fantasize about being stripped naked and gangbanged, while masturbating, but not to actually experience that and survive that in real life. Just a sexual fantasy, of course, I don’t want anyone’s cock in my mouth or in my pussy, but your cock, Marcus. And including your cock, Marcus, I don’t want anyone’s cock up my ass.”

“Wait. Hold on. Back up, baby. Start from the beginning. I missed that part about you fantasizing about being stripped naked and gangbanged. What did you just say about a gangbang being your sexual fantasy? You think about being gangbanged, when you’re masturbating. Seriously? Are you kidding me? Wow, Kenisha, hot mama, I had no idea.”

“Sure. Why not? Women have sexual fantasies, too. It’s no big deal. It’s just my sexual fantasy. Just because I think about it, doesn’t mean that I’d actually want to be stripped naked and gangbanged, Marcus. I’d never have multiple lovers stripping off my clothes to touch me, feel me, fondle me, caress me, finger me, lick me, and fuck me all at the same time, while forcing me to be their sexual slave,” she said swooning, as if she was experiencing her sexual fantasy now, while being stripped naked and gangbanged.

“Interesting,” said Marcus studying his wife, as if he was imagining his wife with a cock in her mouth, a cock in her hand, and another one up her ass. “So, let me ask you a question,” he said, obviously, controlling his urge to strip her naked and fuck her up the ass. “If I could arrange something like that for you, a gangbang with a few of my closest friends and even invite Mr. Johnson over, while I watched, of course, would you–”

“Would I what? Would I entertain you by fucking and sucking your perverted friends and our church going neighbor? Certainly not! Over my dead body, Marcus,” said Kenisha staring at him with hostility. “Have you lost your mind? What’s wrong with you? First you want to fuck me up the ass and now you want to pimp me out to your friends and our neighbor for a gangbang. Have you absolutely no respect for me?” Kenisha gave her husband a hard, long look.

“Sorry, Kenisha, I didn’t mean that in the way that it sounded and in the way that you took it. After you inadvertently shared your sexual fantasy with me, I just thought that I could make your fantasy come true, by sharing my sexual fantasy with you.”

“Having a bunch of men strip me naked and gangbang me is your sexual fantasy?”

“Oh, God, yes,” said Marcus, he said clutching his heart and closing his eyes, as if he was about to cum. “I’d love nothing better than to watch three of four of my best friends, strip you naked and fill every one of your holes with their cocks.”

“Eww! You’re a very sick man, Marcus. Thanks, but no thanks. Don’t do me any favors in expecting me to do your friends in a gangbang,” she Kenisha looking at her husband and waving a shocked hand at him in sexual disbelief.

“So, let me get this straight, Kenisha,” persevered Marcus, even though he was already on thin ice with his wife. “Do you mean to say that you never sucked another man’s cock, before you sucked my cock,” said Marcus staring at his wife, while waiting for her response.

“I’m not saying that at all. I’ve sucked plenty of cocks. Judging by how much I enjoy sucking your cock, you should know how much I love giving blowjobs, baby,” she said, while reaching down to feel his erection through his pants. “There was even a time in my life, where I even loved receiving facials and cum baths. Sometimes, especially with some men that I’m not as attracted to, men who wouldn’t take no for an answer after a date, men who turned a goodnight kiss into a wrestling match, I’d rather suck their cock than to fight them and fuck them, so I did.”

“That’s interesting that you wouldn’t fuck a man that you’re not attracted to but you’d blow him. Well, if you love sucking cocks so much, then why won’t you let me fuck you up the ass?”

“One has nothing to do with the other, Marcus,” she said looking at him with a sour look, as if having just taken a bite out of a lemon. “I don’t know about you, but in my book, sucking cocks and ass fucking are two different things.”

“Sex is sex, Kenisha. It’s just sex. Sex is no big deal,” said Marcus with a shrug. “Actually, since we’re married and in love, anal sex is just another way to make love and to express our love for one another.”

“Yeah, well, maybe sex is no big deal to you, but it’s a big deal to me. I don’t have sex with just anyone. Anal sex may be another way to make love for you, but it’s not another way to make love for me. I’d rather you express your love by buying me flowers or taking me out to dinner than trying to fuck me up the ass. Besides,” she said putting her hand to her hip and waving her finger in his face, “now that I think about it, when are you going to toss my salad, sucker?”

“Toss your salad? What does tossing your salad have to do with us discussing anal sex?”

“Everything. If sex is sex to you than ass is ass to me. You want me to do something for you, by having you fuck me in the ass, yet, you won’t do anything for me, by tossing my salad,” she said staring. “So, I ask you again,” said Kenisha putting a hand to her hip again and waving her finger in her face in the way of a windshield wiper at high speed. “When are you going to toss my salad?”

“I’d rather not,” said Marcus in a mumble.

“Say what? You’d rather not? Is that what you just said? Umm-hmm! Then, I’d rather not have anal sex with you,” she said giving more authority to what she said by staring at her husband longer, before punctuating the ending with an ultimatum at the end of her manicured index finger. “When you toss my salad, bitch, is when I’ll have anal sex with you,” said Kenisha with a victorious smile, knowing full well that her husband would never toss her salad in the way that she’d never have anal sex with him.

“That’s not fair, Kenisha,” said Marcus looking at her, as if he was just outwitted and he was.

“Fair? Tell me about fair. Even though I’ve hinted at it and came out and asked you to toss my salad, you never have. I understand if you have an aversion to licking the inside of my ass, just as you should understand my inability to have anal sex with you or with anyone, but you don’t.”

“Sorry, Kenisha, but I am averse to sticking my tongue up your ass. Nothing personal. It’s the physical ramifications of putting my tongue up your anal cavity and licking the inside of your ass that is so disgustingly deplorable to me. Imagining my tongue coated brown, I fear that if I tried, I’d probably vomit.”

“I’m clean, Marcus,” said Kenisha showing some offensive.

“That’s not it, Kenisha. The thoughts of tossing your salad, licking you where you shit, just disgusts me. Wishing I was wearing a gas mask and a hazmat suit, I’ve seen and smelled some of your dumps, when you’ve forgotten to flush the toilet.”

“You have not. I always flush the toilet.”

“Nasty, they’re just nasty, Kenisha. You need to stay away from that bean dip that you so love,” said Marcus with a laugh.

“So, lemme get this straight, Marcus,” said Kenisha ignoring his insult and waving her finger in his face again. “You’d willingly stick your finger up my ass.”

“Yes, I would, of course,” said Marcus. “I’d do that right now, if you’d allow me. You have such a wonderful ass,” he said rubbing and cupping her sweet ass through her skirt.

“And you can’t wait to stick your cock up my ass,” said Kenisha.

“Oh, my God, yes, that’s true, too. Absolutely. Only, instead of just sticking my cock up your ass, I’d buried my cock in your sweet, round ass, baby, while humping you so very hard,” said Marcus and stomping his foot, as if he was giving his soul to Jesus in church. “Lord Almighty, I can’t wait to fuck you up the ass, girl, while holding onto your big tits.”

“Yet, there’s no way that you’d stick your tongue up my ass to toss my salad.”

“Sadly, Kenisha, no. Sorry. I just can’t bring myself to do that,” said Marcus with his ego deflated, no doubt, after his balloon burst, when it was apparent that Kenisha wasn’t ever about to have anal sex with him.

“Well, then Marcus, it appears that we are at an anal standoff. I won’t allow you to fuck me up the ass and you refuse to toss my salad.”

“Apparently so,” said Marcus with a long, silent pause. “You know, Kenisha, if I may, let me throw something out there.”

“If you may? Sounds like you’ve been hanging around your white co-workers too much,” she said laughing.

“Just a thought,” he said putting a finger to his forehead, as if about to state a scientific or a medical revelation.

“What?” As if reading his one-track mind, she appeared to know what he was going to say.

“Now, don’t take this the wrong way,” said Marcus treading cautiously, while watching his wife carefully.

“Go ahead, continue Marcus but, as a warning, chose your words very carefully. I don’t want to have to drive you to the emergency room again and sit there for hours, while waiting to be seen by a doctor.”

“Emergency room? Say what?”

“Just say what it is you have on your mini-mind, Marcus, but mind your words,” she said furrowing her brow with the rage that slowly brewed inside, before erupting in the way of a volcano. He should have known that, when a sister was denied given anything by her man, in this case, a good ass licking, he needs to not only measure his words but also be careful for what he asks.

“Now don’t take this the wrong way, Kenisha, as I’ve never cheated on you before and never would but, if you won’t allow me to fuck you up the ass,” he said pausing, while watching her reaction.

“Yes. If I won’t allow you to fuck me up the ass, then what?

“Then, I know someone who’d love for me to fuck her up the ass.”

“You do? How coincidental for you,” said Kenisha feigning a smile, while shooting her husband a wary look. “And who might that lucky lady be, who’d love to have your cock up her ass?” She looked at him with suppressed rage.

Perhaps, as if wondering if he should reveal the identity of the woman, who’d willingly have anal sex with him, he paused again, this time longer. Then, in a act of lunacy or bravery, he confessed the identity of the woman, who’d willingly have anal sex with him.

“Latoya,” he said nearly in a soft whisper, as if he were a ghost whispering her name from one dimension to another.

“Pardon? Sorry, I didn’t hear you, Marcus,” said Kenisha looking a bit agitated with the possible realization that she was looking at a dead man. “I must have been hearing things, but it almost sounded, as if you said Latoya.”

“I did. Latoya would willingly have anal sex with me.”

“Latoya?” Standing erect and raising her eyebrows, as if she had just witnessed a horrible accident, a murder of a black man in her kitchen, Kenisha looked at her man, as if he was a rapist, a dead rapist. “My baby sister, Latoya?”

“Yes,” he said timidly, while taking a step back from the reach of his wife.

“Lord almighty, oh, Dear God, Heaven help me,” said Kenisha clasping her hands together and looking up at the ceiling, as if the Lord Jesus Christ was suspended there waiting to answer her prayers. “Give me the strength not to kill this poor fool, for he knows not the fury that will surely befall his pitiful body, if he dared to fuck my sister up her ass.” Done praying and making her peace with God, she signed herself, before returning her focused attention to her husband. “And pray tell, how would you happen to know that my baby sister would love for you to fuck her up her ass?” She feigned another smile, while waiting for him to answer her question.

“Well, and don’t get mad but, after the barbeque–”

“The barbeque where my tits fell out of my tube top?” She stood as stiff as the church going woman that she is, when someone takes the Lord’s name in vain on a Sunday and in her presence.

“Yes, one and the same.”

“The barbeque where everyone saw my boobs, when you asked me to jump up and down because you wanted to see something?”

She suddenly remembered Marcus flashing Mr. Johnson her D cup breasts, her pussy, and her ass, when she bent down to pull up her panties. She wondered if he got a good, long look at her nakedness. She wondered what he thought of her nearly nude body. She wondered what he’d do and/or say the next time he saw her out sunbathing, while Marcus was at work. Now, she couldn’t wait to accidentally on purpose flash him her tits again.

“Yes, that’s the one.”

“The barbeque where, even my husband didn’t come to my rescue to save me from being so embarrassed from being so exposed?”

“C’mon, baby, you should have nothing to be embarrassed about. You have beautiful breasts.”

“Whatever,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Go ahead, Marcus and tell me about my sister, but be careful what you say,” said Kenisha, while fingering the handle of a heavy cast iron frying pan. “As her big sister, the one who raised her from a baby, the closest one she has to a mother, just be respectfully mindful of your words.”

“Well,” said Marcus, no doubt, by the long pauses, already editing what he was going to say. “We were in the kitchen dancing to music. We both had a little too much to drink. Then, Latoya turned around and was bumping, rubbing, and grinding her backside against my cock.”

“And hopefully, your cock was still in your pants, I imagine,” said Kenisha wrapping her fingers around the handle of the frying pan. “Correct?” She said the word, as if biting it.

“Of course, Kenisha. Latoya is your baby sister. I ain’t no dirty dog that would be disrespectin’ your family like that. I wouldn’t–”

“Umm-hmm. Continue, Marcus. I’m suddenly fascinated to hear what happened between you and my sister.”

“All I’m saying is that your sister was dirty dancing with me,” he said taking a step back.

“Um-hmm, and you were just an innocent bystander humping my sister’s ass. Is that it?”

“Exactly,” said Marcus appearing happily relieved that his wife understood his actions were totally innocent. “No, I mean, we were dancing and I may have accidentally humped, rubbed, bumped, and grinded into her a few times.”

“And where were your hands, while you were accidentally humping, rubbing, bumping, and grinding my sister’s ass. Lord,” she said looking up at the ceiling again, “please have this poor fool tell me that his hands were in his pant pockets and not on my sister’s ass.”

“Well, to be honest, Kenisha, she was vibrating her hips so hard and so fast that I feared she was going to hurt herself. You know, throw out her back. I may have reached out to–”

“To what, Marcus? Did you suddenly think that you were a holy man and could save my sister from throwing out her back by putting a hand to her? Did you put a hand to my sister? Did you feel my sister’s ass? Was that what you were doing with my sister? Were you feeling her ass, Marcus, while accidentally bumping, rubbing, and grinding your cock in her butt?”

“Hell no, Kenisha. I was just trying to stop her from unmercifully teasing me, is all, baby. I swear.”

Not believing anything that he said, but deciding against, denting his head with the frying pan, Kenisha looked at her man with hostility.

“Well, not a breach of confidence, as she freely tells everyone, I happen to know that my sister is into anal sex. We’ve discussed that in the past and I told her that I’m not into anal sex,” she said with a shrug. “You’re not a child anymore, Marcus. You’re a man. If you’re intent on fucking my sister up the ass and if she’s agreeable to having you fuck her up the ass, then feel free to have anal sex with her. I can’t stop you from being the dirty dog that you are, but I’d rather you fuck her in front of my face than lying about not having fucked her behind my back. I can live with that, so long as you keep your cock in the family and so long as you’re not fucking anyone else, especially one of my girlfriends, up the ass.”

“Wow! Thank you, Kenisha. You’re a very understanding wife,” said Marcus giving his wife a kiss on the cheek and a condescending pat on the ass.

“I am very understanding, Marcus,” she said with a white toothy smile, “so long as you understand, while you’re fucking my sister up her ass, your brother will be tossing my salad.”

“Say what? My brother?”

“Yes.”

“Andre would toss your salad?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Marcus looked at his wife.

“Andre? Seriously?”

“Yes. Yes,” said Kenisha.

“And how do you know that my brother would toss your salad?” Pushing his head back, as if a turtle sticking his head back in its shell, Marcus looked at his woman with apparent new sexual excitement.

“Because after you had me jumping up and down like the foolish and obedient wife that I am and after your dirty dog of a brother saw my tits, while you were accidentally bumping, rubbing, and grinding against my sister’s ass, we were fooling around a little in the deep, dark end of the pool.”

“So, that’s where you disappeared. I wondered where you went. I thought you were in the house making drinks for everyone. Instead, you were fooling around with my brother in the pool. Nice,” he said with as much sexual excitement, then he had when he flashed their neighbor her tits.

“Don’t be calling my kettle black, when your kettle is the same color. Besides, just two drunken fools having a good time, nothing more happened than just a little touchy feely. I was touching his cock through his bathing suit and he was feeling my tits through my bikini top, while we were kissing.”

“After your confession about blowjobs, you probably would have sucked my brother, if given the chance.”

“I may have,” she said with an embarrassed giggle. “He got me all hot and bothered enough that I may have taken his cock in my mouth had we been alone longer.”

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Did you suck my brother?”

“No,” she said dreamy eyed and looking as if she wished she had. “And you would have fucked my sister up her ass, if given the chance. Correct?”

“I may have, had I had the opportunity,” he said with a lusty laugh, while nodding his head, as if he was already in the process of humping Latoya.

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Did you fuck my sister up her ass?”

“Hell no,” he said with guilt, while looking as if he had. “Well, with you making out in the pool with my brother and touching him, while he was feeling you, that still doesn’t tell me that my brother would have any interest in tossing your salad.”

“Actually, whispering in my ear, when we were frolicking in the pool, he confessed that he’d like to lick me everywhere,” she said rubbing the goose bumps that suddenly appeared on her arms. “Encouraged by his confession, I said, you know, Andre, my sexual fantasy is to have my salad tossed.”

“And what did he say?” Marcus looked at his wife with shocked excitement.

“I’d do that for you, Kenisha. I’d toss your salad, so long as you sucked my cock,” she said shamelessly to her husband.

“Suck his cock? Oh, yeah? And what did you say to him, Kenisha?”

“I’d suck your cock Andre, so long as you tossed my salad,” said Kenisha.

“Well, it seems that you’ve found your perfect partner then, in my younger brother, Andre, Kenisha,” said Marcus with obvious jealousy.

“Just as you’ve found your perfect partner in my baby sister, Latoya, Marcus,” said Kenisha with resignation.

Neither one spoke for a while, until Marcus said what Kenisha was, no doubt, thinking.

“Are you as excited as I am at the prospects of broadening our sexual circle to include your sister and my brother?”

“I am, only, do we dare?” Kenisha looked at her husband with foreboding. “I’m agreeable to you anally fucking my sister, that is, so long as my sister is agreeable to being anally taken by you and so long as you do that with me in the same room. As I said before, I’d rather you do that in front of me, than behind my back. Wondering where you are at night, when gone from my bed, not wanting you to do anything behind my back, I don’t want any man of mine being a cheating and lying dirty dog.”

“Okay. Then, I’m agreeable to having my brother licking you everywhere and tossing your salad and you sucking his cock, so long as you do that with me present in the room, too. I don’t know if it excites you in the way that it excites me, but I’d love to watch another man, especially my brother, having sex with you, my woman.”

“Agreed, then,” said Kenisha showing as much sexual excitement, as Marcus, no doubt, felt at the thought of fucking Latoya anally, as she felt to finally have her salad tossed.

“So long as my sister and your brother are in agreement, we’ll arrange for a swapping session with the four of us in the same room,” said Kenisha. “I’ll call my sister and you call your brother.”

“Agreed.”

The next week, with Latoya agreeing to having anal sex with Marcus and Andre agreeing to licking Kenisha everywhere, including tossing her salad, after she sucked his cock, the four of them, Marcus & Kenisha & Andre & Latoya took their places in Marcus and Kenisha’s master bedroom. Akin to the sexy scenario in the movie Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice, Kenisha felt awkward being in her bedroom and in bed with husband, her baby sister and, Lord have mercy, her young enough of a brother-in-law to officially make her a cougar. With dirty, nasty sex on her mind and doing the dirty, nasty deed with her brother-in-law, the only thing that preserved her family relationship from becoming one of perverse, incestuous sexual depravity was that she was still fully dressed and could come to her senses and change her mind. Yet, knowing full well why she was there in her bedroom with her brother-in-law, for the same reasons that her sister and husband were there, too, the sudden feelings of lust, whether incestuous of not, that she felt for her husband’s brother, went beyond all modicums of decorum in how a sister-in-law should ever feel about her brother-in-law.

More than a bit awkward at first, as Marcus and Kenisha had remained faithful to their wedding vows, pillow talk about having sex with Andre was one thing but to actually do it, while knowing full well that it would be something remembered for the rest of her life, was quite another thing. If she went through with having sex with her brother-in-law, if she sucked Andre’s cock, allowed him to cum in her mouth, and allowed him to toss her salad, how could she face him at all the family gatherings? How could she ever look him in the eye again? Years later, how would she feel knowing that her husband’s brother saw her naked, touched her where no brother-in-law should ever touch his sister-in-law, while knowing that she allowed him to cum in her mouth and lick her ass?

Yet, immediately setting the mood and erasing all fears of tomorrow with the lust that she felt today, when Marcus started kissing Latoya, a younger, prettier, and shapelier version of Kenisha, the action between the two so closely related couples quickly heated up. Deciding to watch first, Kenisha and Andre watched Latoya and Marcus touching, feeling, caressing, groping, and making out. With each unbuttoned button that Marcus unbuttoned of Latoya’s blouse, the point of no return quickly approached. Then, with her blouse unbuttoned, her tits out of her front snapping bra, her short skirt hiked up to her waist, and her panties pulled down around her ankles, it didn’t take long for Marcus to nearly strip Latoya nearly naked. With Kenisha no longer praying to God for his mercy, the Devil was in the room with them that night.

Kenisha watched Latoya take Marcus’s cock in her hand to finger the head of his big, stiff prick, while slowly stroking him, before taking him in her mouth. For what she’d kill another black sister for so doing, if ever catching some bitch with her man, she allowed her sister by blood to suck her husband’s cock. Suddenly, Mary J. Blige’s song popped in her head, “I’m Goin’ Down,” while she watched her baby sister suck her husband’s cock.

Seeing Marcus’s cock in her sister’s mouth, the image of Latoya lips stretched around his big prick, while going down on her husband was surreal. She watched Marcus feel Latoya’s big tits, squeeze her ass, and finger her pussy. Intently, she watched her baby sister stroke her husband’s cock, while sucking her husband’s prick. With her real live jealousy mixed with her raw sexual excitement, going back and forth from cupidity for her man to lust for his brother, she was sexually high with amorous emotions.

The look on Marcus’s face was all telling. Without doubt, with his head back and his eyes closed, a huge understatement, he was having the sexual time of his life. While watching her sister suck his cock, a real professional, she wondered how someone so young could learn such commanding cock sucking skills so early in life. Knowing that she went clubbing every weekend, she wondered just how many cocks her baby sister sucked to have such a powerful hold over her husband. Then, when Marcus spun Latoya around and positioned her to take her anally, Latoya got on her knees and willingly lifted and poised her ass in the air awaiting Marcus to fuck her. So much in the way of a quarterback receiving a pass from his center, Marcus positioned himself behind her and gradually and gently filled Latoya’s asshole with his cock.

While watching the sexual anal act, Kenisha felt a twinge of remorse that she should be the one sexually satisfying her man and not her sister. In a slow hump and a forceful trust, her husband’s cock was deep inside of her sister’s ass and, as if they were dogs in heat, the sight of Marcus and Latoya so joined together as one was a sight she’d never forget. As if they were watching a porn movie, Kenisha and Andre watched Marcus fuck Latoya from behind. Slamming his cock in her, banging her head into the mattress, they were really going at one another now. Her first time seeing anyone taken from behind, the fact that the players were her sister and her husband, the sexual sight was one to behold.

Then, when Andre started kissing and touching Kenisha, while she felt his growing cock through his pants, it didn’t take the two of them long to catch up to Latoya and Marcus’s sexual passion. She saw Marcus watch his brother unbutton and remove her blouse. The fact that she knew Marcus was watching gave her even greater sexual excitement. She made out with Andre, while he felt her firm breasts and fingered her big nipples through her bra. Then, when he unhooked her bra and released her tits to his horny hands, she unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants. Allowing Andre to strip her nearly naked, but for her panties, Kenisha allowed Andre access to her nearly nude body with his hands and tongue. Then, sticking her hand down his boxer shorts, she fondled and stroked his cock to an erection, before she leaned down to take him in her mouth, while looking up at Marcus to make sure that he saw that she had his brother’s cock in her mouth.