Thousand Dollar Bet

I’m not the best judge when it comes to betting money. I always lost more than I won, and sometimes in humiliating ways. For example, my wife Susan bet I couldn’t finish the “Spicy Burrito Mega Challenge, Finish This Burrito and It’s Absolutely Free” at La Cocina. Try to picture me, a big athletic guy like me, taking one bite of that burrito and immediately grabbing the water-pitcher and drenching myself to extinguish the inferno. Here’s a word of advice: don’t fool around with ghost peppers. Or for another example, back in college, one time I bet my buddies I could get this hot chick’s number. Well, I started chatting her up, everything was going smoothly, but then my buddy ran up behind her and flipped up her skirt.

Soon she was laughing and giggling and playfully punching my buddy in the chest. He told her about the bet and she laughed even harder, she ended up giving HIM her number. The worst part of all is I had to hand over the $20 I’d just lost right in front of this chick. So I gave him my Andrew Jackson, my face beaming red, and you know what he did? He folded it, reached into the girl’s shirt, and tucked it in her bra like she was some stripper! That got her laughing even harder. My other buddies came over to join the fun, all at my expense. Before you knew it, this chick was making out with my buddy and everyone was cheering and whooping, and as for me, I was down twenty bucks and thinking about all the ramen noodles I’d be slurping that week.

The worst bet of all was at our housewarming party. I was feeling nervous meeting all our posh new neighbors. I never lived in an upper-class suburb like Cherry Hills before. I had just landed a big job with a dream salary. I was new money and I felt out of place. My wife Susan, on the other hand, was a natural socialite, she was making friends with everyone. Well, the party was winding down, some of the guests had left, and it was just a few of us chilling in the living room, sipping drinks and chatting. We were talking about how society is so much more tolerant of interracial relationships nowadays. How it seems like wherever you look, you see white guys with asian girls; black guys with white girls; Chinese guys with black girls. “It’s just a fad,” I said. “Girls rebelling against their upbringing. In a few years it’ll go out of fashion.”

There was this well-dressed black guy names James there who lived on our street. “You sayin’ us homies is a fad?” he said, deliberately speaking with a hood accent. We’d been chatting with James for an hour and he was actually highly educated. He was the head of HR at a big insurance company, and he’d been impressing everyone with scandalous HR stories.

“I’m just sayin’, it’s cool now because crusty old white folks hate it,” I said. “Once they’re gone, it won’t be so hip any more.”

“I’ll make you a bet,” James said. He put an arm around my wife Susan’s shoulder (they were sitting on the new couch) and pulled her into him, making her giggle and push him away. “Bet you a thousand bucks in one year your pretty little wife here’ll be pregnant with a black baby.”

Well, I didn’t know where that came from all of a sudden, but it seemed like easy money. “Deal,” I said. “Dumbest bet you ever made. Just so you know, Susan and I are actually planning on a baby of our own. And in case you’re color-blind, neither of us is black. So you just lost yourself a thousand dollars. I’m a generous man, I’ll let you off with five-hundred… If you mow my lawn for a summer, that is.”

“Oh snap,” he said. “White boy’s pretty confident!” Then, to my wife: “We’ll see who mows whose lawn, pretty girl.” She just gave him this innocent smile.

That night in bed Susan was affectionate. We were doing this thing where we cuddle up, with me lying on my back and her on her side so I can massage her shoulders while she rubs my chest or my dick. She loves when I rub her shoulders and her back. I especially love rubbing her lower back, she’s got such a nice shapely body, I love all her beautiful curves. She was idly kissing my neck and absent-mindedly rubbing my semi-hard penis. We were both worn out from hosting the party and it felt so good to lie down.

“Darling,” she said. “Did you know it’s not the first time a partner made a bet about me?”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“Back in college, this hot football player bet my boyfriend he could make out with me.”

“And did he?” I said.

“Well, part of the bet was my boyfriend couldn’t interfere. So the football player came over to play XBox with my boyfriend, and he was hardcore flirting with me. I kept expecting my boyfriend to do something, but he just kept playing Madden with this frustrated look on his face. I figured as long as my boyfriend could see everything and was making no move to stop it, I had his permission. Things kept escalating and I couldn’t believe my boyfriend was still just playing his game. Darling can you picture me in my sorority outfit, letting this big football player put his hands all over me? You know, when a guy like that is touching a girl her inhibitions evaporate if her man doesn’t step in. I felt like such a slut, but I was really excited. I sat on the couch with him, right next to my boyfriend, and we started making out. My boyfriend got up from his game looking all pissed and stomped out of the room. But I just kept on making out with that beautiful football star. I would’ve stopped if my boyfriend just asked me, it actually made me feel resentful that he didn’t say anything. I felt like my boyfriend deserved to be punished for not protecting me, like it was right for me to punish him by making out with that football player. I guess I knew what I was doing was wrong, so my mind made that up to justify it. Later I found out about the bet and I felt totally vindicated. Like, if my boyfriend was gonna make a bet about me, he deserved to get cheated on.”

For some reason my wife’s story got my dick hard and I know she knew it because she was still rubbing it. Fortunately she spared my feelings and didn’t make any comments about it. Still, I know Susan pretty well and I’m pretty sure gears were clicking in her head as she felt my penis swell up.

“I sure hope you don’t do anything like that to me,” I said.

“Actually you know what’s interesting?” my wife said. “James looks a lot like that football player I made out with. That’s why I remembered that incident on the couch. You wanna hear something weird?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“That night after I made out with the football player, my boyfriend was really horny. I was still mad about the bet so I teased him about it. ‘Did you like watching me make out with that big sexy black football player?’ I said, rubbing his dick. I was expecting he would shrivel up but the exact opposite happened. His dick got harder. I was having fun punishing him and I guess he was having fun too, at least his thingy was. ‘Darling,’ I said. ‘Your thingy is getting so hard. Are you excited thinking about little Suzy doing nasty things with her big black stud? Did you like when I kissed him? Did you like how he had his hand up my shirt? Maybe next time I’ll do more than kissing. Does that get you excited darling? Do you like imagining your little Suzy being naughty with your hot friend?'”

I wanted to make fun of Susan’s boyfriend for being a cuck but I’d be a hypocrite since my own dick was hard as diamonds. Susan didn’t say anything about my raging hard-on but she kept idly rubbing it and I knew she was aware of it.

“I’m glad you got that out of your system in college,” I said.

“Mmmm…” Susan said ambiguously. She repositioned herself so she could suck my hard dick into her mouth. She certainly didn’t get her dick-sucking addiction out of her system in college. I ran my hand through her soft hair while she gave my stiff member some much-needed attention. I’m so lucky to have a wife who loves blowjobs. I’m a firm believer in the importance of oral sex for a healthy, loving marriage. While she was loving me with her mouth, I closed my eyes and started picturing her story. I didn’t want to imagine it but somehow I couldn’t stop, as if she was sending the images into my mind through her oral ministrations. In my imagination it was me playing Xbox while Susan made out with that football player. Only I didn’t know what he looked like, so my mind replaced him with James. I could see the contrast of James’ dark skin and Susan’s lighter complexion. I could see Susan nibbling on James’ lips. Then Susan stopped sucking and climbed on top of me to ride me. My dick was harder than ever and Susan’s pussy was super wet. What I said at the party earlier was true, now that we had some financial security we did want a family. Susan was off the pill and we were letting nature take its course. What I didn’t mention to James was that nature had been taking its time, and we were starting to get worried. It was five months now and no sign of pregnancy. In a way I felt good about making that bet, I figured now I had some real impetus to get my wife pregnant. I mean I trusted Susan completely, she would never cheat on me, but just the mere idea that I might have some competition putting a baby in her, gave my penis a sense of urgency. I came inside and Susan purred like a kitten. Then she repositioned herself so we could go to sleep together. “I love you darling,” she said. “No matter what sort of things you’re into.” Wait, what was THAT supposed to mean?

Later that week I was surprised to come home and find James lounging on the couch with Susan. She looked embarrassed to see me, which was odd because I came home the same time I always do. “Welcome home dear,” she said. “You remember James right? He’s such a darling, he helped install the water filter.” James put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into him, just like he’d done at the party. This time she didn’t giggle or push him away, she just gave me this innocent smile.

“Thanks for helping with the water filter,” I said. I took my seat on the other side of the couch, with Susan in between us. I grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap. She giggled and slapped my chest.

“Not in front of guests dear!” she said.

She slid off my lap so she was sitting between us. To my annoyance, James started rubbing her leg, just above the knee. I reached down and started rubbing her other leg, giving James a defiant look. Susan just laughed.

“You boys are so silly,” she said. Then she jumped up, “Gotta put dinner on the stove.” She wiggled her hips seductively as she went into the kitchen.

That night in bed we were cuddling again, with me rubbing her shoulders and Susan rubbing my semi-hard dick. I asked her about James and what else he did besides installing the water filter.

“Is someone jealous?” my wife said, giving my dick a playful squeeze. “We made passionate love! Just kidding.” Then she looked in my eyes seriously. “You might be right to be jealous. James is a dangerous neighbor. He’s smart, sexy, interested, and thanks to you, he also has a thousand dollars on the line. Honey, I hope you like competition because James is seducing me. Actually the water filter only took a minute. Most the time he was chatting me up. He’s really smart, more than you’d think.”

“What did he say?” I said, rubbing Susan’s shoulders.

“He said most guys in his position would try to persuade me with logic and reason. But he said that’s useless because a woman’s mind is more subtle. Yes, he really used the word ‘subtle’, can you believe that? He said he’s going to seduce me by appealing to my primal emotions since that’s how girls work. I told him he could try all he likes, I’m happily married, not one of his HR sluts. He laughed and put his hand on my knee. ‘Are you jealous?’ he said. ‘Having to stay at home cooking and cleaning when you could be one of my HR sluts? You could be working under me, writing memos and waiting for me to call you to my office. Picture the other sluts faces when I call you instead of them. Watching enviously as you wiggle your sexy hips into my office. Then the door shuts and the other sluts get so jealous they hate you.’ I pushed his hand away. ‘Don’t put your hand on me,’ I said. ‘My husband’s not home.’ He put his hand right back and started rubbing my leg. Baby there’s something hypnotic about James, I was letting him rub me and I was just staring like a deer in the headlights. My pussy was wet and I think he could smell it. I think he could smell how horny I was because I could smell how horny he was. It’s never like that with you darling, no offense, I feel so much safer and more relaxed around you. But with James I feel tense, like I’m flirting with danger. Baby please don’t be mad but I let him move his hand up my leg. He started rubbing me through my panties. I was so embarrassed because he could feel how soaking wet I was. It’s weird baby, when he felt how wet I was, I felt totally naked. Then I involuntarily spread my legs just a little. It made me feel so guilty and ashamed, I thought I’d just die.”

I wanted to scold Susan for letting James in. I wanted to tell her she’s not to see him any more. But my dick was so hard, how could I possibly say something like that? I knew exactly how Susan felt because I felt the same way, I was so embarrassed because my pretty wife could feel just how horny I was. She was still idly rubbing my dick, obviously aware of my aroused state but too diplomatic to verbally connect it with what she was telling me. I felt naked too, just like she told me she felt when James was rubbing her. I mean, I *was* naked, Susan and I were lying naked in bed, but somehow I felt even more naked because I couldn’t hide my bulging erection after hearing my wife’s story. So I knew exactly how Susan felt, I knew she felt trapped, like she was watching something out of her control. I knew she felt scared watching something inevitable and impossible to stop. My heart swelled with love and I knew she needed my husbandly comforting. So I hugged her close.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I understand what you’re going through. I’m here for you and I love you no matter what.”

“Thank you darling, I needed to hear that,” Susan said. She repositioned herself so she could give my aching penis some comfort too. As she kissed and nibbled on my dick it felt more intimate than usual, somehow knowing we were going through this trial together made me feel closer to her. Susan paid extra special attention to my dick that night, giving it those little butterfly kisses I love so much, even kissing the balls. Then she put in some extra effort to get me as deep in her mouth as she could. Susan has never been able to deep-throat me, but she put in the effort to do the best she could. Finally after an extra long oral session she got up and turned herself around facing me so she could lower her pussy over my lips. I loved eating Susan’s pussy but she was always self-conscious about it so this was a special treat. After letting me eat her for awhile she backed up and planted my dick inside her. Then while slowly wiggling her hips to massage my dick, she leaned forward so I could take her pretty pink nipple in my mouth. I love sucking Susan’s nipples while she rides me. That, along with the naughty talk we’d just had, combined to bring me to a quick climax. At the last moment, Susan suddenly pulled off and wrapped her hands around my dick to catch my sperm.

“Why did you pull off?” I said, after recovering from my orgasm.

“I don’t know,” Susan said. “It’s hard to explain. It’s like everything’s moving so fast all of a sudden. Your new job, the new house, James and everything… I don’t know what was going through my mind, it’s like I forgot we’re trying for a baby and my mind said, ‘What if you get pregnant!’ and I suddenly had to pull away. Honey I’m so confused.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I understand what you’re going through. I’m here for you and I love you no matter what.”

A few days later I got another surprise. Susan was all dressed up like we were going out clubbing. “Wow, you look amazing,” I said. “Is that a new dress? Are we going somewhere? On a Tuesday?”

“James is coming over,” Susan said. She searched my face, studying my reaction. “We’ve been texting and he keeps demanding to meet me. I told him after last time I’m not comfortable without a chaperone.”

“What’s his excuse to come over this time?” I said. “Did the water filter break?”

“No excuse,” Susan said. “It’s officially a date. Honey don’t worry, that’s his words, not mine. I think the whole thing’s silly but he kept insisting on a date. Finally I said he could come over but only if you’re home. Honey this could be an opportunity for you to get things under control. Tell him to forget the whole bet. Hell, just give him the thousand dollars, if that’s what it takes.”

“If the whole thing’s silly then why are you dressed like that?” I said.

“Honey, in case you didn’t notice, we’re in Cherry Hills now,” Susan said. “These people are high class. We’re not starving college kids any more. James may be a horndog but he’s also head of human resources for the biggest insurance company in the state. Come on,” she grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the bathroom. “Help me get ready.”

“I don’t know about this,” I said, obediently helping her fasten the straps on the back of her dress. “James is gonna try to worm his way in your panties again.”

“That’s why you’re here darling,” she said, turning around and giving me a peck on the cheek. “How do I look?” She struck some poses. It was the kind of dress made for a hotwife, the kind a girl can show as much or as little skin as she likes, just by adjusting her position in her seat.

“You look like a million dollars,” I said. “If you were another man’s wife I’d try to steal you too.”

“Is my makeup okay?”

“Perfect,” I said. “You could have any man you wanted.”

“Darling you know I only want you,” she said. She grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the bedroom. “Which panties do you think James will like?”

Evidently she’d put some thought into this. There were three options laid out on the bed, all of them brand new, I’d never seen them before. On the left, there was a frilly pink pair of panties with little bows and ribbons. On the right, there was a delicate lace thong, it looked like you might tear it if you breathed too hard on it. “What’s this?” I said, grabbing the panties in the middle. They were plain white cheeksters, but they had a Queen of Spades on the front. I couldn’t believe my wife would buy panties with a Queen of Spades! Of course I knew what the symbol meant. But I played innocent. I didn’t want Susan to know that, yes, just like every husband out there, I’ve watched enough porn to know a Queen of Spades.

“You naughty boy, I didn’t think you’d choose those!” Susan said, like she didn’t hear my question. She grabbed the panties and sat on the bedside to pull them on.

“No,” I said, “I was just asking what the symbol is.”

“The Queen of Spades?” she said. “It’s very bold. Wives wear it to tell the world they’re sluts for black men.” She’d finished putting the panties on and she went to the mirror to admire herself, pulling her dress up to make sure they looked good on her. “James texted me about it. He says they’re in fashion here in Cherry Hills. He says it’s always the husband’s idea. I thought he was making that up, until you picked them just now. You totally proved him right!”

Just then the doorbell rang. I went to answer it while Susan did some last-minute fussing to make sure she looked perfect. James was well-dressed and he greeted me with a handshake. We made smalltalk in the living room until Susan floated out. Damn she looked amazing. I wished it was me having a date with her. Susan greeted James with a kiss on the cheek. James kissed her on the lips and grabbed her ass cheek. “Stop it!” Susan said, but instead of doing anything to stop him she wiggled her butt encouragingly.

Susan went and sat in the middle of the couch. “Sweety would you bring us some drinks?” she said, batting her eyelashes.

I didn’t want to leave the two of them alone but I obediently went to the kitchen to mix some drinks. I heard muffled voices from my wife and her date as I mixed whiskey and soda. I poured a lot more whiskey in my own glass, figuring a stiff drink might help me. Susan was giggling as I walked back to the living room. She had one leg draped over James’ lap and her dress was pulled up to show off her panties. James had one hand on Susan’s chest and another on her thigh, stroking her and making her feel good. Susan smiled at me as I put the drinks on the coffee table and sat on the other end from James, with Susan between us.

“Suzy was just showing me which panties you chose,” said James.

“Honey, don’t let him touch you like that,” I said.

“But she likes it, don’t you baby?” James said.

Susan gave me this guilty look. “Honey remember what I told you?” she said. “Once James starts feeling how wet I am it’s like I’m under his power. That’s why I insisted you had to be here, honey, I don’t think I can control myself.”

“That’s right baby,” James said. “You can’t control yourself. You’re a brainless slut for big black cock and you love it.” Then to me: “Buddy boy, why don’t you feel how wet your girl here is.”

I reached down and felt my wife’s panties. James was right, my wife was super horny.

Susan looked at me with doe eyes. “Honey I feel so guilty and ashamed,” she said. “I can’t believe what a bad little wife I am. I feel like I’m tumbling down a hill and nothing can stop it, there’s too much momentum, there’s nothing I can do. James is so sexy and my body wants him. No matter how I resist he’s gonna win in the end and make me do something bad. Honey can you smell how wet I am? Do you hate me for being so naughty?”

The crazy thing is I knew exactly how she felt because I was horny too, unbelievably horny. I was rubbing my hardon through my pants and my wife saw it. I was ashamed that she knew how horny I was, just like she was ashamed I knew how horny she was. How could I hate her for a being a bad wife, when here I was, being a bad husband, not lifting a finger to protect her or stop what was happening? “It’s okay,” I said. “I understand what you’re going through. I’m here for you and I love you no matter what.”

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” said James. “I’m not gonna fuck your wife today, Buddy Boy.” As he was talking, he unfastened his belt and freed about 11 inches of big black cock. I could see Susan’s eyes widen when she saw that monstrous thing with all its grotesque veins. “I’m not gonna fuck your wife today but we’re doing everything short of fucking. We’ll start with her sucking my big black cock.” He grabbed Susan’s hair and started pulling her face down to suck on him.

“Sorry honey,” Susan said. “I have to do this.”

And just like that, my beautiful faithful wife had her mouth full of big black cock. She was loving him with her pretty mouth, slurping and kissing and licking that huge black monster. I suddenly thought of that story she told me, how she made out with a football player in front of her boyfriend. I remembered her telling me how she resented her boyfriend for not doing anything to stop it. Did she resent me too? Her story made more sense now, before I had thought her boyfriend was such a pathetic cuck. But here I was in exactly the same position, rubbing the bulge in my pants. My wife looked like a pornstar, bobbing her pretty head up and down on James’ dangerous black cock. I realized there’s a downside to a wife who loves blowjobs: when you see her blowing another man it hurts that much more because you know she’s having fun. I’ve been with Susan long enough I can tell when she’s having a good time and I could tell she was in black-cock-sucking heaven. She was rubbing herself through her dress while she made all these intimate slurping noises. I was just relieved a girl’s mouth can’t get all stretched out like her pussy can, though if I was thinking straight I probably should’ve been worried, not relieved. But in that moment she was doing such a beautiful job of sucking that black organ, it was like that was already the pinnacle of sex and she had already given herself to him entirely. She was wiggling her sexy ass at me and I heard her making these adorable little gagging noises she always makes when she tries to deep-throat. If she couldn’t deep-throat me there was certainly no way she’d be able to deep-throat James’ bigger cock, but damned if she wasn’t trying her hardest.

“That’s enough, bitch,” James said. “Let’s see you strip. Get Buddy Boy there to give you a hand.”

Susan sat up obediently and I helped unstrap her dress. I have this theory that when a woman is horny enough, her whole body looks sexier. Well Susan was confirming my theory because her body looked so perfect as she pulled the dress off for her date. I affectionately rubbed her shoulders for a second before helping take her bra off. As soon as her titties were free she threw herself onto James, pushing her nipples into his mouth so he could suck on them while I helped her get her panties off. I guess at least I did SOMETHING to stop this disaster from happening, I got those damn Queen-of-Spades panties off her, so you can’t call me a complete cuckold. Susan was moaning as James stimulated her pretty pink nipple and I couldn’t help but press a finger against her sex. She was wetter than I thought a girl could possibly get. Her pussy was hot to the touch and that made me feel jealous.

“Honey why aren’t you doing anything to stop him?” Susan said, positioning her naked body on James’ lap so she could rub her pussy against his cock. She started passionately kissing him while she suggestively slid her horny pussy up and down his whole length. I know it’s not natural for a man to find his own wife obscene, but Susan looked obscene as hell, with her titties pressed so hard against her lover’s shirt, her lips pressed so hard against his and her pussy pressed so hard against that big black cock. She was squirming and trembling and I bet James could have made love to her right then if he wanted. But like a gentleman, he was true to his word, he didn’t fuck my wife that day.

Instead of fucking her, he stood up and carried her to our bedroom, with me following behind. When he laid her down on the bed she spread her legs open wide like she was inviting him in. Her pussy looked so beautiful, it was glistening and shining, if James wasn’t there I would’ve jumped on her myself. I guess he’s more a gentleman than me because instead of jumping on her he just started teasing her slit with his big black cock. Again and again he rubbed his big bulbous cock-head up and down her slit, making her whimper like a little slut. He would press just the tip of his cock into her loving pussy and hold it there, letting her pussy milk it. Susan was breathing hard, you could see her chest rising and falling and it made her titties look so beautiful. The way she was trembling I could tell she was on the edge of cumming but James kept denying her. I’m sure if he slid that glorious cock even just an inch inside her she’d start cumming immediately, but he kept on torturing her, holding out. It was somehow even more humiliating to me than if he just fucked her, he was showing me that not only could he have my wife whenever he wanted, but it was SHE who wanted HIM, HE was the prize.

“You ready?” James said. I don’t know how my wife knew what he meant but I guess somehow she did, because she bit her lip and nodded. I was half expecting James to thrust his cock inside her but instead he just pushed the tip in and closed his eyes. Then I saw his cock swell up and pulsate. He was cumming inside my wife, inseminating her, quite possibly impregnating her, and he hadn’t even had sex with her. Susan started moaning and quivering, she was thrusting her hips forward like she was trying to get his cock inside her but somehow James resisted and kept just the very tip in while breeding her. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a big black guy breed your wife with just the tip of his cock, but trust me, it’s really an amazing sight. You can see the tube swell up with every burst of sperm and the contrast of his black skin and her pretty pink pussy is beautiful. James might not have put any more than the tip inside my wife but he put enough babymaking sperm in her to knock up a dozen women. As soon as he was finished he pulled away and you could see his thick white DNA gushing out of her.

I didn’t wait around, as soon as James was finished seeding my wife I unzipped and took out my dick and went in for sloppy seconds. I couldn’t believe how full of cum my loving little wife was, there was so much of it that when I pushed my dick inside her I’m sure all I did was push his seed in deeper. Susan had been on the very edge of cumming for almost twenty minutes and yet somehow I wasn’t able to push her over the edge, even though my cock was as hard as it’s ever been and I was fucking her as hard as I could. I could tell she was frustrated. Instead of rising up over the peak James had taken her to, she slowly came back down instead. It was like James had wound her up tight, she was about to burst, but without him there was nothing to finish winding her up that last little bit, nothing I could do to prevent her from unwinding right back to baseline. Susan was gazing up at me and her face had the strangest combination of emotions on it, there was intense frustration but at the same time there was deep tender love. Staring in each others’ eyes like that, the lack of words between us spoke more than a whole dialogue. I had just watched him turn her into his little breeding cow and now I was struggling to finish what he started. But I couldn’t last long, seeing my wife at the mercy of my black neighbor had gotten me so excited there was no way I could go more than a few minutes. It didn’t seem right to cum inside her: I felt like if I came inside her, I’d be taking a trophy that belonged to my competitor. At the last minute I pulled out and shot my seed on her thighs. Some of it splattered on the lips of her pussy and it looked really obscene, my thinner, milkier sperm contrasting against James’ strong, potent babyjuice. I climbed into bed and started kissing my blackbred wife.

You’d think that date would change everything, but it didn’t. We didn’t say a word about it to each other and we went about as if nothing happened. The only difference is we were both a lot hornier, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Yet strangely, as soon as we would jump into bed, my dick would soften, no longer hard enough to make love, and certainly not hard enough to pleasure Susan. Needless to say, this was extremely frustrating for her. Half a week passed and she still hadn’t cum yet, unless you count cumming from her dildo.

“Sorry honey,” I said one night, while she was tenderly stroking my half-erect dick. “I just don’t understand it. All day long all I can think about is sex but as soon as I jump in bed with you…”

“It’s okay dear, I understand,” Susan said. “I love you no matter what.”

“Have you talked to James?” I said, finally mentioning the elephant in the room.

“Not really,” she said. “He hasn’t texted me. I saw him at the YMCA and we said hello. I was kind of hoping he’d say something about that date, but it’s like it never happened. Honey was that date just a dream?”

“I don’t think so,” I said.

“Honey, I know you feel ashamed because of what happened,” Susan said, still rubbing my dick. “I want you to know, I’m not resentful or angry at you. I’ve been thinking about all the stuff that happened on that date and even reading some stuff on my phone. Sweety, please don’t think I think of you as less of a man, or anything like that.”

“Thanks honey,” I said. I gave her shoulders an affectionate squeeze.

“How did it feel?” she said. “I mean, when you saw him kissing me and stuff. I was surprised you were rubbing yourself, it was kind of erotic. Did it get you excited seeing him touching me?”

“Yeah,” I said, “a little.” Thinking about it was making my dick swell up and my wife definitely noticed.

“Honey, your thingy’s finally getting hard,” she said. “Does it make your dick get all excited thinking about your little wife putting that big” *kiss* “black” *kiss* “cock in her mouth?”

“Fuck… yeah,” I said. It was a miracle, my dick had swollen up to full mast, I was ready to GO!

“Oooh, darling, something is happening,” Susan said, delighted. She climbed on top of me and I felt sweet bliss as she lowered that amazing pussy onto me. “I missed my little pony,” she said.

“Oh baby, you feel amazing,” I said, grabbing her hips as she started bouncing up and down on me. Her pussy was really wet and it felt wonderful. Something felt different about it than before, it was like it had become springier somehow, as if all that dangerous seed James pumped inside her was a potion of youth or something, like it had made her pussy younger.

“Darling I’m gonna cum!” Susan said. She bit her lip and started cumming hard all over my lucky penis. I came too, came buckets, and yet it’s really weird, my cum was immediately gushing right out of her pussy, all over my balls, like it wouldn’t stay inside her. It felt so amazing though, like her pussy was massaging my dick and giving it all the pleasure a dick can experience.

“Weird,” Susan said after we caught our breath. She was examining her pussy. “None of your sperm stayed inside me. What could it mean?”

I was hoping my problems in bed were over, but the next evening I was right back where I started. Susan was stroking my dick and she even tried sucking on it but nothing worked, it was stuck in that frustrating half-hard state again.

“Darling your dick got so hard yesterday,” Susan said, stroking it tenderly. “Hmmm I’m trying to remember, was there something we did to get it so hard last night?”

“Ummm I don’t remember,” I said, lying. I was too embarrassed to admit that what got me going last night was hearing my wife talking about her date with James.

“Hmmmmm,” she said. “Honey was it something about my date?” My dick gave a little twitch. “Darling, didn’t your dick get all hard when I started talking about that big black guest we had here last week?”

“Uhhhh,” I said, a witty rejoinder. My dick was coming back to life in her hand.

“Yes, darling,” she said, “I definitely think that’s what it was. I was asking you about how you felt when you saw your innocent little wife doing some nasty things with our black friend, wasn’t I? You know, it was so much fun sucking on his big black cock. Was it fun for you watching that, honey?”

“Yeah,” I said, there was no use trying to hide it since my dick was giving me away. My wife’s sexy words had gotten me completely hard but she didn’t jump on me right away this time. Instead she kept teasing.

“Darling I kind of wanted him to do more, I know it’s bad but I wanted him to put that thing in me,” Susan said. “Darling would you have been mad at me if James put that big black cock in my horny little pussy?”

“Ugh, baby,” I said. I was so horny I was oozing precum.

“You know darling we really should be more careful,” Susan said. “It wasn’t a good idea to invite James over that day, it wasn’t a safe time of the month. Honey do you remember that bet you made with James at our housewarming party?”

“Yeah,” I said, squirming as she teased my furious dick with her hands.

“Honey,” my wife said, “What would you do if I got just a teeny, tiny, little bit pregnant with James’ black baby??”

“Fuck,” I said, then I totally lost it, I came right in her hand. I felt so ashamed and the way she was teasing me just pushed me over the edge.

“Oh nooo,” Susan said. “You came too soon darling. Now I’m gonna have to get you hard all over again.” She gave me a passionate kiss and I could tell she wasn’t angry. “Honey,” she said, “Do you think James liked those panties I wore for him? The ones you picked out for him? I felt so naughty wearing that Queen of Spades, darling. I’m so lucky I’ve got a nice pervert husband who would choose panties like that for his wife’s sexy date. Darling did you know when James had me on the bed that night and we were messing around, did you know he put the tip inside me? Baby I’m such a naughty little wife, I let a big black man put the tip of his cock in me.” I was hardening quickly. “Honey what would you do if I told you James came inside me? Would you get excited knowing your wife’s sexy date filled her with cum?”

I was hard as diamonds and this time I wouldn’t let her trick me again. I pushed her down on her back and fuckin’ took her. Her pussy was so hot and wet it was like a volcano and I think she liked when I pushed her down because she started moaning right away. I started fucking her as hard as I could, she was shaking underneath me like a ragdoll. The fact I already came a minute ago meant I had stamina to spare. Nothing beats the feeling of having a gorgeous wife underneath you moaning and gasping as you pound her with your raging hard dick. She was thrusting her hips back against me and she was scratching me with her fingernails, we were making passionate love like we hadn’t done in a long time.

It took a while before I was ready to cum. I actually made Susan cum twice, something I almost never accomplished. I was feeling so good and I was ready to fucking inseminate her. When I started groaning and Susan felt me swelling bigger she suddenly started moaning even harder.

“Oh, James,” she moaned, grinding her hips against me as hard as she could. “Fuck me harder, James! Harder, Daddy!” I couldn’t believe it, she was calling out the name of her date, I should’ve smacked her but somehow it turned me on even more and my dick got even harder. I started cumming with a roar.

“Yes James,” she said, “Shoot it in me! Give me that black seed!” I collapsed, panting for breath, burying my little wife beneath my muscular body. She started biting my shoulders and grabbing my ass. She was hot like a firecracker. She started whispering in my ear. “That was so good James, I hope you left a souvenir for my husband.” Fuck, my dick started twitching again! Was she a loving wife or was she a vampire?? She kept whispering naughty stuff in my ear, it was like someone flipped a switch and turned my loving bride into a slutwife. “Oh James,” she said, “I feel your big black cock getting hard again, you bad boy, don’t you know I’m married?? James stop, we can’t keep doing this without a condom. We can’t keep doing this unprotected, James, I’m not on the pill!” Well she officially did it, she got me hard a third time in a row and got me so wound up I had no choice but to fuck her again. I felt like I was in my twenties again, like I was competing for gold in the lovemaking olympics.

My sexual pride vanished when we finally finished round 3 and Susan examined her pussy. “Honey it happened again,” she said. “Look, you got sperm everywhere EXCEPT in my pussy. How is that possible?” She was right, somehow even after cumming in her twice, none of my seed seemed to stay in her. But I was so exhausted and oversexed I didn’t have the energy to think about it. I collapsed, missed my alarm clock and ended up an hour late to work next day.

This established a regular pattern. It was apparent I needed my wife to tease me about my rival in order to get me hard. Once I got hard we would screw like rabbits. Can you imagine the emotional turmoil inside me? Imagine you experience a sexual renaissance with your lovely wife, like every day is a honeymoon, except now it’s a honeymoon where she’s constantly teasing you about her hung black date. “Honey do you remember how big his babymaker cock was?” or “Sweety do you remember how dark and nasty his bareback cock looked against my fertile slit?” She even calls his name out when you’re getting close to cumming. Well, I’m no cuckold, but if I were, I’d be in cuckold heaven.