Fantasy Football Players

My wife and I are huge football fans. We have our own one-on-one fantasy league and one year she picked a virtually unknown player from the university we attended who never made it big in the pros. He was tall, fast, good-looking and muscular, an incredible physical specimen who was also known for his intelligence and character. He had dark, mocha-toned skin.

Julie clapped her hands when she landed him with her last pick. “He’s on all my fantasy teams!” she gushed, a big smile on her face.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“What?” she replied, a sheepish look on her face. “Did I say that out loud?”

“You did!” I laughed. “You have some other fantasy team, do you? What kind of fantasies are those?”

Julie just gave me an awe-shucks look. “We all have our fantasies, don’t we?” she shrugged, “I just kind of like professional athletes, I guess. OK?”

I nodded. “Tell you what — how about this — you can have your pro athlete if the opportunity arises, but I get a cheerleader if I ever get a shot. Deal?”

“Cheerleader?” she laughed. “I knew it! Ever since I caught you rewinding the closeups of the cheerleaders you secretly recorded. You thought I was in the kitchen, remember?”

It was true. Sometimes I’d DVR games just to see the cheerleaders. I smiled. “So, do we have a deal?”

***

That was in the past, and now Julie and I are happily married with two beautiful kids, nice house, and my PR firm is doing great. One day I had a meeting with a new client and when he walked into my office I realized who he was — my wife’s pick from that fantasy draft from years ago. He was retired after a brief pro career and now building a chain of health clubs with a group of other former players.

We hit it off. We were about the same age, went to the same big university, and had the same ideas about business and marketing. After Floyd signed a contract were making small talk when he noticed the pictures of my family on my desk.

“Your son plays football? He looks good!” he said.

“Star of the team!” I replied proudly.

“Wow!” he added, noticing a picture of my wife and I on the beach. “Your wife is beautiful, too.” Julie was wearing a form-fitting one-piece bathing suit and her long auburn hair was wet. You could see the faint outline of her nipples poking through the glistening fabric. Actually, I wasn’t sure I should even display that picture in my office, but for some reason I put her out there for my clients to see. Julie looked gorgeous in that photo and sexy as hell. It was only taken last year. Even in her thirties she still looked great and turned heads.

“Yeah,” Floyd gushed, “you’re a lucky man, my friend. She’s hot!”

I watched Floyd intently studying the photo of my wife and wondered to myself — should I say anything? It seemed kind of creepy to tell him about the “deal” Julie and I made years ago, but something got the better of me. Maybe it was pride? Or maybe it was perversion? Anyway, for some reason I spoke the words that ultimately changed our lives.

“Yeah,” I said casually, “she thinks you’re pretty hot, too.”

He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Ummm, she picked you for her fantasy team?” I awkwardly explained, “back when you were playing, you know?”

“Really?” he asked suspiciously, “with my stats I didn’t get picked for too many fantasy teams.”

For some reason I persisted. “Well, not that fantasy team,” I said.

He cocked an eyebrow again, giving me a curious look.

I felt myself blushing as I explained that Julie and I agreed to a “free pass” for athletes for her and cheerleaders for me and he nodded knowingly.

“Oh, that team,” he said with a laugh. “Believe me, I know all about that fantasy team. You wouldn’t believe how many married white ladies have me on their fantasy fuck-me team. It’s amazing!”

“Really?” I responded.

Floyd was still holding the picture, looking at Julie. “Yeah,” he said knowingly, “respectable, 30-something married white ladies just love trying out a big, black cock. Especially since internet porn came around. I don’t know — I guess it’s one of those mid-life things?” he pondered, shaking his head. “And their husbands seem to get off on it too! Most of them want to watch. It’s crazy, I know, but I’m not complaining!”

I could feel my face turning redder. I shrugged, trying to play it down. “Just something we talked about years ago, you know.”

“Yeah, right,” Floyd countered shrewdly, turning his attention back to the picture of my wife in his large hands. “Well, whatever you say, but Julie here is a beautiful lady and I’d certainly love to meet her . . ..”

***

I didn’t say anything to Julie about meeting Floyd, but a few months later my firm organized a Friday-evening event for the grand opening of Floyd’s club in our city. We arranged food and music and invited a few other former players. I told Julie it would be fun if she came along to enjoy the music and champagne, but I didn’t tell her who would be there.

Julie was excited as the evening came around — we didn’t get out as much as we used to. She wore a silky white button-down shirt and black skirt that fell to mid-thigh. She wore conservative, two-inch heels which made her smooth, toned legs looked fantastic. As usual her shirt was buttoned up, hiding her cleavage, but her outfit was tight enough to show off the roundness of her hips, slim waist and the firm swell of her breasts. She looked beautiful and I knew that any man, including Floyd, would be enthralled by her. Truthfully, I didn’t think anything sexual would happen — Julie and I were too traditional and reserved for that. I thought she’d flirt a little and we’d laugh about her actually meeting a pro athlete, and then we’d go home together as we always do and maybe have some really good sex, which we didn’t do nearly as often as we used to. But there was a tiny tingle in the back of my mind at the thought of Floyd seeing my wife in that outfit.

***

At the party I immediately got Julie a glass of champagne and we mingled. She chatted happily and I made sure to keep the champagne flowing. We both loosen up a lot when we drink, and I wanted tonight to be fun for us. Suddenly I saw her eyes go wide and she said, under her breath, “Oh shit, I don’t believe it!” I looked over and saw Floyd approaching us.

“Floyd, let me introduce you to my wife, Julie!” I gushed. Turning to Julie I explained, “honey, this is Floyd. He’s the owner of the club and my best new client!” I raised my glass to Floyd to show my appreciation.

Julie seemed astonished as Floyd said hello and shook her hand. He immediately went on a charm offensive, telling Julie how beautiful she was and what a lucky guy I was to have such a sexy wife. I could see that Julie was shocked at finding the handsome hunk from her fantasy team standing beside her, holding her hand and telling her how sexy she was.

I deliberately stayed back as Floyd and Julie talked and flirted, letting the conversation flow between them. They were having a great time getting to know each other, with lots of laughing and smiling. After a few minutes Floyd got pulled away and Julie turned to me. “Honey!! That’s Floyd from the fantasy league! Remember?”

“Who?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“The fantasy league!” she insisted, “Remember? Athletes? Cheerleaders? That whole ‘deal’ we made?”

“Ohhh, you mean your special fantasy team?” I replied suggestively.

Julie punched me in the arm. “Yes!” she hissed excitedly, trying not to draw attention to us, “you didn’t tell me who he was!”

Just then Floyd rejoined us with more champagne and resumed charming my wife. I told Julie I had to say hello to some other guests and stepped away to let them be alone. I took my time, mingling with my coworkers and clients, but keeping an eye on them from across the room. Floyd was standing in close to Julie, putting his hand on her arm and leaning into her ear so she could hear him in the noisy room. They were smiling and laughing a lot, and as I approached Julie was grinning and nodding enthusiastically back at Floyd.

“How’s it going?” I asked.

“Great!” said Julie, beaming at Floyd, “I didn’t know you had such terrific clients!”

Floyd smiled and put his arm on Julie’s back, then let it slide down her white blouse to that sexy curve at the very top of her butt and held it there. It was a suggestive move, but not quite up to the level that could get a drink thrown in his face. “Freddy,” Floyd said sincerely, cutting the tension, “your wife is even more beautiful than in pictures! You’re a lucky man, my friend.”

Julie bit her lip and looked at me nervously, wondering whether I was OK with her flirting and Floyd’s hand on her back. I smiled, letting her know everything was just fine.

Floyd sensed the communication between us and decided to up the ante. “Hey Freddy,” he said to me, flashing a big smile and easing his hand farther down onto the black silk of her skirt, “Julie was telling me about how I was on her special fantasy team back in the day,” he said, his hand now wandering boldly over my wife’s ass. Julie’s eyes went wide and she stood like a statue, staring at me in alarm as Floyd caressed her butt.

“Oh, I know!” I replied coolly, flashing Julie a calm, everything-is-OK look, “unfortunately I don’t see any cheerleaders around here, so I guess only one of us can have our fantasies come true tonight . . .” I looked directly at Floyd’s hand on my wife’s ass, letting them both know I was well aware of his advances. “A deal is a deal, right?” I added.

Julie’s face broke into a confused, nervous smile as Floyd squeezed her ass and pulled her body against his. “You sure have a sexy wife, Freddy,” he said in a low voice.

Julie exhaled, steadying herself. “Ummm, I have to go to the ladies’ room,” she panted, but Floyd kept his arm around her waist and before she could extract herself he leaned down to give her a soft, tender kiss on the lips, right in front of me. “Don’t be long,” Floyd urged, giving Julie’s butt another squeeze.

Trapped in Floyd’s embrace, Julie turned and looked to me — for help? support? approval? — I wasn’t sure, but her eyes pleaded for some type of reaction as Floyd held her close, their faces just inches apart. Again I played it cool, smiling and giving Julie a shrug, letting her know I was OK with Floyd’s audacious advances. Julie seemed conflicted, uncertain, but when Floyd leaned in for another kiss she kissed him back, putting her hands on his shoulders and holding her lips to his as he pawed her ass and pulled her tight against him. Julie offered no resistance and when he let go after a few seconds she stood there, looking into his eyes, their bodies pressed together.

“Wow!” she said, breathing heavily, an astonished look on her face. She looked to me, again waiting for my reaction, her chest rising and falling with each breath, astounded by Floyd’s behavior and my acquiescence. I just stood there, playing it cool, although my heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest. Seeing no response from me, Julie leaned into Floyd for another kiss on the lips and then headed off to the ladies room. “Be right back!” she chirped.

Floyd and I watched her walk across the floor, her butt swaying under the black fabric of her skirt. “You OK with this?” he asked.

“Umm, sure . . . I guess,” I responded, not certain how far it would all go.

“Man, I’ve seen this before. Your wife is so ready, like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. You sure you’re sure?”

I thought for a moment. That tingle in the back of my mind was now like an electric current running through my brain. “Uh, yeah,” I replied nervously, “yeah, whatever happens, yeah,” I stammered.

“OK, my friend. But just remember you gave the OK,” he said, his gaze fixed on me, trying to gauge my level of commitment.

I nodded, trying to convince both him and myself. We stood silently for a few moments, then Floyd said, “Julie ever get a taste of black cock before?”

“Uh-uh,” I said, shaking my head, and a little bit shocked at Floyd’s directness. “As far as I know,” I added, not feeling certain of anything at this point.

Floyd studied me with penetrating eyes. “OK. So you think you’d be OK with your wife getting fucked by my big, black cock? Big dick in her pussy and loving it?”

Oh, my God, I thought. He’s testing me! The image of Floyd and Julie naked in bed flashed in my mind, making my cock throb. I wanted to protest, but I found myself involuntarily nodding in agreement.

“Yeah?! You’d be OK letting me get a piece of that nice white pussy that’s all your right now? You sure? You really sure? Cause it might not be all yours for long!”

I nodded again. Definitely not sure, but unable to say no.

“OK, my man, but you better be sure!” he laughed. “Not every guy can handle watching their wife get fucked by a black stud.” He stared into me, testing my reaction. I stared back, totally shocked now but trying my best to hide it.

“Or seeing the love of their life swallowing a huge load of come from a big black cock,” he continued. To my amazement I found myself nodding in agreement, although I was actually feeling lightheaded, like the room was spinning.

“Or taking it in the ass?” he added. My mind was screaming — what was I thinking?! What was I doing?! But still, somehow I kept nodding, giving Floyd the green light.

Floyd laughed, “OK,” he said, “you better prepare yourself.”

“Well,” I countered meekly, “I don’t know if she’d be up for all that stuff — she really doesn’t like to swallow,” I explained. Floyd was looking at me with a knowing smirk. “And she’s definitely not into anal,” I added.

Floyd looked at me sadly, shaking his head. “Freddy, you have no idea . . .”

***

When Julie returned I noticed that she had undone a button on her blouse, now displaying a hint of cleavage. Her makeup and lipstick were perfectly touched up. Floyd excused himself to say goodbye to some guests who were leaving and, I suspected, to give us time alone to talk about where things were going.

As soon as Floyd was out of earshot Julie turned to me in a panic. “Baby! she hissed, “why didn’t you tell me that Floyd was your client?! I can’t believe this!!”

“I guess I just forgot,” I lied.

“So you’re OK with him touching me, and putting his arm around me, and kissing me and stuff? Did you see him squeeze my ass?!”

“I did,” I admitted, “but . . . I mean . . . we’ve always been pretty clear what our agreement was, right?”

Julie stared at me for a minute. “He wants us to go out with him later, you know,” she said, “he invited us to go dancing at the club in his hotel. You OK with that?”

I nodded, “could be fun,” I said tentatively.

Julie stared at me again. “Yeah? You’re gonna be OK with me dancing with Floyd? After what he just did?”

I nodded.

“Slow dancing?”

I nodded again.

“Well, what if things — you know — go farther?”

“Baby!” I exclaimed in a low voice, “A deal’s a deal, right? Let’s just take it one step at a time, OK?”

Julie took my hands in hers and put her face right in front of mine, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “Just remember,” she said softly, “no matter what happens, I love you, understand?”

I nodded again. “It’s your night, sweetheart. Whatever you want to do is OK with me,” I said, “as long as I’m there with you . . .”

***

When the valet brought my SUV around I hopped in the driver’s seat while Floyd jumped in the back. The valet was holding the passenger door for Julie, but she opened the back door herself and climbed in next to Floyd.

“Honey,” she said playfully, “we can’t let our guest sit in back all by himself, can we? That would be rude!”

Before we had gone two blocks the two of them were whispering and giggling, and we were only a few minutes into the trip when it suddenly got very quiet back there. I adjusted the rear-view mirror so I could see a little of what was going on, and I nearly crashed the car. There was my wife, the mother of my children, locked in a passionate embrace with my client, Julie’s lips were pressed against Floyd’s and even in the rearview I could clearly tell that their tongues were dueling in each other’s mouths.

I was shocked and stunned, and my stomach started doing flips, but at the same time I realized my cock was hard as stone. Neither of them seemed to mind that I could see them. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, and I watched with mixed emotions as Floyd’s hands explored the front of my wife’s shirt.

Floyd undid the buttons on Julie’s white blouse and slid his big, dark hand inside. My head was spinning as I heard my wife making soft whimpering sounds. They were making out like teenagers and Floyd was playing with my wife’s tits. Julie caught my eye in the rearview and smiled at me, then she closed her eyes again as an expression of pleasure washed over her face as Floyd toyed with her hard nipples.

After a few minutes Floyd’s hand disappeared from my view and I saw Julie squirming in the backseat as they kissed. She was purring and moaning and I knew that Floyd has his hand between her legs.

“Ummm, we’re almost there!” I announced, hoping that things wouldn’t get out of hand too soon.

***

Floyd tipped the maître d to get us a booth in the back corner, and we talked and drank for a while, catching our breath. The booth was round, and Julie sat in the middle with me on her left and Floyd on her right. Floyd’s hand immediately disappeared under the table and I could clearly see him caressing Julie’s right thigh. Julie smiled at me and scooted a little closer to Floyd.

Floyd and Julie were having a great time together while I mostly sat back and watched them laugh and flirt. When Floyd’s left hand wasn’t under the table he was either touching her arm, rubbing her back and shoulders, or holding her hand on the table, right in front of me.

When I ordered our second round of drinks Floyd grabbed Julie and pulled her onto the dance floor. The first two numbers were fast songs, and they danced close, watching each other move and leaning in to each other to talk above the noise. When a slow song came on Floyd pulled Julie into his arms. It was incredibly exciting to see my slim wife, dressed in her short skirt and thin blouse, melting into the arms of this towering, solid black man. One of Floyd’s hands nearly covered her whole back, and when he dropped it down to her curvy ass he could hold both cheeks in one hand. They swayed with their bodies close together, Julie’s head pressed against his chest. Floyd led Julie around the floor and stopped right in front of our table where I sat alone, and he made sure I could see him grinding his cock against her and squeezing her ass blatantly. Looking over Julie’s shoulder, he grinned at me and deliberately pulled her skirt up high enough so that her thong and her bare ass cheeks were clearly visible, his big black paw roaming over her creamy white skin.

When they got back to the table Julie seem to be in a trance, breathing heavily with a wild look in her eyes. With Julie sitting in between us, Floyd was openly fondling her, right there in the booth. At one point he slid his hand between her legs, and I saw her stiffen and gasp. Floyd then told her to pull the tablecloth back so I could see what he was doing to her. Julie complied, closing her eyes and pulling the white cloth covering away from her lap. I could see Floyd’s thick, black middle finger sliding inside my wife’s pink pussy, which was now glistening with moisture. “Oh God, Freddy!” she rasped, “he’s got his fingers inside me!” She was gripping the tablecloth in clenched fists, trying to keep her composure. “Oooohhh!” she cried softly, “he’s finger-fucking me, Freddy! He’s finger-fucking me under the table! Oh, God!”

This was getting wilder than I’d ever thought it would, what with Floyd actually playing with my wife’s wet pussy in a public bar!

He then told her to tell me what she had said out on the dance floor. Julie hesitated, but Floyd insisted. He pulled his hand out from between her legs and said, “if you don’t tell him I’m getting up and leaving right now. Tell him!”

Julie looked at me with a desperate look on her face. “Oooooh,” she groaned, submitting to Floyd’s will, “I told him, honey — I told him I really want to have sex with him.” She turned to Floyd, seeking his approval.

“That all?” Floyd demanded. He placed his hand back under the table and I saw his big finger slide along the wet lips of her pussy, teasing.

“Ohhh, Freddy,” she squealed as he slowly pressed his finger back inside her, “I told him I wanted him to, to . . . . to fuck me!”

“More!” Floyd urged.

“Ooooh!” she wailed, “OK, OK. Honey — I told him about my fantasy — to fuck a pro — a big, muscular pro athlete. Ugh!”

Floyd nodded to her, demanding that she continued.

“Oh, God, baby! I told him I wanted to him to fuck me . . . to fuck me with his big, black cock!”

I was stunned. Julie never used the word “fuck” before. She always called it “making love.” And I had never heard that part of the fantasy before — the big, black cock part.

“That’s right!” Floyd smiled, “and that’s what you’re going to get, baby. Tell him what else you said.”

“Oooooh,” Julie swooned, breathing heavy now from Floyd’s diddling fingers. “Do I have to?” she whined.

“Tell him!” Floyd demanded, pulling his hand away again.

She groaned again and I could tell her will power was gone. Floyd was going to have his way. “I . . . I . . .,” she groaned and looked at Floyd who just glared at her. Finally, she turned to me and said quietly, “I told him I wanted to suck his cock, honey. I told him I wanted to suck his big, black cock. I actually said those words, baby — I want to suck his big, black cock.”

Wow. Julie never talked about “sucking cock.” Hearing her speak like that was a huge turn-on, and my own cock was hard as a rock. Julie suddenly gasped, grabbed the edge of the table and begged Floyd not to stop, as she was really close to coming. Instead, he removed his fingers from her pussy, telling her that she was going to come all right, come a lot, but not from finger-fucking. He said she was going to orgasm on his cock, with all nine inches of it buried inside her. Julie just groaned at that.

“Please,” she whispered, “please, just take me somewhere and fuck me!”

I stared in shock at my usually reserved wife as she uttered these words. Floyd grinned and said that his room was right upstairs, and ordered my wife to come upstairs with him where he would fuck her brains out. “And you’re welcome to come and watch, Freddy, if you want.”

In the elevator Floyd turned Julie to face me and stood behind her, kissing her neck and squeezing her tits right in front of me. Floyd looked me in the eye as he spoke into Julie’s ear, “You ready to get fucked all night long?” he teased, “ready to get fucked by my nine-inch cock inside that tight white pussy of yours?” Julie groaned. “You ready to suck a big, black cock with your husband watching?”

Julie just moaned as the chime rang for our floor, and when the doors opened Floyd took my wife by the hand and led her down the hall to his suite as I trailed behind.

*****

I took a seat in the corner as Floyd seated himself in a comfy chair and pointed to the carpet in front of him, directing Julie to stand there. She complied immediately, stepping across the carpet and standing shyly with her hands behind her back, breathing heavily.

“Take off your clothes,” Floyd said forcefully.

She looked at me with a guilty expression, biting her lip, and then proceeded to undo the buttons on her shirt. When she was done she let it drop to the floor, then stood in just her bra and skirt, her chest heaving with every breath, her reddish-brown hair flowing over her bare shoulders. Slowly, she reached behind to undo her bra and lowered the straps. She let it hang on her shoulders for a moment and then pulled it away, baring her firm breasts and hard nipples to Floyd. He studied her for a moment, enjoying the sight of her firm orbs. Julie did a little half-turn for him, giving him a show, then unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, looking to Floyd submissively. When he nodded she smiled and stepped out of her panties, leaving her standing naked in just her heels.

“Nice,” Floyd said, looking Julie up and down. He turned to me and smirked, as if to say, “I told you so.” It was surreal. I never thought I’d see my wife undressing herself and standing nude before another man, waiting for his approval while I sat by mutely.

Floyd kicked off his shoes, rose from his chair and pulled Julie into his arms, pressing her nipples against his dress shirt. He leaned down and they locked in a wet, torrid kiss, their tongues wrestling as Floyd’s big hands roamed all over my wife’s naked body. He ground his pelvis against the bare skin of her belly as his hands gripped her smooth ass cheeks and pulled them tight against him. Floyd leaned back and took Julie’s firm tits in his hands, rubbing her soft mounds and pinching her nipples in his fingers. While Floyd was caressing my wife she had her hands all over him, rubbing his broad shoulders and back and holding his head in her hands as they made out in front of me. Julie undid the buttons on his shirt, quickly disrobing him from the chest up as they kissed.

Floyd paused, letting us get a good view of his hard body. He still had the washboard abs from his playing days and his arms and neck were bulging with solid muscles. He looked Julie in the eye and applied slight pressure to her shoulders, guiding her down to her knees on the carpet in front of him.

Julie looked up at him awe and then turned to me, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe how lucky she was to be kneeling before this incredible specimen of manliness, getting ready to suck his big, black cock.

Floyd gave her a nod and she began to undo his belt, her red fingernails unbuckling it and pulling the black leather through the loops. She looked up at him as she unsnapped the button and lowered his zipper. Floyd raised each leg in turn as she slid his slacks down and off, leaving him towering over her in just his tight black briefs, the outline of his huge shaft encased in fabric. Julie looked over at me again, dizzy with excitement, then reached up to grasp the waistband of his briefs in her dainty, pale fingers. She was panting in delight as she pulled them down, releasing his powerful tool from its confinement.

“Oh, my God,” Julie gasped as his meaty shaft came into view, “it’s huge!”

Julie’s mouth was open in astonishment as she reached up and took Floyd’s big, black cock in her small, white hands. The contrast was striking, her pale skin against his mocha-hued skin, her red fingernails adding color.

I sat on the chair, dumbfounded, as Julie began to pump his long rod in her fists, stroking the shaft eagerly from base to tip, massaging the crown with her fingers, caressing the huge balls that hung between his legs.

“It’s so big,” she kept saying, over and over, “it’s amazing!”

“Give it a kiss, baby,” Floyd commanded, “taste it.”

Julie looked at me and moaned out loud as she brought her lips to the fat crown. I’ll never forget the image of her pink lips pressed against the smooth, dark skin at the tip of his long, hard, upward-curving shaft. She closed her eyes and slurped a wet, loving kiss against it, taking in a deep breath through her nose at the same time — tasting, feeling and smelling the power of Floyd’s giant penis. My wife, my lifelong companion, was worshipping Floyd’s hard, ebony shaft with all of her senses.

He hadn’t been kidding about it being nine inches long and it was also thick, as thick as Julie’s wrist, with pronounced, pulsing veins wrapped all over it. I wondered if Julie could handle a cock that big, and I sensed that she was wondering the same thing. In the meantime, though, she was kissing it all over, from tip to the base — wet, sensuous, adoring kisses, exploring every inch of his member with her pursed lips, her eyes closed and look of pure bliss on her face. She seemed completely devoted to Floyd’s cock, intently focused as she lavished it with kisses, as if nothing else in the world existed. It was like she was under a spell — I’d never seen her like this, not even close.

After she got it nice and wet she began licking it — long, smooth swipes of her tongue, like an ice cream cone, slathering all over him — kissing and licking, licking and kissing, making love to his meat with her lips and tongue as she stroked him with her hands and played with his balls, devoting herself to his full nine inches.

Floyd looked down at Julie on her knees going crazy over his big dick, then looked to me and smiled. “I told you, Freddy,” he laughed, “these married white women just go insane for black cock. This one seems to really like it!”

Julie purred in agreement and continued to lick him all over. When it was shining in her hands she pulled back for a moment, admiring the big, black slab of meat in her hands, glistening with moisture. “It’s so beautiful,” she whispered, then leaned forward to resume kissing and licking it all over, drenching Floyd’s member with her affection.

“Nice, baby,” Floyd said, then grasped his shaft and pressed it against his belly. “Suck my balls now, honey,” he directed, widening his stance to allow his huge testicles to swing freely between his muscular legs, “yeah, suck my big, black balls, and make sure your husband gets a good view.”

Julie looked over at me and gave a guilty smile, then obediently went to work on Floyd’s huge, furry sack. She licked his balls all over until they were dripping wet, then sucked his entire left nut into her mouth, then his right, alternating back and forth between licking and sucking his wrinkled ball bag like it was candy, all the while pumping his shaft in her fist. Julie looked like she could have kept jerking him off and sucking his balls for the rest of her life, but after a few minutes Floyd grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head off.

Floyd yanked her mouth to the fat, mushroom head and pushed forward. “Time to suck it now, baby,” he directed as Julie parted her lips, eagerly taking him into her hungry mouth. Julie purred in delight as Floyd’s fat tool slid over her tongue. He held her head in his large hands and began pumping his hips back and forth, gently easing more and more of his big, black cock through her pursed lips each stroke.

With her mouth stuffed with cock and Floyd holding her head, she cast a sidelong glance at me out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes sparkled and her lips formed a big smile around Floyd’s dick. I understood that she was letting me know how much she loved this, and how much she appreciated my submission.

“Yeah, Freddy,” Floyd laughed, “I knew as soon as you showed me that picture in your office that I’d have my dick in your wife’s mouth soon . . . nice of you to set this up, my man.”

Julie looked to me again, Floyd’s cock still firmly lodged in her mouth and a surprised expression on her face as she suddenly realized that we hadn’t run into Floyd by chance.

“That’s right, girl! Your husband set the whole thing up — arranged everything so you could get that big, black cock you always wanted. You’re a lucky girl, honey!” he laughed.

Julie’s looked at me with wide-open, surprised eyes, and I just shrugged and mouthed the words, “I love you.” Her mouth quickly curled into a smile around Floyd’s huge shaft and her eyes took on a cheerful sparkle as she realized this was my gift to her. Happily she turned her attention back to Floyd’s big, dripping cock, enjoying it with renewed energy. She sucked him intently, her mouth slurping up and down, her hands sliding up and down the base of his rod and over his balls. I could see her throat muscles working as her tongue fluttered over his meat insider her mouth. She was working his shaft furiously, with a hunger I’d never seen from her before. Usually she wasn’t enthusiastic about blowing me but with Floyd she was absolutely passionate, sucking his cock as if it was the most delicious thing in the world. It was like his nine-inch member had some kind of magic power over her.

Floyd looked at Julie on her knees before him, then turned to me. “Freddy, my man, is there anything sexier than a white woman sucking on a big, black cock?”

I just looked on in awe, amazed that the cock-crazed creature on her knees was my sweet wife of 14 years.

“Yeah,” Floyd groaned, looking over at me, “your wife is a great cocksucker, man. God! She’s got cocksucker lips, and cocksucker attitude, too!” He ran his hand through Julie’s hair, “You love being a cocksucker for black dick, don’t you babe?”

Julie just grunted her assent, too wrapped up in blowing Floyd to pause. But Floyd wanted an answer. He took a handful of her hair and pulled her off his cock, demanding, “Baby! — you better tell me — do you love sucking black dick, or not?” Julie fought to get his meat back in her mouth, but he was too strong.

“You love being a cocksucker for this big, black cock, baby? Tell me! Tell your husband!”

“Ugh!” Julie grunted, struggling for his cock, but he was just too strong. “Yes!” she shouted, “yes!”

“Yes what?” Floyd demanded.

“Ugh,” she grunted again, “Yes! I love it! Your cock is beautiful!” Still he wouldn’t let go. “Yes!” she continued, “I love being your cocksucker.” Julie was struggling against him, still trying to suck him back in, but he wouldn’t let her. “Ooooohh, please!” she protested, “please! I love sucking you, Floyd . . . I love sucking your big, black cock! Please!”

“Tell him, too!” he urged, pointing to me.

Obeying, Julie turned to me and gasped, “God! I love this baby! I love being Floyd’s cocksucker . . . I love his cock . . . . his big, black cock . . . I love it baby . . .” Julie turned to Floyd and looked up at him hopefully, desperately seeking his approval.

“That’s it!” Floyd laughed, then let go and allowed my wife to quickly inhale his cock back into her mouth, as if she didn’t want to miss a second of sucking him.

“Nice, baby,” Floyd said as Julie pumped her mouth on his shaft, “that’s nice.”

Julie blew him intently, hungrily, with absolutely no reservations, sucking, licking and kissing all over him, fondling and sucking his balls, taking him down deep until she gagged. Time seemed to stop. All the while Floyd kept up a steady chatter, telling her and me what a sexy cocksucker she was, how hot it was to watch a respectable white lady to go crazy for black cock, how he was going to fuck her all night long.

Eventually the sweat started to build on Floyd’s brow and he started pumping his hips more and more, fucking his cock into Julie’s hungry mouth. I could tell he was getting close.

“OK, baby!” Floyd said, taking his shaft in his hand and fisting the base while Julie sucked on the head, “time to get ready for your reward now!”

Uh-oh, I thought to myself. I told Floyd that Julie didn’t swallow, didn’t I? This wasn’t going to go well, I worried.

“You ready honey?” he demanded, jerking his rod.

Julie grunted enthusiastically, rubbing his big balls with one hand and grabbing his ass with the other as she sucked madly on the head of his pole. Saliva was dripping down her chin and Floyd was sweating for real now. “Oh, baby!” he groaned, looking down at my wife on her knees, sucking him like a hungry whore. “That’s it, girl! Keep sucking! I’m almost there!”

Floyd looked over at me, then down at Julie. “Open wide, baby! Open up!” he commanded. “I’m . . . . almost . . . there . . . ”

Julie closed her eyes, tilted her head back and opened wide, eager for everything Floyd had to give her.

“Really?” I thought to myself. She never let me come in her mouth but now seemed desperate to taste Floyd’s load. I could see the bulbous head of his cock in her wide-open mouth, her tongue fluttering wildly. Floyd pumped the base one last time and gave a mighty grunt, then blasted a huge load of semen into my wife’s gaping mouth. Julie squealed in delight as the first shot blasted out, splashing over her upper lip and making a pearly mustache. She quickly clamped her lips around the head before it erupted again, filling her mouth and making her eyes go wide. I could tell she was working her tongue on him, coaxing more and more come from his balls. Floyd grunted loudly as he shot spurt after spurt of hot semen into my wife’s hungry mouth. Julie was whimpering and squealing, devouring every drop of hot spunk he spewed out as he emptied his balls into her willing mouth. Finally, Floyd let out a huge exhalation and slumped back down onto the bed. Julie pulled back and parted her lips wide, displaying for him and me the huge quantity of gooey, white, frothy semen Floyd discharged into her.

“Beautiful, baby!” Floyd gasped, “now let’s see you swallow it all down.”

Julie closed her lips together and smiled up at him, and we both watched her throat muscles working as she took a giant swallow and then opened her mouth again, showing that Floyd’s semen was now deep in her belly.

“Ummm, that was wonderful,” she purred, gasping for breath. She scooped a sticky blob of come off her cheek and then licked her fingers clean.

“Yes it was,” Floyd gasped, rubbing her head lovingly, “I knew you’d like that big load, baby! That was a whole week’s worth of come you just gobbled down.” Then he turned to me and added, “Yeah, Freddy, your wife can suck me dry anytime — and I think she will from now on!

Julie purred in agreement, still adoringly kissing and licking his softening shaft, but Floyd had other ideas. He pulled her mouth off and told her to lie on the bed. “Time to fuck that sweet white pussy of yours, baby.”

Julie quickly scrambled onto the sheets and lay back. Floyd kneeled over her head and offered his half-hard cock to her which she quickly sucked back into her messy mouth.

“That’s it baby, get me nice and hard — suck it back to life!”

It didn’t take long. With Julie nursing his member lovingly it quickly returned to its full nine inches. Floyd took his hardness in his hands, climbed between her legs and positioned himself at the lips of her pussy. Julie down to the big missile about to impale her and gasped in amazement, straining to spread her legs even farther apart as Floyd pressed forward, beginning to work his cock inside her.

“Ohhh,” Julie gasped as Floyd pushed his hard penis into my wife’s quivering body.

When the fat head of his shaft penetrated her wet, gripping cunt lips they both turned and looked at me — Floyd like a conquering hero, Julie with a look of astonishment on her face at the dark, giant slab of meat snaking its way into her slit. It was like an out-of-body experience for me, watching my loving wife, the mother of my children, my best friend in the whole world — on her back on a hotel bed with her legs spread wide, a black Adonis looming above her, working his nine-inch cock into her previously faithful vagina. Was this real?

Well, one thing I realized was that Floyd had been wrong — there was one thing more sexy than watching my wife suck on his cock. Watching his huge black shaft disappear between her thighs was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Floyd took his time, working it in slowly as Julie spread her legs as wide as she possibly could. She was grunting with effort and groaning in pleasure all at once, her ass squirming against the bedsheets as she struggled to accept Floyd’s huge tool. Floyd would push in and then pull back, going a little deeper on each stroke and keeping up a steady stream of encouraging dirty talk.