Kinky Anniversary

“Hey, Jimmy, I want to show you something!” I raised my eyes from the computer screen and looked at the cute face of my wife Evie. She was holding her smartphone.

It took me only one glance at her blushed freckled cheeks, to realize that she was up to something kinky. Because kinkiness was the foundation of our relationship. Evidently, she was trying to hide the agitation, but I knew her too well, even though we were married only for a year. Well, not entirely, we were supposed to celebrate our first anniversary in the upcoming week.

“What’s up?” I drew back my chair and entwined her slim waist, taking her on my lap. Evie’s petite, firm butt was easily fitting only on my one thigh. “What are you hiding there?” I reached for her phone, but she softly slapped my hand with a smile.

“A! A! I will be holding it, honey.” She hid the screen from me and clicked on something. Then she moved the phone in front of my face and asked. “Here, what do you think about this chick?”

It was a portrait photo of a young black girl, as I assume between twenty and twenty five years old. Her brown eyes were looking proudly into the camera, some may say that it was even an arrogant or provocative look.

She was very pretty, but in a kind of aggressive way. It could be amplified by her expression, but her facial features were simply perfect. A storm of curly, black hair, shiny, flawless complexion, big glossy eyes, long eyelashes, natural, but well prim eyebrows (without those pathetic painted lines, so popular nowadays), high cheekbones, flat, but small and cute nose and really amazing lips.

Her lips were most captivating – thick and pouty, but not in an obscene or vulgar way. They were carved in voluptuous shape. And they were natural, at least looked like that – if they were enhanced by Botox or some other filler, then big applause for a surgeon, because he made a masterpiece. Those lips were created for kissing… or sucking cocks.

Usually I would think that it was one of our games, showing someone’s photo to rate her or his attractiveness or asking the other a series of hot and kinky questions, but that day Evie was way too excited for such innocent play.

“Huh? She is pretty.” I answered nonchalantly, to troll my wife a bit. And she reacted just like I predicted. Evie puffed her lips with a sigh and rolled eyes in a cute way.

“C’mon, we know that, it’s obvious. What do you think about her face?”

“She is very pretty?” I laughed, causing a little freckled nose to crinkle in adorable, but feigned anger. “Okay, okay, I’ll tell you more… hmm… She is really hot, but I like her lips the most, they look very tempting. But she looks… I don’t know, cocky, that for sure. Maybe even quite mean…”

“Mhm…” Evie nodded and slid her screen to the next photo. “And here?”

The next photo showed the same girl, but this time her whole silhouette. She was in the gym, sitting on the bench and behind her was a huge barbell on the racks.

Ebony hottie was… built like a tank!!! The girl was looking in the camera with the same cocky expression, this time even more proud and defiant. Both her arms were raised and flexed, showing massive, softball size biceps, with lean, high peaks and her forearms were solid like baseball bats, entwined by thick veins. Rest of her body was impressive as well, wide shoulders, massive chest, but contrasted with narrow waist. Legs, despite that they weren’t highlighted in the photo, looked absolutely huge too. Two pillars-like thighs were stretching loose grey sweatpants.

The barbell behind her was loaded with three big red steel plates on each side. Olympic red plates, there was even a visible product’s name ‘Rogue’… I almost never used those during my puny weightlifting attempts, surely not for bench pressing. If I remember correctly, one of them weighs about 55 pounds. Quick math – on the barbell in the photo was circa 480 pounds, including the bar!

As much as I didn’t want to show it to Evie, this photo shocked me to the core. But Evie had to know it anyway, after all she wouldn’t have shown me that photo. Beauty of this girl, combined with her facial expression, those huge biceps and that barbell with a shitload of weights, made me gasp. Quiver with a weird, unidentified yet excitement.

Of course, the photo could be staged and she might have not even touched this heavy barbell, but I had a feeling that she not only did touch it, moreover – that she pressed it up many times… with ease. Those arms didn’t look as if they were pumped only for the flaunt. But most ‘convincing’ was that girl’s facial expression – frankly, I think that it is impossible to look so confident and cocky, if you are not able to back it up with your actions.

“Do you like it?” Evie asked with slyest grin she could produce.

“Naaah, not really” I purposely lied, knowing that she will read through that. Evie smiled even wider and slid her left hand towards my groin, to feel my growing… excitement.

“Liar! Haha!” She laughed and started to stroke my dick through the material. She could read me like a fucking manual. Photos of this ebony chick were hitting all my fetishes so far and – as I perfectly knew – also Evie’s. She viewed another photo of this girl. “What about that? Pay attention to her tattoo…”

This time it was a selfie photo, probably taken in some locker or dressing room. Pic was cropped to show this girl’s torso, only part of her chin was visible on top. She was wearing a clingy and revealing crop top with big cleavage, barely covering her massive tits. Initially I assumed that they were implants, but it was really hard to tell, they looked very natural. Below them were amazingly sculpted abs which would put in shame most regular gym rats. Hell, I would risk the statement that there were very few professional athletes who had such washboard muscles. Big cubes of flesh, lean and defined, with clear separations between each. Her stomach looked as if she was preparing for a bodybuilding contest.

And yeah, above her belly button was a small tattoo of the ‘yin yang’ symbol.

“Nice abs, right?” Evie looked at me with squinted eyes. ‘Nice’ – that was a heavy understatement. This mysterious girl’s abdominals looked like they were able to stop the bullet. My wife’s hand slid inside my pants and grabbed my cock firmly. She turned the screen of her phone towards her face once again and whispered. “And this one will blow your mind away, babe…”

She showed me the next photo. This one was worse quality, more grainy, most likely because it was taken in a dark room. And Evie was right – once I realized what was in the picture, my brain stopped functioning properly.

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Photo, on the bottom side, showed a naked lower back and buttocks of some white person, probably male and above of it was visible a black ripped abdominal muscle… with a yin yang tattoo!

These two naked bodies were connected together by something unfitting, something which caused in me the overwhelming feelings of shock, disbelief and… arousement!

The white glutes on the photo were widely spread by… massive black cock!

It was impossible to assess its full size, because it was buried deep inside that ass, but seeing the enormous girth of its base I would put a solid bet that the rest was impressive as well. There was a vein, thick as pencil, running along that cock and disappearing between pale buttocks.

But one thing was obvious – that fat black dong belonged to the muscular girl from previous photos. Realization of this fact sent shivers down to my spine.

“Oh! Fuck! Is she a dickgirl?!” I shouted right to Evie’s ear. She laughed and stood up, clicking something on her phone.

“Yeah, she is. Here, read this, while I’ll… take care of something…” She passed me her phone and kneeled between my legs. Her small hands grabbed the base of my rock hard dick and revealed it from underwear. Immediately her sweet lips started to work.

Oh, Evie! My cute, slutty, innocent, kinky wife!

It was really difficult to focus, but I started to read the text, which appeared to be an escort ad.

‘Sheera – the best dickgirl in the entire industry. I’m your dream, your nightmare, I am the goddess of sex.’Wow, so much for modesty… – I thought.

‘I believe in one maxim – life is too short, to be small. So here I am – big in every possible aspect. Big tits, big muscles and big meat between my legs. Really fucking monstrously big.

I can wake up the biggest slut in the shiest, most quiet mousy little. I can turn the biggest alpha macho stud into cock-craving, obedient bottom pussyboy. I can show you the most passionate, gentle sex in your life, which will change you forever or… I can as well brutally dominate you and fuck your brain out without mercy. I can do EVERYTHING.

And if you think that it’s all marketing, bragging and exaggerating, that my pics are photoshopped… Well, then why won’t you give it a try and call me. But be careful what you wish for, because I WILL prove you wrong!’

“Damn, that girl knows how to advertise herself…” I said to Evie and she took out my cock from her mouth with a loud slurp.

“Did you read the whole thing?” She asked, wiping with her forearm the long strain of saliva and precum from the chin.

“Wait, I didn’t know there was more.” I scrolled the screen down and found a segment called ‘Additional info’.

“Oh… fucking read it, ok?” Evie sighed and resumed sucking me off. Oh god, she was the true expert in this! Her nose was rhythmically poking my pubis bone, as she was shoving my whole length into her throat. I wasn’t particularly very big, slightly under seven inches, but Evie’s blowjob skills were top-notch!

There was a short list under that segment, where that dickgirl… Sheera explained more details. It went as follows.

‘Few things you need to know, before you’ll set up a meeting:

– I don’t discriminate against any race or gender. Girls, boys, femboys, dickgirls, couples are welcomed. If you want me to be involved in some party orgy, I’m open, but just tell me earlier.

– I’m young, strong, healthy and clean. While I don’t expect first two from you, the last two are fucking mandatory. If you lie about your health or neglect your hygiene, I won’t accept any excuses and just leave. And if you will be rude, then… well, you really don’t want to know what will happen.

– Sorry for ageism, but I don’t meet with people 55+. I have nothing against elders, but I can’t risk that I’ll fuck you to death, because your heart won’t endure the sensations. Minors – the same, I don’t need to explain that, right?

– I’m a really versatile and open person, if you have some fantasy, you would like me to dress in a specific way or want me to roleplay with you, just tell me. But there is one condition – I’M ALWAYS TOP. Don’t even try to persuade me and if you like to take your chance and try to dominate me, then… good luck with that!

– Last thing, but probably most important. If you are a virgin or really inexperienced, then think twice before calling me. Not that I’m brute or impatient… The thing is that I’m really, really, REALLY BIG down there. Imagine a truly huge, fat monster cock. Done? Then I’m still bigger than that. So, if you don’t want to suffer, then try to prepare yourself or just find another dickgirl.’

And that was it, there was also a phone number and email address. Sheera noted that she doesn’t respond to text messages and friend requests on any social media. Just a phone call and mail to describe all the details.

“Okay, I read it.” My announcement woke Evie up from her trance. She slurped on my cock one more time and stood up.

“And what do you think about it?” That day Evie was wearing a tiny, clingy, one piece cotton dress and simply started to pull it up, revealing a completely naked body underneath. Yes, no bra, no panties, that was one of my wife’s mottos. ‘Fucking in every possible positions and places’ was also one of them.

“It was hot and scary at the same time. Of course if it was true.” I stood up also, firmly grabbed Evie’s hips and lifted her. She moved my laptop away with one hand and I placed her butt on the table.

I loved her body. Despite being a true petite girl, she had curvaceous shapes, she was just a short sexy woman. Five feet one inch, around 105 pounds, medium, but very perky and firm tits and small ass, but shapeful, sculpted by yoga lesson. She had this ‘back shelf’, so desired by many pancake-ass girls. But the best thing about Evie’s body was her flexibility and… that I could toss her around with ease. And she loved that.

“Do you think it’s fake? Why?” Evie asked while spreading her legs almost to full split. Yeah, flexibility, right? And an even better thing was that she liked to show off.

“Oh c’mon, you know how often those dickgirls are lying or selling complete bullshit on the net. Claiming about a ten inch monster cock which barely looks to be eight. Or they are really big, but never get fully hard. Or they take photos at clever, tricky angles, which would make an average cock look like an ass-ripping pillar. You know that, babe.” Obviously she knew that, because we watched a lot of porn together, including many, many videos with dickgirls. I started to pad my dick against her wet pussy lips.

“Yeah, I know, but I had a feeling that she is legit…” She answered with a mysterious smile, while spreading her vagina with fingers. I immediately pressed on her entrance and filled her with one, strong thrust. Sudden jolt of pleasure made Evie roll her eyes and on her face appeared a delighted smile, which turned into a more impish one. “Oh… wouldn’t it be nice to have a threesome with a girl like Sheera?”

“What do you have in mind, huh?” I slowly started to move my hips back and forth, while holding Evie’s pelvis in strong grip. I wanted her to feel every thrust. Because she liked that.

“Just answer…” She whispered with the same trollish grin.

“Maybe it would be. She looks really hot, but… I don’t know… her advert and it’s style… she may be a bully.” I lifted Evie’s butt, just to impale her harder on my dick.

“I don’t know, she seemed to be nice on the phone…” Chuckling, she said innocently. Surprise made me frozen for a moment.

“What?!” I asked, completely baffled. Evie used that moment to place her small feet on my chest and push me out of her. Then she started to run away, giggling like crazy. She liked to do that very often, it was one of many of our ‘things’. Kinky version of hide and seek combined with play tag.

“Oh, don’t worry, I just asked her if she will be available next Friday.” She shouted while running like a little rabbit.

Next Friday. Our anniversary. Oh, you little perverted slut. I love you so much!

I didn’t answer anything back, just chased her through the corridor to our living room. Her sexy bouncing naked ass always made me laugh too, she looked so innocent right then, but only I knew how nasty and kinky this girl indeed was. Evie stumbled and fell on the fluffy carpet. I knew that it was all the game and roleplay, because she ‘accidently’ landed in the most vulnerable position – on her knees, face between fringes and with butt pointing high on the ceiling, exposing her wet, shiny pussy.

“Gotcha!” I grabbed her glutes and squeezed them pretty harshly, then gave her three fast spanks, two on buttocks, one across her pussy.

“Oh, please, Jim, don’t punish me too hard!” Evie pleaded with a convincing begging voice and it fired me up even more. I crouched above her jutting out ass and shoved my dick inside her with one, strong move.

“And will she?” I asked and started to pound her pussy vigorously, using much of my weight to increase the force.

“Wha… what?” She grunted, already completely lost in pleasure.

“This Sheera! Will! She! Be! Available! Next! Friday?!” I shouted every word separately, between each one giving Evie a strong thrust. She was squealing like a Guinea pig, but when she understood what I asked she started to laugh uncontrollably.

“Hahaha! I knew that…!” She wasn’t able to finish, because I quickly slid out from her and lifted her, grabbing by her hips. Evie let out a surprised moan, all of sudden finding herself upside down, but then giggled again. I placed her on my shoulder, now her head was hanging near my dick and she was waving her legs behind my head.

Evie loved being lifted, carried and tossed by me. Good that she was so light, because I wasn’t especially strong or well built. At least I was strong enough to do some stunts with her and not ruin my spine during that. I carried her to the couch, threw her on it and laid down between her legs.

“You knew what?” I asked, while spreading her legs wider with my knees. Her freckled face was red as if she ran for half a mile. She smiled adorably.

“I knew that you were gonna like this idea, babe!” She sat up and entwined my neck. I let her pull me down.

“And you knew about that because…?” I asked her, already knowing what she would answer. Again I filled her, this time slowly, gently, passionately.

“Because no one in this world knows you like I do…” Evie exhaled that sentence in one, laboured breath.

That was the ultimate truth. She knew me better than I knew myself. I knew her at the same level. We both knew that we were the perfect match, despite how other people could perceive us as a couple.

I could not imagine being so free with other women than Evie. To meet someone, who will let me be myself, who will help me to discover my true self. To explore my sexuality, my dreams, the deepest and most hidden desires.

She knew that I was… let’s call it… bi-curious. And that I was fascinated by strong women, craved to be dominated by beautiful, muscular women and… that I was obsessed with big, fat, huge, enormous, monster cocks. Evie accepted that part of me without any judging. She even enjoyed experimenting with me – pegging, using toys, role playing.

The thing for massive muscles and dicks was something we both shared. I knew that Evie dreams about being roughly fucked with a huge dick, much, much bigger than I had. To be totally stuffed with it, impaled on it, stretched by it. She had this dream scenario, in which she is pounded by… someone with an enormous cock, completely at mercy of that person, while I am watching and masturbating. But she didn’t want a threesome with another man.

So one day we agreed upon, that if we ever would do the triangle, that the third party in it will be a dickgirl. The perfect, beautiful, muscular and well endowed dickgirl. But I quickly and sadly realized that someone fitting that description most likely doesn’t exist. Maybe only in art, 3d renders, comics and stuff like that. Apparently Evie was more patient and persistent during her searching. And she found Sheera.

“And you think Sheera will be perfect for that?” I slid my forearms below Evie’s upper back and grabbed her fragile shoulders from behind. Without the conscious will my hips started to move faster, impatiently.

“She… oh!… she will be more than perfect, Jimmy!”

“And are you really okay with the whole threesome idea?”

“Haha! I should ask you that!” Evie’s soft lips stretched in a wide grin. “Will it be fine for you that your wife will worship… huge…. hard… muscles? So… soooo… much bigger than yours?” Someone might feel insulted hearing such words from his wife, but I wasn’t. We were way above that. Evie said that because she knew perfectly that I was craving to worship big girly muscles as well. And for me, the perspective of seeing Evie being tossed around by muscular and strong dickgirl was truly thrilling. After all, if I, with my at best average strength, could do that to Evie, how amazing it would look when someone jacked like Sheera would grab my wife’s petite body. Evie will be like a ragdoll in those powerful arms.