Luke exited his car and grabbed his black and red lunch bag from the passenger seat, sliding out and shutting the door with a swing of his hips. He looked out onto the home he’d built with his wife, admiring the blooming flowers in the front garden that’d taken a little too long to finally bloom, but they were looking beautiful now that they’d come along. He made a mental note to mow the lawn at the weekend as he pushed the lock button on his keys and strode along to the front door.
Inside, he kicked off his shoes and strolled through to the kitchen to put down his bag. Directly above him he made out a muffled thudding coming through the ceiling and looked up, wondering what it was. With nobody there to greet him, he was a little confused. He remembered that his daughter was out at her friend’s house until the late evening and hoped that there wouldn’t be any boys hanging around as he made his way back around to the stairs.
Gripping the banister he made his way up two steps at a time, staring inexorably towards that hypnotically rhythmic sound. As he grew closer it became clearer and he could make out slapping and groaning intermingled with it until he reached the top of the stairs and he could make out unmistakable huffing and panting. His daughter’s room was open and empty, but the door to his own room was shut tight. He stared at it and grabbed the handle, fearful of what was occurring inside.
With one big, smooth swing, he forced it open and took a confident stride inside, greeted by the sight of muscular black cheeks gyrating in the air, surrounded on either side by much more slender white legs, shaved, with petite feet dangling in the air. It was Jamal, his friend from school, his roommate, blasting his wife’s pussy.
His heart skipped and his lungs took a deep, unconscious gasp at the sight before him. His other senses soon caught up, and he could smell the potent heady scent of pheromone-laced musk. Sweet, almost floral tones danced and tangled with a bitter earthy aroma with a hint of spice, he could hear his wife’s moans, but they were greater than anything he’d ever been able to elicit from her.
Jamal turned his shiny bald head, still pounding his hips into Luke’s wife. His plump, dark lips curled into a snarling smile laced with satisfaction. Beneath him was Claire, Luke’s beloved wife. They’d met in university and had a wonderful relationship together. Of course, it wasn’t without its problems, but nothing ever was. She was a short red-head, a sweet and shy girl with a generous rack and killer hips. She’d managed to get plenty of attention from the guys throughout her life, but she was either too oblivious or shy to really do anything about it. She valued respect and loyalty over the type of things usually on offer by the guys showing her interest; fleeting flings weren’t her style.
Yet, here she was getting dicked down by Luke’s childhood friend. He was a good looking guy, sure, he could understand that, muscular, tall, with a killer smile that made the ladies weak in the knees. His history as a star athlete back in his day helped too — he had a reputation for getting any girl he wanted, and even ones he didn’t.
With the speed and ferocity of his movements Luke was sure they were going to break the bed. He should have been feeling betrayed twice over, dumbfounded, completely lost and broken, but instead a huge smile broke out across his face.
“It’s about time!” He laughed. He was completely into the idea, more so than his wife even was. He’d even taken the time to get her to come around to the idea, though that had taken a while. It all started a little over a month ago when Luke had received a phone call from Jamal, stating that he was moving back into the area after a long time away. He’d been employed on team after team, and now that his sports career was over he needed a place to stay until he’d gotten himself set up back in his hometown.
Naturally, being the nice guy that he was, he agreed to host him for the foreseeable future. He was honestly quite excited to have his friend back and catch up on all the things that they’d missed. He wondered how much he might have changed in the years since they’d seen each other and hang out watching the game, drinking beers, and having a good time.
He arrived on a weekend in the late evening. Luke and Claire had already sat down and eaten dinner with their daughter, Hayley, a young girl with straight black hair (that was obviously died from being ginger) that didn’t quite suit her freckled complexion. She had been experimenting with her style of late, settling for the time being on a goth look. Before, she’d been a girly girl, with pinks and yellows everywhere, but done away with it all in favour of skulls and witchcraft. She’d inherited a lot from her mother — the big breasts and short stature, not to mention the hips. She was like a more edgy, younger version of her mother, but had more of a spark to her in contrast to Claire’s naturally shy, timid nature. She always held an aloof, indifferent look about her face when it came to her parents, but they knew she was still their special little girl.
The taxi came from the airport and arrived at sundown. The towering black man squeezed his way out of the back seat after a moment to pay the driver. The trunk popped open and he lugged out two large suitcases filled with clothes and his necessary possessions. Luke immediately went out and greeted him with a warm, bromantic embrace. Luke wasn’t short by any means, but Jamal still towered over him. He was wider too, with thick trunk-like muscles that rippled and twitched beneath his t-shirt like splashing water. It wasn’t a small t-shirt either, it would have swamped Luke, but with how ripped and jacked he was he could easily fill anything.
He’d gotten a few tattoos done since Luke had last seen him. Luke didn’t have any himself, unable to commit to something that long term on his body. Luke admired them, asking him about them all as he led Jamal inside to meet his family.
It was the first time Claire had seen him. She’d been told stories in passing about the famous football player that Luke had been friends with back in school, even seen a few games where he was a speck on the screen amongst a field full of other guys in similar outfits — but there he stood, crouching into the doorway, this huge stallion of a man. She walked through from the kitchen into the hallway as he was dropping his suitcases down and stopped in her tracks.
Her jaw slowly slid open as her eyes took in his majesty. Her eyes bulged as they traced the lines of the cords of muscle beneath his shirt, and her heart started beating out of control as she saw that flaccid bulge in his tight sweatpants. He had a particular smell on him that pierced her nose and ignited her senses despite not even being sweaty, just his natural musk that screamed ‘breeding’.
Luke hadn’t even thought of the effect that he might have on the women of the house, but there he stood, this tall, muscled fucking machine. He stared her up and down in reply, his eyes drinking in every part of her form from the cinnamon-red hair atop her head in a loose bun to the casual t-shirt that subtly clung to her curves.
“Jamal — this is Claire, the wife. The wife, this is Jamal.” Luke joked. It seemed that without words, they were already getting themselves acquainted. He held out a huge dark hand, his palm a lighter shade, and took hers in it. She couldn’t help but notice how her entire hand fit into his palm, encapsulating it right down to the wrist. She felt weak at the disparity between their sizes.
“Damn, Luke. You did alright for yourself.” Jamal spoke in a gravelly, low baritone. It didn’t even seem like a human voice, it was like he was a bear with a voice box. “She’s a fine lookin’ lady.” He said with a toothy grin as he stared into her eyes.
“Hell yeah, I did. Met her in the first year of university.” Luke replied. “We had a happy little accident shortly after, and here we are now.”
Jamal turned to face Luke with a questioning eyebrow. “You’re makin’ Bob Ross references now? Shit man you got old.”
“You and me both. Look at that bald spot.” Luke answered in reference to his whole head. “You’ve got what, four hairs left there?”
“More touchdowns than hairs, you know it.” He turned back to face Claire again. “I hope he’s been treating you well — beautiful girl like you needs a man with a beautiful heart.”
Claire could barely find the words to speak. It took all of her concentration to pull her eyes away from the muscles on his chest and the way his fat cock swung lazily in those sweatpants. When she wrested control of her autonomy once more, she finally stuttered a reply in a hushed tone, breaking eye contact and looking down out of the corner of her eye. “Yes, he’s been good to me.”
“Oh, you’re the shy type, huh?” Jamal continued. He nudged his huge elbow into Luke, almost knocking him over. “They’re always the freakiest, huh?”
Luke didn’t want to say anything, but he’d always had a few fantasies that he never got the courage to push her into. She was too pure and innocent and he didn’t want to hurt her by pushing her into things that she’d find uncomfortable or demand too much from her, outside of her comfort zone.
Jamal noticed Claire turning a bright shade of red. Luke noticed it too. He felt the slightest twinge of jealousy emerge in the back of his mind, but he ignored it. He was happy to see his friend, and he knew all too well what kind of guy he was.
Luke led him upstairs and Claire made a bowl of pasta while they unpacked his belongings and Luke gave him the tour of the house. They ate and spent some time catching up in front of the TV, Claire every so often exchanging secretive glances with Jamal across her husband. She was intimidated by his massive presence, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him — at least until he looked back. She couldn’t hold contact with his piercing brown eyes — they had flecks of amber to them, and deep, pitch-black pupils that were like looking into the night’s sky.
Luke didn’t seem to pay any attention to their gazes meeting. She’d wait until he was looking at Jamal with his head faced away from her to look over at him from just behind her husband’s head. She was curious about the muscled man, but too shy to do anything about it. After they went to bed that night, Luke sank into a rested sleep but Claire couldn’t — Jamal was stuck in her mind, laying next to her and enclosing her in his thick arms, holding her into his chest so she could catch a whiff of that delicious musk, and making completely inappropriate advances towards a married woman. Before she knew it, the morning alarm was blaring and it was Luke rolling over and groaning next to her once again.
Reluctantly, she rolled her way out of bed and pushed her feet into her slippers. She then grabbed a fluffy white gown from the back of their bedroom door and slipped out, closing it silently behind her. She made her way downstairs to find Jamal already making coffee — she could have stayed in bed a little longer.
“Mornin’ shawty.” He said with a broad smile across his face. Even given the early hours of the morning with the sun still sleepily raising itself up into the sky through the loitering mists he seemed wide awake.
She blinked through her sleep and surprise to find him already pouring himself a cup. Black, no sugar, in the largest cup they had. Luke’s cup. Jamal wasn’t to know, surely, so she didn’t say anything about it. She found herself seized up, unsure of what to say to the relative stranger now living in their house.
“M-morning…” She replied, shuffling her way nervously through the kitchen. She told herself she didn’t need to be nervous — this was her kitchen, her house, but his presence was so forceful that it made he doubt she was anything at all. He could break her in two if he wanted to. The thought ran through her mind, bringing blushing blood to the surface of her skin.
“Why you ac’in so shy? Me an’ Luke go way back. If you’re in wit’ him, you’re in wit’ me.” He proclaimed with that same big grin. He started approaching her with slow strides until his shadow covered her entirely. He towered over her tiny frame, taller, wider, thicker — bigger in every way. He encroached his way right into her personal space and her heart started thumping. She could feel adrenaline surging through her body but held her ground and stared at the lofty giant before her. Her body began to tremble, unsure of what he was about to do, but he thrust the coffee pot into her chest and gave her a wink before taking a seat at the table.
“How did Luke get lucky with a hottie like you?” He asked casually, leaning back in the wooden chair. He made the table look small, and the salt and pepper pots like thimbles. He stared at her. His eyes dripped with confidence and his posture was so relaxed he may as well have been in his own home, but he hadn’t even been with them for a full day. She couldn’t find the words to reply, but attempted to stumble through a conversation with the man.
“We … met at … it was at university… he was … I was…” She stammered, looking away and still holding the coffee pot.
“You can do it, babe.” He goaded. She blushed even harder now.
“We met after a class.” She finished, not even attempting any more detail than that. There was no way she could make it through a full sentence in this state.
“Come, sit. Git your coffee and sit wit’ me.”
They had an awkward conversation until Luke came down and took the reins. Eventually, Hayley awoke and came down in a pair of booty shorts and a sports bra, forgetting entirely that Jamal was even there. She entered the kitchen with her usual aloof confidence and caught a glimpse of Jamal. He looked back at her and eyed her up and down, eyeing her smooth curves and soft, tight skin. She noticed and turned a deep shade of red, spun back around and hastened herself out of the room.
“I think she likes me.” Jamal joked.
Days lingered on into weeks with Jamal planted firmly at the house. He’d gotten comfortable with them all, perhaps a little too comfortable, and Claire had noticed exactly how flirty he’d become around her. He knew exactly what he was doing to get her flustered, but she’d started to grow accustomed to it. Before she even realised it herself, he had her flirting back as a reply. For her, it was a way of breaking the ice with him, a way to be able to have a conversation and a relationship with Jamal without the awkward silences and stammered sentences. Before long he used her flirting against her, pushing his own harder and harder.
He’d started to toss her compliments everywhere, whenever he could get the chance. He still woke up before everyone else and made his way down to the kitchen, and for the first week she was nervous about going down there but it didn’t take too long before she looked forward to the time alone with him, without prying eyes. In the evenings, Jamal would sit next to Claire on the sofa, leaving the single seater for Luke. He seemed jealous, sending nervous glances their way as Jamal wormed his way into his wife’s heart.
Jamal had started greeting Claire in their morning chats with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She wasn’t entirely against the idea, but worried deeply about she Luke would have to say about it all. He grew bolder and bolder as time pressed on, and after Luke went to bed early one night he made his move, locking his lips on hers and groping her curves. At the time, part of her wanted to scream out and push him away, but an overwhelming majority of her consciousness wanted it. Wanted more.
The peck on the cheek in the mornings turned into a passionate kiss and a hearty grope. He was overstepping so many boundaries, especially given the fact that he was a guest in the house. Even Hayley seemed to have taken a liking to him, although she managed to keep it secret and suave.
Then, one morning, Luke walked in on them kissing. Jamal backed away and looked quite shy and Claire thought she was going to have a heart attack from the burgeoning guilt and shock of being found out. To both of their surprise, he just walked into the kitchen and poured himself a coffee as if nothing had happened.
While Jamal was trying to find the words to say, Luke got his chance to speak. “I’m glad you two are getting along.”
They were both stunned. Luke turned around to them both with a smile on his face, a cup in one hand and the coffee jug in the other.
“I kinda figured this would happen. You always were a player, Jamal.”
“Yeah but … that’s your wife, bro. I’m sorry.”
Luke shook his head. “No, it’s hot.” He said with full seriousness in his voice. “Look, Claire. He’s an absolute stud. He can dick you down better than I ever could, he’s more of a man than me, just look at him.”
Jamal shrugged and glanced a smile to Claire. Luke put down the pot and approached them both with his coffee in his hand.
“You know no matter what, I’m going to love and support you. I … just think he could do a better job in the bedroom.”
Claire wasn’t sure this was real. It felt like a bad dream, or a cringy romance novel. Maybe there was something strange in the coffee. Sure enough, though, Luke grabbed her hand and put it into Jamal’s.
“When you’re ready, I want you to try it out with him. Tell me everything and let me watch, I think it’ll be really hot.” Claire had been so worried about him finding out, fearful about what he might say or do if he figured that she was cheating on him. This was a relief that she could continue engaging with Jamal, experimenting with a huge black guy, but also frightening in what she might discover.
It took Claire another week before she’d be properly ready to try anything with Jamal. She was off work on the Friday that week and stayed home with him. They’d spent the day together chatting away, and he helped her clean up around the house before sinking in front of the TV.
He’d put his hands around her shoulder as they watched and she rested her head on his massive shoulder, but it wouldn’t be long before his hands began to wander down her body. He slid a massive, calloused palm across her tiny thighs, caressing the smooth, milky skin and savouring the subtle curves and lines of her body. Her body seized up in response, the muscles all throughout her stiffening and tensing up at fear and anxiety of what was to come next. He managed to break down those walls with gentle touches along the inside of her thighs, thawing her icy nerves and allowing her body to open on its own as it called out for more.
His fingers curled and traced the line of her pussy beneath her lacy panties. He could feel how warm it was beneath, a swelling, thick heat that spoke of her body’s desires. With her legs opening of their own accord, he allowed himself between them further. He pushed, prodded, and poked at the fabric and the swelling flesh beneath. It had grown spongy and resilient as it became engorged with blood, her inner labia swelling and growing ready to receive his thick member. All the while he was working his magic on her neck, nibbling and biting at the sensitive nerves between the cords of muscle hidden beneath her velvety skin.
As the heady, thick scent of her loins began to permeate the air around them he took her by the hand and pulled her up from the sofa. She was a little surprised and let out a tiny squeak as her butt moved off the sofa. He dragged her upstairs, never letting go of her hand the whole way. He led her through into her bedroom, just opposite the room in which he was staying, and lifted her up by her waist with just one arm, which managed to elicit another unwilling squeak from her.
Jamal tossed her right onto the bed. She landed with a bounce on her back, and he stalked his way towards her as he clambered and climbed his way towards her. His eyes were stuck on hers with a predatory glint as he closed the space between them. She was fearful — he was going to be rough, and he was going to be huge. Claire saw the bulge between his legs had grown ready for her, just as her body had grown ready for him.
It was so wrong, she felt so guilty for letting things progress this far, but her husband seemed to want it more than she did. She knew she’d been dressing more provocatively for Jamal, flirting openly with him, leading him on, but now that things were progressing because of that she was starting to get second thoughts.
She hadn’t noticed her legs stood spread for him, but he made his way between them and resumed his assault on her neck. His turgid member throbbed against her moist opening, pressing it against the fabric with slow, deliberate thrusts. His head prodded her swollen clit, making her writhe and squeak as her body twisted and bent against the plush duvet.
Meanwhile, his mouth moved along her body, down her chest to her breasts. He pulled at the fabric with his teeth and lifted it up, exposing the puffy nipples that crowned her firm breasts. He’d had white girls before, but tiny, shy ones were always his favourite. Claire couldn’t keep her eyes open to watch what was being done to her, but in doing so exacerbated the feelings that surged from his body to hers. Every breath, every lick and poke sent tiny jolts of electricity through her body that bounced around and ignited her senses further.
“Jamal…” she huffed. Everything in her mind was telling her to stop this, to push him off and run away, to find Luke and be done with this, but her body was screaming for more. She trembled from a heady mixture of both fear and excitement, and he seemed spurred on by her lust-driven confusion.
He said nothing, but his smile and the furrowed brow on his face as he leaned back told her more than words could in that instant. He grabbed her panties and pulled down, sliding them off her legs and exposing the glistening slit beneath. It was already puffy and swollen, exposing a sliver of moist pink flesh beneath. “Jamal no-” she huffed quietly, too quietly for him to take it seriously.
He grasped at his own bottoms and whipped them off, finally exposing for her the fat cock she knew was hiding beneath. Her eyes widened at the sight of it — Luke was right, it was way bigger. She wasn’t sure she could take something that long, that girthy, but they were about to try.
Her fear rose at the sensation of it pushing against her entrance. With her eyes closed after her peeping glance, she focused on everything around her. She could hear him huffing from atop her, feel his hands grasped around her wrists as he held her down with his weight, feel the way his trunk-like legs pushed hers aside — and then she felt him slide inside her. Slowly at first, widening her hole and spreading out the smooth tissue inside. As it worked its way inside her body she focused on the swollen veins that rose up from the surface of his dick. She could feel every one as they pushed against her walls, which gave it an interesting texture.
He was deep. With one desperately slow stroke he’d given her the full extent of his penis, filling her right to her cervix. He watched from above her as her mouth opened wider and wider with each inch and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She tried to moan, btu nothing more than a breathy gasp escaped her.
Finally, he started moving. His pace was a steady rhythm to start as her body grew more accustomed to being filled so completely, but he soon picked up the pace and began to pound his body against hers. The way he was hitting her clit with his torso drove her wild, panting with lust and clenching her hands over the sheets wildly.
He scooped her legs up from the knees using his elbows, raising them up so that her thighs were pressed against her chest and her little feet dangled over his shoulders. He paused for a second and gave a satisfied growl as he eyed her face and then plunged himself in again quickly with a fast slam. He broke his pace up, making a few strokes and then stopping for one before moving again. Her body was expecting the rhythm but as it stopped her pussy clenched up around his dick as best it could. It was killing her — she needed him to just keep going, to never stop. The angle he’d just gotten pressed his dick up against her G-spot and stroke after stroke provoked her legs into a trembling jelly, twitching and jerking around as her spine curved. Her body was responding to him more than her husband could even wish for — the guilt had left her, but in that moment so had everything else. The world had melted away until it was just Jamal and herself, joined as one.
At that moment Luke walked in. Both Claire and Jamal looked over — she could barely open her eyes, but she could see her husband smiling in the doorway. She didn’t know how to feel, she was frightened of what he might say or do, worried that they might start fighting, but also unable to even move with her nerves sparkling as they were. The whole time, Jamal continued blasting away at her pussy, now twitching nervously around his dick at the fear of being found out by her husband.
“It’s about time!” He laughed.
Jamal gave a hearty grunt and groan, his face beaming above her at Luke’s approval. His hips moved faster and faster now, rocking the bed back and forth, hitting it against the wall. Luke leaned against the doorframe casually and stared with a gentle smile on his face, watching his wife get destroyed by his childhood friend. With heavy grunts and groans, Jamal came at last. Luke watched on with excitement as his wife was filled with a black guy’s cum, his own dick twitching and pushing against his trousers.
Time went on with Jamal in the house. He was given free reign of their home, and of Claire. Luke watched them together, witnessing her transformation from the good girl he’d always known into a slut for his friend. She would sit next to him all the time, follow him around the house wearing next to nothing — there was a time that she sucked his cock as the two guys watched the game. Jamal had eventually egged her on to ask if Jamal could stay in his bed, and so Luke was relegated to the guest room. It was as though they’d swapped their lives entirely.
Claire had been enjoying Jamal’s company so much that she’d even tried to get Hayley involved, urging her to try a big black dick while she was still young. Jamal had even indicated the possibility of a threesome between them, but that would be something Hayley would have to work her way up to.
In the passing months Claire had grown fat with baby, Jamal’s little chocolate child. He was the man of this house now, he was the breeder and master of all three of them, and Luke wasn’t afraid to let everyone know how much of a slut she was for him. BBQs with their friends and family, work events, even walking around in public together she would always be wearing next to nothing, holding hands with Jamal while Luke walked behind with a happy look about him.
Claire knew that Luke wouldn’t leave her, leave them — she felt safe in the fact that he was showing his commitment even through this abject humiliation, and safe in the arms of her strong black bull.