The Fantasy Pt. 02

My wife was gorgeous. She worked hard to keep her body trim and in shape, and at almost 40 looked better than a woman 10 years younger than her. Every time we went out, I could see men staring at her firm ass filling out her jeans or leggings. And now she wasn't just out getting looks, she was out looking for a man to bring home. And I wouldn't get to have her again until she found one. I didn't know who she would bring home, or what he would look like, but I was waiting in nervous anticipation for the day she found someone.

It had been over two weeks since I had cum in her mouth, sealing our deal for the both of us, and she had been torturing me for two weeks, promising to tell me who would be coming over for her to fuck soon. And today was the day, I was ready to hear about who it would be and when he would be coming over.

Jessie called me into the bedroom, and I dutifully went upstairs and into our room. She was laying on the bed in my favorite outfit, black lace bra and panties, and thigh high stockings connected to a matching garter belt. She looked amazing and relaxed laying on the bed. She looked at me as I entered the bedroom. "He's coming over tonight. That's all the detail you get. You can sit in the chair and watch, unless we tell you we need you for something else. I hope you enjoy your show. Remember, you wanted this."

Her words hung in the air. The hours before he arrived flew by and crawled at the same time. I had so many unanswered questions that Jessie wouldn't answer. She just kept telling me to wait for that night, and everything would be revealed to me then. I was sitting on the couch, nervously nursing a drink, and Jessie walked into the room. Her black lingerie was hidden behind a silken black robe. She carried two drinks, stiff ones by the look of them, and she put them on the table before turning to look at me.

"He is 5 minutes away. Once he gets here, you are just to watch. You are only allowed to participate if you are told to, and then you are only allowed to do exactly what you are told. You may take your clothes off once he and I are naked. You can touch yourself, but you are not allowed to cum. I need to you tell me you understand that rules and you will follow them," Jessie said to me in a stern voice.

I gulped and looked at her. I slowly nodded and said, "Yes, I'll follow your rules," in a voice barely above a whisper. Jessie smiled and came over and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Don't worry hubby. This is what you want. I know you're nervous, I am too. But we are just having some fun. So let's try to enjoy ourselves," she said to me. I nodded and sat on the easy chair facing the couch where the two drinks, glasses covered in moisture, sat waiting to be drunk. I knew this was where they would be sitting.

A knock at the door. He was here! Jessie rose and walked to open the door, turning and winking at me before turning the handle and smiling. "Come on in," she said, "Welcome." She stepped towards the couch to allow him in, this mystery man. He stepped into the dim light, and I laid eyes on the man who was going to have his way with my wife that night. He was tall, maybe 6'4", and muscular. His dark black skin was a stark contrast to my white wife, especially as he leaned down to kiss her hello. After a passionate kiss, he turned from her and walked over to me.

"Hi, I'm Jamal," he said as he stuck his hand out to shake. I shook his hand, but before I had a chance to reply my wife spoke up.

"Don't worry about him Jamal. He's just here to watch and do what he is told to do, if anything tonight. I want the focus to be us," Jessie said in a husky voice. Jamal turned back to her, and pulled her in for another kiss, his hands reaching down and firmly grabbing my wife's thick ass through the silk of her robe. I was immediately hard as I watched him roughly groping Jessie's ass while they kissed. They broke apart again, and Jessie took Jamal by the hand, and led him to the couch. "I poured you a drink, thought you might want something," she said, almost shyly.

"Thanks, that's perfect," Jamal said as he sat down, pulling my wife into his lap. They kissed deeply and his roamed across her body, obscured by the black silk of her robe. I felt my cock straining in my pants as I watched them kiss, resisting the urge to move to touch myself. Jamal moved from Jessie's mouth to kissing her neck. She leaned her head back and turned to look at me while he kissed her neck, a small moan escaping her while she looked at me. I couldn't see but could imagine his strong hands running across her chest, the thin black lace all that separated his hands from her perky sensitive breasts.

A wave of jealousy sparked through me as i watched him ease the robe over Jessie's shoulders, she shrugged it down and let him pull it off of her, it was dropped on the floor in a forgotten heap. Her hands went immediately to his buttons, and she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest and six pack as she pulled his shirt off to add it to the pile. "Fuck you're hot," Jessie growled as she looked at Jamal's body. I watched her hand reach down between her legs, feeling for him. "This feels huge," Jessie said with a grin, turning to look at me.

"Why don't you see for yourself," Jamal said and gave Jessie a gentle push off of his lap. Jessie knelt down and unbuckled his belt, sliding it through the loops. After his belt, she unbuttoned his pants and slowly, painfully slowly, pulled down the zipper. Jamal lifted his hips as Jessie pulled his pants down, leaving his obvious bulge contained only by his underwear.

Jessie turned and looked at me, licking her lips while saying, "Just remember, you wanted this." With that she turned and grabbed Jamal's underwear and slid it down. His massive thick member flopped out into her face. He had to be 8" long and as thick around as a Coke can, dwarfing my own cock. She reached out a tentative hand, and his cock twitched at their first contact. My own cock was straining against my pants, begging to be set free. I watched as her small pale hand wrapped around his thick shaft and began to stroke him.

"Suck it," he commanded. Jessie leaned forward and slid her tongue slowly up his shaft, circling his head before taking it into her mouth. "That's a good slut," Jamal said as he leaned back on my couch with my wife sucking his cock. She took her time, slowly jerking Jamal's shaft while taking as much of him as she could in her mouth. He was looking at me the entire time that she was sucking him. "Your wife is a great little cock sucker," he said with a grunt. "And she looks hot as fuck in the lingerie. I can't believe you two are doing this."

"I can't either," I squeaked in reply as Jessie continued to worship Jamal's big dick. His cock was glistening with saliva as Jessie continued her work.

"Your little wifey here is going to make me cum in her slutty little mouth if she keeps this up," Jamal said. I could see his hips slowly pushing into her mouth, driving his cock deeper into her throat with every slow thrust. "I'm not quite ready for that yet," Jamal said as he pulled Jessie back up to the couch. She looked at me, her lipstick smeared and with saliva covering her chin from working his thick cock.

"You're so fucking big," Jessie said breathlessly, reaching back for his cock. She wanted him, needed his size. Jamal grinned as he reached for her, pulling her onto his lap again to straddle him. This time, I could see his thick cock straining as Jessie ground her crotch against him while they kissed. Jamal's hands reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, finally freeing her tits for his mouth. I watched her pale pink nipples disappear into his mouth as he sucked. Her tits, while not huge, were incredibly sensitive. Her nipples were standing at attention from Jamal's mouth, and it made her grind that much harder against him as he teased her.

"I need you," Jessie moaned.

"Say it louder slut, tell your husband what you need," Jamal ordered.

"Phil, I need his cock, I need him in me now," Jessie loudly moaned as Jamal continued to tease her nipples while she slid up and down his shaft.

"Come over here," Jamal ordered. I obeyed and got up and walked over. "This slut wants my cock in her married pussy. Why don't you take off your wife's panties and slide me into her wet little pussy," Jamal commanded.

"Yes sir," I meekly responded. Jessie stood so I could slide her panties down, and I could see her pussy glistening with anticipation for Jamal. She slid her pussy up and down his shaft again, leaving him glistening. She was desperate to have him inside her. I hesitated for a moment, knowing this was a bridge we could never uncross.

"Please Phil, I need this," Jessie begged. I reached down and grasped Jamal's thick member. It was heavier than I expected. I pointed it up and at the same time I spread Jessie's lips, feeling her wetness and anticipation. I rubbed his head up and down her slit, lubricating it, before slowly pushing Jamal's cock into my wife. "Fuck," she cried out, "Fuck he is so big!" I watched as she slowly, agonizingly lowered herself on Jamal. His cock slowly disappeared halfway before she slowly began to lift herself off of him, sliding up until just his head was inside her.

"Take it slow," Jamal ordered, "It will feel better for you." Jessie closed her eyes and bit her lip and she slowly forced herself down his shaft again, taking him deeper this second thrust than she had on the first. "That's it. Nice and slow and you'll be able to take the whole thing." He was right, Jessie kept moving, slowly sliding more and more of Jamal's impressive length inside her with every thrust.

She finally took his entire length, stopping as he bottomed out inside her. She turned to look at me. "Phil, this feels amazing. Holy shit, I feel so full." She shuddered as she slowly adjusted to his length and girth. She leaned over and kissed me deeply before straightening up and putting her hands on Jamal's chest. I watched with jealous lust as her pussy, tightly gripping him, began to slide slowly up and down Jamal's length. Jessie slowly sped up as she rode, faster and faster, taking him as deep as she could.

"Fuck yea, ride that cock slut," Jamal grunted as Jessie bounced on his pole. His hands on her hips Jamal helped her slide up and down the massive cock that was stretching her pussy to its limit. She leaned down, kissing him deeply while she rode. After a few seconds of kissing she popped back up, eyes closed, a flush beginning to form on her chest. I knew she was close to cumming.

"Fuck baby, his cock is going to make me cum so hard," Jessie yelled as she rode Jamal. I watched as she began to moan, her legs shaking, as her orgasm started. "Fuck me," she yelled as she came, grinding her pussy hard against Jamal's thick cock.

"That's it slut, cum on that cock," Jamal grunted as he continued to thrust deeply into her. Her orgasm lasted a leg shaking 30 seconds before Jamal slowly slid out of her, letting her sit on the couch to collect herself for a moment. "You like that cock, huh slut," Jamal asked Jessie. She nodded meekly, still coming down from her orgasm. "Well now it's my turn to get off," he said to her. Get on your hands and knees."

Jessie complied, bending to present herself to Jamal. I moved over to see as Jamal's thick head pressed at Jessie's entrance, until the pressure was great enough that his cock slid into her wet pussy. She was gripping his cock tightly as he slowly stroked in and out of her. "I'm going to cum in your married slut pussy now, and your husband is going to watch me," Jamal grunted as he sped up the pace of his thrusts.

"Cum in me, I need it," moaned Jessie. Her eyes were closed as she grimaced with pleasure from the pounding she was receiving from Jamal. He smacked Jessie's ass, eliciting a yelp, while leaving a glowing red handprint on her perfect pale ass. She looked so sexy, bent over and taking Jamal's thrusts. Her pert breasts bounced with the rhythm of Jamal's thrusts. I had never seen my wife look sexier than she did at that moment.

Jamal turned his head and looked at me as he spoke. "Shit Phil, I'm about to fill her with cum. Are you ready for this?" I honestly didn't know. I had never thought my fantasies would ever come this far. But here was my wife, bent over on all fours on our couch, being taken from behind by a hung black stud. I gulped and nodded. "Come over and get underneath your wife, get up real close so you can see this," Jamal commanded. I nodded and walked over to couch, laying down underneath Jessie as she continued to moan while Jamal thrust into her again and again.

"Fuck Phil, I want to feel him cum in me baby," Jessie said through clenched teeth.

"I know Jessie, soon honey," I replied as slid into place directly beneath her pussy. I was inches away from Jamal and Jessie's union, and from here it was clear how deep inside my wife Jamal truly was in this position, and how much she was stretching to take him inside her. It was so erotic, seeing his glistening cock covered in her juices slide in and out of my wife.

"Tell me again what you need, slut, I want to hear you say it again," Jamal commanded.

"I need your cum, please cum in me," Jessie begged. With a grunt and a hard thrust I watched Jamal bury his cock as deep inside my wife as he could. His balls tightened and with a grunt I could see his cock pulsing as he shot rope after rope of cum deep into my wife's married pussy.

"Fuck yes, fill me," Jessie cried as another orgasm hit her. Jamal's strong hands on her waist held her up from collapsing on me as he spurted his cum into her. He held his cock deep inside her while she came down from her orgasm, then slowly pulled out, leaving her gaping pussy inches from my face. She whimpered as retreated from, missing his cock already. I watched as a huge gob of sperm slowly began to slide from her used and red pussy. I didn't know what else to do, so I opened my mouth and began to lick.

"Clean that mess up," Jamal said to me as I licked. This was the last part of my fantasy. My wife had done it. In one night we had tried everything. For the first time.