Carried Away

It began with a joke.   Carrie and I had been married for ten years when we relocated from outside of Atlanta to the suburbs of Washington DC for her job. We had two young kids, and Carrie quickly made friends with a few moms from school, but it took me longer to warm up to people. Eventually, I met a few guys in the neighborhood who had also served in the military. They were both Army, and I'd spent 6 years in the Navy, so the three of us bonded over our shared experience in Afghanistan and Iraq. Several days each week, we'd play poker, drink beers, and watch sports together. Since my house came with a nice finished basement and a bar already set up when we moved in, our house became the designated party spot.

It was a Saturday night, and Carrie and I had been drinking since dinner time. My buddies Mac and Quinton, whom we called Q, stopped over to watch Georgia football. They were half in the bag when they arrived, and we were all in a great mood because the Bulldogs were winning.   Then Carrie came down with some weed, and that's when things got weird. Weed has always made my wife horny and she can be a bit of a flirt. She was playfully joking with Q, while at the same time, she was rubbing my leg. Somehow, the topic of oral sex came up, and Carrie confessed that she preferred giving and receiving oral to intercourse. She'd always loved getting her pussy licked and she told them that it's the only way she can climax. Additionally, she told them that she loves the power she feels when giving head. It allows my rather submissive wife to take control from the bottom, so to speak.

"I can't cum just from fucking. I need his tongue to finish me off," my wife said with a twinkle in her pretty green eyes. "And, unlike most girls, I like the taste of cock and cum."

Q, who was sitting on the couch with me and Carrie, asked her if she'd ever sucked black, and Carrie admitted that she hadn't. Both Q and Mac were black men in their mid-forties, ten years older than Carrie and me. They had known each other for years, having met in the Army when they were first deployed. Mac was average height and thick with a slight beer belly, big arms, and short curly hair. Q was just 5'7" tall and thin, with a bald head and ridiculous muscle definition. He wasn't big, but he was sinewy without an ounce of excess fat on his entire body.

Carrie and I had grown up in a racially diverse town outside of Atlanta, but we had started dating in high school. We had dated for six years before getting married when we were both just 23 years old, and I was the only man she'd ever had sex with. She was not a racist bone in her body, but she had long insisted that black men weren't her type.

"I would, I just never had the opportunity. Jeremy and I got together when we were just kids, and I have never sucked anyone's dick but his," she giggled as she gave my suddenly growing cock a gentle squeeze in full view of the guys. Then she leaned in and kissed me. I could tell by the softness of her lips that she was horny. We were half drunk and stoned. Our inhibitions were low, and we started making out like a pair of randy teenagers.   Her hands moved to my throbbing cock and she pulled me on top of her. I don't know why, but I began pulling at her clothes as if we were alone, and the next thing I knew, my sexy and curvaceous wife was in just her bra and panties with her fingers between her legs.

I slid off the sofa and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pink, lace panties.   I looked up at Carrie, and she nodded her agreement. We'd never broached the subject of exhibitionism nor had we ever discussed the idea of having a threesome or group sex of any kind. At one point back in Atlanta, I'd hoped to get her to fool around with one of her girlfriends who was openly bisexual, but she had no interest whatsoever in women, and I'd certainly never considered bringing another guy into the picture. But there we were. She was wearing only a teal colored bra with her big pale tits spilling out, and I was kneeling between her thick, creamy white thighs in front of two of my friends.

My nostrils flared as the aromatic scent of my wife's arousal wafted over me. It drew me closer, and I slowly licked her smooth, hairless labia, making her moan softly. She was already soaking wet, and I dug deep, lapping at her succulent juices.

"That's it, Baby," Carrie purred. She laced her fingers into my thick, dark hair and pulled me tight against her drooling pussy. The taste of her pussy had always been an aphrodisiac to me and I lost track of time and space as I licked hungrily at her hard clit.   Her chest heaved, and she slipped off her bra, exposing her natural D-cup breasts to me and my friends. Then I slid two fingers inside of her soaking wet cunt and began to rub her g spot while simultaneously sucking and licking her clit. It was so hot licking my wife's pussy with an audience, and in less than a minute, her legs began to tremble.

I looked up at her over the topography of her curvy alabaster body, and she smiled. Her eyes were half closed, and she had a euphoric expression on her pretty round face. It was then that I realized that her right hand was stroking Q's dick. The sight of her touching another man's dick was incredible, and I felt my dick twitching inside my pants. My eyes gravitated to his cock and felt a momentary pang of insecurity when I realized that it was significantly bigger than mine. But that passed quickly, and I began sucking, licking, and fingering her needy cunt until she came hard. Her juices soaked my face, and I continued to lick until she pushed me away from her hypersensitive nub. Then I pulled back and grinned like a Cheshire cat. Carrie saw my smile, returned it and without speaking she leaned over and took Q's cock into her eager mouth.

"I have now," she said in a soft, sultry voice, reminding Q that his was the first black dick to ever enter her mouth. The way she was twisted looked uncomfortable, so I extricated myself from between her legs, allowing her to be more comfortable as she sucked my friend's big black dick. Then I stood up and undressed. It was then that I saw Mac in the chair across from us. He was sitting with his dick in one hand and his phone in the other.

"Are you recording this?" I asked, and he nodded.

"For our eyes only," I said firmly, and again, he nodded. I moved behind my wife and started rubbing my dick up and down her puffy pink labia. Her juices were flowing like a river. I had never seen her so wet, and my average sized white dick sank effortlessly into her ravenous pussy.

Carrie had been a petite 110 pounds when we were first married, but she had added some weight with each pregnancy. Gone were her slender hips and flat stomach, but at 140 lbs, she was far from fat. The added weight was well placed, giving her a sexy hourglass figure, and her slight "mom bod" tummy, as well as her plump round ass were even sexier to me than when she was smaller.

I grabbed her soft hips and began to thrust. My pelvis slapped against her ass and my balls swung like a pendulum as I fucked my wife hard and fast. The squishy sound of my cock slamming into her was like a boot stuck in the mud.   She was so wet that I could barely feel the walls of her canal and I felt like I could last forever without the usual friction as we fucked. The sight of my wife with another man's dick in her mouth kept me rock hard throughout, and her body rocked fore and aft from the force of my frenzed thrusts, forcing his cock deeper.

I fucked Carrie from behind while she enthusiastically sucked on Q's big dick. His size was doubly impressive compared to his short, thin body, but regardless, he was at least 2, maybe 3 inches longer than I and proportionally thick. After several minutes of continuous fast and hard thrusting, my back began to tire. Beads of sweat rolled down my face and I was gasping for breath. So I slid my cock from her velvety embrace and stepped back to watch her slurp on Q's dick.

She grabbed it with both hands and pulled him deep. At the halfway mark, she paused and let her throat adjust. Then she let go of his shaft and grabbed both of his butt cheeks. Her fingers dug into his chocolate flesh, and she coaxed his hips forward as she swallowed the length of his prodigious manhood. Her nose pressed against his hairy pelvis, and a low moan rose from her chest. She held him there for several long seconds and tears welled in the corners of her bloodshot eyes. Then she released her hold on his ass and let him slide from her quivering lips.

Carrie looked up at Q with a proud smile, and he nodded.   "Damn good," he said in his deep baritone. A thick strand of saliva bridge the space from her bottom lip to the circumcised top of his cock and Carrie laughed.

"Thanks, that's a big one," she replied. Her praise sent a shiver down my spine and my my cock twitched. Unbeknownst to my wife, I'd always had a bit of a humiliation kink, and hearing her talk about his size triggered something inside of me.

"Yes, it is," Q said proudly. "Do you want us to switch places?" He asked as he gestured to me. I could tell he was eager to fuck her and the thought simultaneously excited and terrified me. Her giving him head was hot but I wasn't sure I was ready to see her fuck another man.

"I'm not done sucking it," my wife giggled. "You taste delicious." She reached out and guided him back to her mouth.

Mac and I watched her slurp on Q's cock while he continued to record them. He was still stroking his dick and that seemed weird, but I followed suit, none the less. The video was already 13 minutes long, so he stopped and restarted a new video to make it manageable. Then he handed me the phone and pulled off the rest of his clothes. He pulled out his wallet and dug out a condom and smiled at me.

"I'm going in," he said with a light-hearted laugh. "I'll show you how the brothers do it." Then he rolled the condom onto his black dick and moved behind my pretty wife. I considered protesting, but before I could, he playfully slapped her ass and aimed his dick at her frothy hole.

Mac looked at Q and nodded. "Just like old times," he boomed, and Q nodded back.

"Hell yeah bro, like Germany in 2012," Q replied as Mac entered my wife's tight pussy. His cock was about the same length as mine, maybe slightly longer, but it was at least as thick as Q's, and Carrie gasped when he entered her. She'd never done that with me, and that intensified my humiliation kink.

Q commented on my wife being the creamy white center of an Oreo and she moaned wantonly around his long, thick cock.   Unlike me, Mac fucked her slowly. His hips moved in long, languid strokes. He fed the length of his dick into her and then slowly pulled back until the tip was just touching her lips, and she began to whimper with each stroke. He was a muscular man, and he crossed his powerful arms in front of his belly. Then he grabbed her hips with his left hand on her right hip and his right hand on her left hip. He moved with surprising grace, as if he were dancing to unheard music, and she rocked slowly between them.

I pointed the camera at the union of Mac's dick and Carrie's frothy cunt. Then I zoomed in. Her pink labia were shiny and wet, and his condom covered dick was glazed from her juices like a honey dipped doughnut.

"Just like that," Carrie gasped during a quick moment when Q's cock was outside of her mouth. "Don't stop. Please. I'm so close." Then she wrapped her lips around the bulbous cock head in front of her and sucked hard. Her cheeks bowed inward, her right hand gripped the base of Q's manhood, and her body began to quiver and quake. Then she arched her back, and she squealed like a stuck pig. We'd been together for 17 years, married for 11, and in that time, I had never made her climax during intercourse. We'd always assumed that she wasn't wired that way, but in less than 5 minutes, Mac had gotten her there.

He kept his pace steady until her climax ebbed. Then he pulled out and motioned to Q that it was his turn.   "You're up, big man," Mac said, and they smiled at each other knowingly, like they had done this routine more than once before.

"You got a magnum? Because otherwise I'm going in raw." Q asked and Mac laughed.

"I'm not on birth control," my wife protested weakly, and Q paused.

"I don't have to if you don't want me to," he said with a warm, sexy grin.

"No, I want you to, just make sure you pull out," she panted, and then he moved around her body. He positioned himself behind her juicy round ass aimed at her pussy.

"Good, because as good as your mouth is, I can tell this is some great pussy."

Q pushed his cock into her wet cunt and I zoomed in with the camera. Her lips stretched taut, and she groaned deep and low. It was surreal watching him enter her. His dick was so big and so black. The contrast was incredible. He stopped at the halfway point, just as she had done with her mouth. Then he backed out, and I noticed a ridge of my wife's white cream where he had stopped. I'd seen that happen in porn but never imagined seeing it from my wife. The amount of natural lube was ridiculous.

On his next stroke he sank all the way in, forcing the air from her canal and her pussy farted loudly.   He placed his left hand on the small of her back, just below the small tramp stamp tattoo she'd gotten during her freshman year in college. It was a four-leaf clover to signify her Irish heritage, and it was visible between his thumb and forefinger. Then she grabbed her long auburn hair for leverage and began to thrust. My stokes had been fast and frenetic. Mac's had been long and languid. Q's were firm, hard, and deep. Each of us had different techniques but in moments it was clear which she preferred.

Carrie lowered her face to the sofa cushion and arched her back like a pro. I'd never seen her do that before, and I wondered for a second where she'd learned it. Each thrust made her grunt, and each time he backed out, she moaned loudly. She was much more vocal than usual, and she squealed when he slapped her plump pale ass with his left hand, leaving a bright pink handprint on her flesh.

"God, that's deep," Carrie gasped as her body rocked back to meet him.

"Too deep?" Q asked, and she shook her head.

"No, it's perfect."

Mac sat down beside her and guided her small hand to his black cock.   She grabbed it tight and then adjusted her torso so she could suck it.   She pulled off the condom and then slid her lips easily to the base. Her head bobbed slowly, and I watched and filmed for several minutes as I teased and toyed with my rock hard cock. I knew that if I jerked it, even a little, I'd explode, so I was careful not to do that.

At the 15-minute mark, I stopped and restarted the camera. Then I moved to the side for a profile view of my wife being spit-roasted between my two black friends.   Carrie began to pant and shake. I could tell she was about to cum again and she let Mac's dick fall from her lips. She cried out and cursed like a sailor as she came on Q's cock. When she stopped cumming he laid down on the floor and told her to climb on board.

She eagerly straddled his trim waist and then lowered her dripping sex onto his big, wet cock. She impaled herself, taking him to the root. Then she rocked forward and back, letting his length fill her deep. She looked into his amber eyes and then lowered her lips to his. Watching them kiss was a gut punch. It was more passionate and intimate than fucking or sucking and as such, it was harder to watch, but at the same time it triggered my humiliation kink. I felt my cock twitch and then, without even touching myself, I came.   My balls tensed and my cock erupted, spewing sperm onto my hardwood floors.

Mac laughed at my plight, and Q grabbed Carrie's hips.   He thrust upward, his cock pounding her cervix and she came again and again. She mashed her lips against his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. When she finally came up for air, my dick was still rock hard and the tip was covered in cum.

"Cum for me," Carrie purred and Q smiled.

"Make me cum, Baby Girl," he said firmly. The control and dominance in his voice was thick and her facial expression changed. They both smiled, and Carrie pulled her feet under her. She propped herself up on his chest and looked down at him with a sultry gaze.

"Cum for me, Daddy," she begged as she tensed the inside of her pussy. I knew that feeling well. It was her favorite trick. Then she began to bounce fast and hard. "Cum for me Daddy," she repeated as she held his gaze.

Q's breathing began to labor, and his face tightened as he struggled to hold back. "I'm getting close, Baby Girl," he warned, and she redoubled her efforts.

"Cum for me, Daddy," she panted loudly. I could tell he was at the brink, and I expected her to hop off and finish him with her mouth, but she shocked us all. She sat down hard, burying him deep, and then she looked deep into his eyes. "Breed me, Daddy."

Q's eyes widened, and he grunted loudly like a wild animal. My mind was reeling but I somehow focused the camera on their union. His balls tightened, and he continued to grunt and groan as he pumped his potent seed into her fertile 34-year-old womb.

"Thank you, Daddy." My wife purred. Then she cupped his face and kissed him, deep and wet. Their tongues entwined and she sat on his pelvis, using his spent cock like a cork so his sperm stayed inside her.   Carrie came up for air after a few moments, and then she looked at Mac.

"You want sloppy seconds?" She giggled, but Mac deferred.

"I'm out of condoms," Mac shrugged and Carrie giggled.

"That doesn't matter much now," she replied with a naughty grin. "You'd just be adding to the mess."

Mac held firm because unlike Q he was married. So, she finished him with her talented mouth while she continued to straddle Q's waist. When he came, she swallowed his seed, and then she climbed off of Q and lay on the couch with her legs spread wide. She didn't have to ask me. Somehow, she knew my answer, and I lay on top of my wife, between her splayed thighs.

I could smell their combined juices wafting up from her well-used sex. Then I sank my dick into her stretched, soiled hole and using Q's cum as lube I fucked my wife like a man possessed. I started slowly, but neither of us could feel much at all. She was loose and filled with hot cum. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer. I could smell Mac's cum on her breath and I tried to pull away but she wouldn't relent, and eventually I acquiesced to her wishes. My lips met hers, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I had kissed her after blow jobs before, but that was my cum and my mind was reeling. Suddenly, without warning, I erupted inside of her, emptying my balls into her saturated womb. I added my seed to his, but I knew if she ended up pregnant, it couldn't be mine because I'd gotten a vasectomy years earlier.

My stomach was churning in the aftermath of our four-way tryst. I had regrets. We'd crossed a line. There was no putting the gene back in the bottle, and we all knew it. As two loads of cum drained from her pussy she crawled from me, back into Q's arms and snuggled tight.

"No one has ever made me cum like that, Daddy," she sighed. Her leg was draped across his body, and her hand toyed with his chiseled chest.

"Do you still prefer oral?" Q asked with a knowing smile.

"I loved sucking your cock Daddy," she purred, "but nothing could beat you fucking my pussy."

"Black dick hits differently doesn't it Baby Girl?" He asked knowingly and she nodded.

"It does Daddy, yes it does." She kissed him tenderly and they lay together for a long time, while I fetched some towels to clean us all of our bodily fluids.

Epilogue

Carrie picked up Plan B the next morning because we had no desire to explain a mixed-race baby to our family and friends. She also made an appointment with her OBGYN and went back on birth control pills, knowing that it wouldn't be the last time Q came inside her, and it wasn't. We continued to have threesomes with Q, but it was a one-time deal for Mac because he was married and didn't want his wife to find out.

Truth be told, our threesomes were more like a twosome with me as a spectator, and oddly, that was just fine with me. I enjoyed watching him fuck my wife and she continued to prefer oral with me but she always fucked him.

Three years later, Carrie went off birth control "before it was too late,", and ten months later, she gave birth to a beautiful mixed-race baby girl whom they named Evelyn after Q's mother. Our friends and family think she had IVF, but Mac, Q and I know the truth.

Q is involved in their daughter's life. They share custody, and he still fucks my wife several times a week. That's usually on pick-up and drop-off days, but often on weekends too. Sometimes, I am there to watch, and sometimes it's just the two of them. I have accepted that I am now a cuckold, and I like it. I have resisted Carrie's attempts to lock my cock in a metal chastity cage but my reluctance is fading and she may soon win that battle. Should I let her?