Chapter 4

Needless to say I spent the next couple of days walking a little funny. My sore legs and aching pussy saw to that. Fortunately, my pussy returned to its normal tightness after a day or two. As much as I liked taking those big cocks, I didn’t want to have a permanently gaping pussy. Jeff and I didn’t really talk about what we had done all that much. We mostly shared knowing smiles anytime Jeff saw me wince a little from my soreness. It sucked to be sore, but the memories were well worth it.

About a week or so later after a very nice love making session, Jeff brought up the subject of me really having sex with black men while he watches.

“So, is having sex with black guys something you want to do for real?” He asked.

“I don’t know. I mean, I really like the fantasy of it. And I love fucking my toys. I’m just not sure about doing the real thing.” I said.

“Why not?” Jeff asked.

“Well, what if you get mad at me or get jealous because of it and then we end up getting a divorce. That’s the last thing I would ever want. It just isn’t worth it. You’re not just my husband. You’re my best friend. You’re my favorite person in the whole world. If I’m given a choice between spending time with you or being with anyone else, I’ll pick you ten times out of ten.” I said.

Jeff smiled at me and I could see the love in his eyes.

“I feel the same way about you.” Jeff said.

“And then there’s the other risks, diseases and pregnancy. And what if I want to stop and the guy won’t stop? What if they get violent with you or me? That stuff scares me.” I said.

“I get that. We can screen the guys and make them give us clean up to date STD tests before we do anything. And you can get on birth control.” Jeff said.

“Ok. But none of that is one hundred percent.” I said.

“Nothing in life is one hundred percent baby.” Jeff said.

“True.” I agreed.

Jeff smiled at me again.

“As far as the other stuff goes, we can take precautions. I can pick up some pepper spray, and we already have a gun if things get really bad. I’m pretty sure we could handle anything that comes up.” Jeff said.

“Alright. But what about you? What if you think I’m enjoying it too much with them and get jealous? What if you get mad at me and this ruins our marriage? I don’t want that.” I said.

“I’m not going anywhere Lily.” Jeff said.

“But...” I started to protest when Jeff interrupted me.

“Let me ask you this. If at any point I tell you I want you to stop, that I don’t want us to do this anymore. Would you stop?” Jeff asked.

“In a heartbeat.” I said without hesitation.

“Good. Would you ever go behind my back and get with someone?” Jeff asked.

“No. Never.” I said vehemently.

“Will you ever stop loving me, cut me off from sex with you or humiliate me beyond anything we agree to?” Jeff asked.

“No. Of course not.” I said.

“Would you ever fuck anyone else in our bed?” Jeff asked.

“Hell no. Never.” I said.

“Then there’s nothing to worry about.” Jeff said.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“I’m sure.” Jeff said.

“Really sure? I mean, really, really sure?” I asked.

“Yes baby. I’m really, really, really, absolutely sure.” Jeff said as he punctuated each really with a kiss on my forehead, and the absolutely with a tender kiss on the lips.

I smiled at him and said, “Then let’s do this.”

“Are you sure?” Jeff asked.

“I’m sure.” I said.

“Alright. I’ll start putting out feelers for guys, but we still have a lot to talk about. Rules to agree to and stuff.” Jeff said.

“Alright.” I said.

Jeff started looking on various dating sites and cuckold sites for possible candidates. While he was doing that, we discussed what our rules would be. Which ones were firm rules and which ones were more like guidelines. We talked about other things as well.

“You know, you should really dress a little sexier, especially when we go out together. Like you did the other night when we went to the play. You look great in general, but you looked incredible that night.” Jeff said.

“Alright, I can do that.” I said.

“There’s one other thing I wanted to suggest.” Jeff said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I think we should try doing anal. From what I’ve seen online, a lot of black guys like to fuck a white girl’s ass.” Jeff said.

“I don’t know about that baby.” I said.

“We can start with fingers and small toys, then move to my cock, and after that we can move to your toys.” Jeff suggested.

“Let me think about it.” I said.

“Alright. No problem.” Jeff agreed as he came up behind me and slid his hands down the back of my comfy sweatpants and squeezed my bare ass.

I couldn’t help smiling. Jeff has always been a good husband, but ever since we started fantasizing about me having sex with black guys our love life has improved immensely. It seems like we’re both always horny now.

“I was thinking, maybe I could use your toys on you tonight instead of watching you use them on yourself.” Jeff said.

“That could be fun. I’m down to give it a try.” I said.

“Cool.” He said, sounding as excited as a kid in a candy store.

“One condition though.” I said.

“Ok. What?” Jeff asked.

“If you fuck me with my toys, you can’t fuck me with your dick. You can finger me or give me oral, but no dick.” I said.

“Can I still jackoff?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah. That’s alright.” I said.

“Deal.” He agreed.

“Alright, good.” I said, and smiled wickedly at him.

Jeff smiled back at me.

“I have a few things to do online before we go to bed though.” I said.

“Alright. I wanted to take a shower anyway.” Jeff said.

“Perfect.” I said.

I went into our living room and relaxed on the couch while I went online and searched for the things I wanted. About an hour and a few hundred dollars later I finished what I was doing and went into our bedroom. I smiled again when I saw Jeff naked on the bed waiting me with my new toys all laid out and ready to please me.

“I see somebody’s ready to play.” I said.

“Hell yes.” Jeff said excitedly.

I smiled at him. His dick hard and standing, well not tall, but straight up at least. Jeff was a decent lover, but his dick would never be truly satisfying for me. My toys felt so good as they penetrated me and stretched me in ways Jeff never could. I could only imagine how good the real thing would actually feel. A shiver ran through my body at the thought of it, and I got a sudden gush of wetness in my pussy.

As I got on the bed and laid down, Jeff excitedly got to his knees, grabbed Brute and moved between my legs.

“Hold up. Slow down lover boy.” I said sternly.

“What’s wrong?” Jeff asked.

“You gotta lick it before you stick it.” I said much less sternly.

“Oh. Ok.” Jeff said.

He dropped Brute back on the bed, crawled closer to my pussy and started licking.

“Oh yes, that’s it. That’s a good boy. Get me nice and wet.” I said as Jeff licked me from bottom to top several times.

Then he pushed his tongue inside me and licked and tongue fucked me for awhile before finally moving to my clit. Jeff lashed my clit with his tongue and then he sucked on it while he flicked it with his tongue. He was gentle at first, and then he sucked harder and harder.

“Oh baby. I can just imagine you cleaning my pussy like this after my black lovers fill it with their cum. Can’t you?” I moaned.

“Mmmhmmm.” He replied without taking his mouth from my pussy.

“Fuck yes.” I cried out as I came.

I grabbed the back of Jeff’s head and pulled his face tight to my pussy as I started hunching against it. I came again and while I kept a tight hold on his head with one hand, I grabbed a fist full of his hair with the other as I roughly fucked his face with my pussy until I came a third time. Then I released my hold on his head and fell back on the bed, panting hard.

Jeff was on all fours grinning at me like an idiot. I don’t mean that in a mean way. I guess I should say, he had a goofy grin on his face, but that doesn’t quite get it. I couldn’t help smiling at him and his eagerness.