I’m Chris, forty, curves in all the right places. Heads turn when I walk by. I love it. This summer afternoon, behind our small house, on the lawn shielded by privet hedges, I strip naked. Oil glistens on my skin. Sun kisses my tits, thighs, belly. Half-asleep, heart quickens. I spot the neighbor peeking through a thin spot. His eyes devour me. Heat floods my core. Nipples harden. Fingers drift to my short bush. I imagine him naked, cock rigid, thrusting through the hedge. My pussy aches, wet, pulsing.
Doorbell rings. Heart races. Husband’s away. Neighbor? Pulse thunders. Still buzzing from my solo tease, I grab my summer dress. Button three or four hastily. No panties, no bra. Cross the living room. Open the door. Not neighbor. Two old work buddies of my husband. First one: tall, broad-shouldered black man, deep blue-black skin, muscles rippling under white tee. He kisses my cheek. Second: lean, tawny skin. I smile, cheeks flush.
The Fever
“Just passing by, saying hi. Hubby’s not here?” Black guy grins. “No problem. Drink? Heat’s killer. He’ll be back soon for a meeting.” I know them well. Fun, lively. Days drag without my love. They settle in facing armchairs. Coffee or cold drinks? Coffee wins. Kitchen-bound, I hear their laughs.
“Music?” I call. Back with tray. They smoke, joking. Pour for black guy first. Lean forward. His eyes lock on my cleavage. Fuck. Dress gapes open. Tits fully exposed. Shiver rips through me. Same fire as on the lawn. They don’t know our swinging life. Too late to fix. Nipples stiffen. Pour the second. He stares harder. Erotic as hell. Hubby calls it ‘pushing for rape.’ Consensual rape. I’m ready.
Sit between them. Buttons barely hold my naked body. Legs cross, uncross. Dress hikes up thighs. Pretend not to notice. Camber back, tits thrust. They exchange glances. Pussy drips. Heart pounds. Black guy’s eyes strip me. Rise for cigarettes. He offers lighter. Bend over. Flame flickers out. More time to ogle. Suck in, tits sway. He whistles low. “Curiosity’s a vice.”
“Nah, admiration. Is that dress your only thing?” Laughing, I fire back. “Shame on you, talking to a friend’s wife like that. Faithful.” Heat builds. Crazy arousal. “Tanned nude when you came. Just threw this on. Wanna check?” His smile blazes. “Show me, doubting Thomas.”
Step forward. Hands on hips. Legs part. Back arched. His dark hands grip calves. Slide up knees, thighs. Under hem. Hips bare. Ass cheeks kneaded. Belly caressed, near bush. Shudder. “Curious much?” Tongue licks lips. “Cannibal roots. Crave white woman.” Finger hits clit. Gasp. Part legs wider. He pulls me in. Unbuttons dress. Falls away. Naked bronze body theirs.
The Blaze
Face at pussy level. Hands grip ass. Tongue dives into soaked slit. Cry out. Foot on chair. Grind against mouth. Sucks swollen clit. Kneads heavy tits, pinches nipples. Waves build. Orgasm crashes. Scream, clutching shoulders. He holds me as I slump.
His chest against tits. Hands soothe back. Vanilla scent. Huge bulge presses belly. Fire reignites. “Cannibals that hungry? My turn. Black cock myth true?” Kneel between legs. He unleashes monster: long, thick, black, throbbing. Hand wraps shaft. Pull skin. Massive purple head gleams. “Insane size.” Lean in. Suck head, inch of shaft. Cheeks bulge. Tits swing. Bran him. He gropes tits.
“Don’t forget your other fan.” Turn. Second cock strains. Equally huge. Crawl over. Swallow his shiny head. He moans. Hands roam: shoulders, tits, back, ass crack. Finger probes. Black behind me. Tongue licks ass, pussy, clit. Hump back. His beast rubs lips, then plunges. Stretches me wide. Inch by inch. Fills completely. Pubes grind. Heart explodes. Cock swells inside. Pulses. Orgasms rip. He erupts. Hot jets flood deep. Roar.
Pulls out. Hands still on hips. Second slides in pussy, then ass. Pain melts to ecstasy. Pounds deep. Black cock hard again, forces mouth. DP’d raw. Tits mauled. Cum blasts both ends. Scream in bliss. Neighbors must’ve heard.
Later, dressed, composed. Dark circles under eyes. Hubby home. Kisses me. Arm around, hand slips to tit. “Fun afternoon? They didn’t get fresh?” Laughs. “Those raccoon eyes say hot fun. They love sharing with hubby’s okay.” Blush. “Bastards. Loved it.”
“Punishment: dinner, then dessert.” Grins all around. “Perfect. Hope you savor.” Skin still burns. Unforgettable blaze.