Original Sin: On Demand 6.0

Author's Note: I often get comments from readers through my direct e-mail listed in my Literotica Profile. Of late, more are coming from readers making special requests, asking that I write original stories entirely around their fantasies, most involving interracial sex. The first reader-inspired story was Original Sin: On Demand 1.0 and 2.0, which included Black gang-bang, Black impregnation, lesbian sex, and mother-son incest, both are already published.

What I am offering today, is another in a series inspired by the fantasies of a reader I hope you know well, an older white married gentleman, who I call Malcolm. Malcolm loves his wife, but their's has been a sexless marriage for many years. Quietly alone, Malcolm enjoys porn online, but he still hungers for a human connection. Online porn had allowed him to explore, and though straight for a lifetime, he is thinks of himself as bisexual but had yet to actually be with a man. In this series he is well past that point now, literally rocking the boat with a young Black man named River.

Your note not only inspired me Malcolm, it has turned into an ongoing series, my favorite yet. Original Sin: On Demand 3.0, 4.0, and 5.0 have all been published, and here is 6.0. Again, this is all for you Malcolm!

Original Sin: On Remand 6.0

Margaret sets the stage for the Big Dinner

"Step out son!" Malcolm directed the twenty-eight year old River. "I'm going to towel you down, and gift you a special new bathrobe, always leave it open, I never want to lose sight of my son's Black beast poking out of the front, what a prize! Let's go in the living room, I have a video ready, a ride together into the famous 'Bisexual Pagan Forrest.' Loved jacking your cock, another first and a great surprise. It was beautiful, now I'm about to burst."

The two had quite a night, River finally servicing Malcolm for the longest time, only hearing the pounding music coming from the pagan forrest that Malcolm was watching, while narrating and bathing River in faggot cock sucking dirty talk. Malcolm held River's head with both hands, a skull fuck at the end, and he came in torrents but wouldn't let go, wanting his cock to do a tantric dance in Rivers mouth and throat, dirty talking the whole way as the music played on.

River was ready to play a dominant role, he had been building confidence all day and wanted to switch, feminizing Malcolm, taking his ass standing up pagan forrest style. He ordered Malcolm over the back of the big leather love seat, so both could see the video. Malcolm bent over, giving up his ass, submitting fully, ready to be sodomized by his son River, while both watched beautiful young men doing the same on the screen. It was surreal, River pounded out a huge load both screaming, sweating, shaking, and howling like wolves.

It had been a long day, and night, of total fulfillment of fantasies that neither expected to ever live out. Sheer exhaustion and sleep would come, the two men would cuddle and spend their first night together, in River's new guest room suite. That Wednesday was a turning point in both their lives, and what a wonderful sleep they had. The age wave between them was long wished for and perfect for both, role-play turning the sophisticated gentleman that Malcolm was into a 'dad' almost for real, and turning the young River into the 'son' he really wanted to be. In the morning an invigorated River was up and off to run his business, as Malcolm cleaned up the house preparing for Margaret's return, and their mutual preparation for the big dinner Friday night.

After breakfast and while walking George, Margaret called letting Malcolm know she was at SFO, would be home in about an hour, after dropping Veronica off. Malcolm and Margaret planned a lunch together at home. A good chance to decompress and prepare for Friday. Margaret parked her car in the garage, and entered the house through the hallway, pulling one roller bag, looking gorgeous and happy dressed in a black leather Brando style tight fitting motorcycle jacket, a white silk blouse, fitted jeans and high heal black boots. Malcolm was on the couch half expecting her, and jumped up to give her a hand.

"You look terrific honey, stunning in fact, what an outfit, you look ready to ride. I love it!" Malcolm said, giving her a quick hug. "Good flight? Can I give you a hand?"

"I'm starving, but it was a smooth and satisfying flight, after a very important night!" Margaret answered, as though she was thinking while talking. "I'll unpack later, let me rustle up a lunch and we'll catch up. I want coffee, do you want to make it?"

"You bet, me too!" Malcolm answered, it was the one thing he did well in the kitchen. "How's Veronica doing?"

"She's always good," Margaret answered succinctly. "Lot's to share!"

Ten minutes later, the two sat down in their breakfast nook, a very cozy part of a very large home. "So honey!" Malcolm kicked it off. "Somehow I think you've got things on your mind, and I am all ears!"

"You're right!" She responded, slowly. "Quite a lot, including things that haven't been said, but need to be." She paused, clearly this was important. "I love you Malcolm, and appreciate you greatly. We've had a complex, but highly valued marriage, and I hope it continues for the rest of our lives. The first thirty years were so special, highlighted by our sexual relationship, where you were the driving force, so creative, so energetic, always inspiring and challenging me. I want you to know, I have nothing but fond memories of it, and I know that my depression after the loss of our grandson, ended it for you. That was a time when I told my therapist I was 'through with penis.' I'm sorry, I really thought I was! You've been kind and understanding."

"Oh my goodness Margaret," Malcolm interrupted. "Such brave words. Thank you, I so appreciate you, and it feels just wonderful to have you reflect on our history so positively. Indeed, the marriage, even now, is a blessing and I too want to last a lifetime."

"Thank you Malcolm. For several years there, even while having Veronica as a friend, I felt hopeless." Margaret needed to continue. "I hung on to the kids and grandkids, lived through their lives. Then, thank God Veronica got out of that abusive marriage five years ago, then she needed me as much as I needed her. We really bonded, you probably felt that I cared more for her than for you, and that did become the truth, she and I were inseparable. I'm sorry for how alone you must have felt. And yes, as you perhaps gathered, she and I did become lovers, it was and is sexual, but in a warm and nurturing way. Almost mutual therapy. I didn't feel like I was cheating, because she is a woman, but still I felt guilty and I would have understood if you sought a similar comfort outside our marriage, but I know you didn't."

"How brave!" Malcolm exclaimed, interrupting again. "I love you all the more for this telling, it is precious, thank you honey. Please continue, but let me insert a bit of humor. Do you know that just yesterday, during that marathon talk with River, he shared so much of himself with me that I told him that during the last five years you had become 'inseparable' with Veronica, traveling abroad together and the like. That smart young man asked me if it was a lesbian relationship. It took me aback, I guess I was in denial, then suddenly it seemed so obvious, and a turn-on. Good on you, I'm nothing but proud of you! Thank you again." Malcolm and Margaret laughed, it was a good ice breaker.

"That is funny, what a special young man that River is!" Margaret continued, there was more. "Part of why this overdue sharing is all coming out today, is because of River, and the dinner tomorrow night. I am not a lesbian, neither is Veronica, though we have lesbian sex. We are both bisexual, minus any men in the last five years. I remember that you shared bisexual fantasies with me, we role-played them out together, and I loved it, you talking about wanting to suck cock. I have shared our beautiful sexual history with Veronica, and of late, my own deep held fantasy about Black men, obviously something never acted on. Hearing about such a sensitive young Black man as River, then seeing his photos online last night, triggered something big in me. Thank you for letting me say this, you are helping me get it out. Last night I had a huge fantasy about River, and incidentally, Veronica has had a fantasy about you for a long time. She sees you are such a thoughtful, sophisticated, and handsome powerhouse. All that stuff, just came together last night!"

"Wow, what a gift you are giving me tonight, I am in shock, it's just beautiful." Malcolm was in shock. "This conversation is precious and must remain our shared secret, but last night River came over to see the guest room, and honey, he shared a fantasy about you, and I shared with him my own fantasy about Veronica! This is amazing! I've always felt a good vibe from her. Does she keep it shaved?" Malcolm paused with a smile, and continued. "I've always been attracted to her, but would never have violated your trust, nor did I have the confidence in any case."

"As for River," Malcolm continued. "He has had only disappointing experiences with women, never really being allowed or comfortable openly communicating his sexual needs, much less get them fulfilled. The women intimidated him. Some offered a tepid suck of that magnificent Black cock, but not one ever swallowed his load, imagine that! Others slapped a rubber on it, as if to keep their distance, and he has never had a woman 'give up her ass.' I shared thirty years of sizzling memories about you as my lover, it drove him crazy. You were so good honey, responsive to my every wish, a dream lover and wife. Of course his fantasies about you went wild, as fantasy, but trust this, if invited, that kid would die to have a woman of your caliber. You would be a dream lover to him!"

"You honestly think he'd be interested in an older woman?" Now Margaret looked shocked. "I'm blushing, I'm excited, and scared to death! About Veronica, no she is not shaved." She paused, and added with a laugh, "We are both waxed!"

"Waxed now, how cool! Dear you are no ordinary older woman!" Malcolm scolded. "Look in the fucking mirror, you and Veronica are movie stars, wealthy, pampered, and perfect. Looking at photos, River and I joked that if you and Veronica were lesbians, you would be 'lipstick lesbians.' Both so gorgeous, healthy, fitness trainer toned, dressed to the nines in high heals, and now--both waxed! My God! You are a Sharon Stone lookalike, same age but you are more beautiful in every way! Honey, when I saw you walk in, in that biker chic outfit, you made my cock hard, and with your sharing, I still am. You are a fucking babe, and River already feels the same way!" Margaret looked stunned, speechless, grappling with a new possible reality.

"If I may suggest honey," Malcolm was proffering a strategy. "When River comes over, all excited about meeting you, and seeking your approval regarding the guest room, hug the kid like you mean it, take him on one of your extended cooks tours, and show him how you feel. He'll be hard as a rock, no question about it! Take your time, and if I have your permission, I'll have a friendly talk with Veronica, and see where it goes. I'm not River, but I'm hard as a rock just looking at you, listening to you, and now thinking about the potential dynamics of tomorrow night! Thank you honey, what gift. Your honesty is a major turn on!"

"I'm excited too, I'm all about your cooks tour strategy!" Margaret responded. "I masturbated to just such a plan on the airplane this morning, very satisfying, though I thought it was purely fantasy. Women can get away with that, in first class, but I got quite carried away!" She paused and added, "Honey, this talk was so important, thank you, thank you, and of course I am nothing but happy to share Veronica with you!" I'm going to take a quick bath, then I'd like to give you a proper homecoming present--in the bedroom!" Malcolm's jaw dropped.

"That would be some homecoming present!" Malcolm responded, obviously off balance. "Are you sure?"

"Very sure," Margaret answered confidently. "I have a new outfit for you, and am ready to please. Or as you always said, shaved, bathed, and well behaved!" She laughed, "But now it's waxed!"

Malcolm stood up immediately, gesturing to Margaret to stand, and the too hugged like the lovers they once were. Malcolm whispered in her ear, "I need that present right now, cunt! I'm nuts over this biker look, will your new outfit go with that leather jacket--zipped wide open? Give me a show, cunt!" Familiar commanding words, so well used, taking them both back to the way they were, for so many wonderful years.

"About my ensemble, yes biker chic, I planned it that way!" Margaret responded with a deep tongue sharing kiss. "I'll be waxed, bathed, and very well behaved. I want to give you a show, then I'm yours, you own me!"

"Good girl!" Malcolm was turned on, back in his directorial mode. "Holler to me when you are settled in your bath, I love you in the bath, what memories. I'll come in and share a joint with you, in my bathrobe, cunt!"

In no time, there was Margaret, soaking in a bubble bath like River had the night before, looking luscious, ready to share a joint and herself. Malcolm knelt by the tub, lit joint in hand, a routine designed around his beautiful wife thirty years earlier, but now also a reminder of River and his Black cock popping up through the suds. Husband and wife, shared the joint and warm anticipatory words, loving words, very dirty words that they both needed. Malcolm and Margaret were relaxed, with the renewed feeling of comfort in each other, in no hurry. Both high, and feeling it, Malcolm left leaving final dressing to Margaret, hungry to see his 'present' step out onto their bedroom catwalk.

Malcolm settled at the head of the bed, bathrobe open, a lit joint in one hand, stroking his hard cock with the other. Out came Margaret, biker chic in motion, jacket open, pert titties and hard nipples exposed, her short white bob combed and moused straight back, an almost German film noir look, make-up and all. She had leather black collar around her neck, with a stainless steel ring, a symbol of bondage, with a black leather corset and straps to her seemed hose, diving into high heeled faux-motorcycle boots. As she showed herself off confidently, turned around, that black leather corset left her gorgeous butt fully exposed, and she carried a riding crop in one hand to send a message, her butt was ready for any abuse Malcolm might have in mind.

Malcolm got up, took her in his arms and kissed her, holding her to him by her butt cheeks, saying, "You are the very picture of the whore cunt I want my wife to be again! What a show, you and Veronica might want to put on a show together, after dinner, tomorrow night. Right now, drop to your knees cunt, suck cock and look up at me, I want to see your eyes. Later, I'm going to skull fuck your face, right now, I have words for you, cock in mouth, eyes on mine, cunt!" Malcolm was ordering, as expected, and fully back in directorial control.

"Honey, it was so important to me to hear you fully reveal your relationship with Veronica!" Malcolm started out slowly, with his cock in Margaret's mouth, eyes glued to his. "I understand and love the truth of it, and that you are so obviously bisexual, here now sucking my cock, but how cool that you are a beautiful woman who is also enjoying ongoing lesbian sex with Veronica. As you know, I think I have always been bisexual too, though I had never been with a man in my life or over these years of our marriage."

Malcolm paused, holding her head with both hands, eyes locked, "That is, until yesterday, when I met River. I sucked my first cock, and what a cock, the big Black cock of a sensitive and beautiful young man. It was a first for River as well, though he also had those bisexual feelings, and for an older man no less, feelings that he couldn't share with anyone, and had only found expression alone with porn. We were perfect together, like you and Veronica, what nurturing warmth and understanding. I am not gay, River is not gay, but we loved gay man-sex yesterday." Malcolm paused, enjoying Margaret cock sucking,

"It was beautiful honey," Malcolm continued. "When he came by last night, our play continued, built entirely on thoughts of you and Veronica. I jacked his cock in our bathtub, while sharing those fantasies." Malcolm was emotional, about that sharing, he wanted his wife's approval. Eyes remained locked together, Margaret sucking his cock head all the while.

"You shared your secret, and I love you all the more for it." Malcolm continued. "That is mine, please love and understand me for it. Like you said, I didn't feel it was cheating, but I wanted to share it with you. It will never go beyond River, as surely as I doubt you'll ever go beyond Veronica. I do feel fatherly toward River, I love him like you love Veronica, and want him to be happy and successful with women, like I have been so lucky to be with you. You are the very woman who can make that happen, and help him to believe in himself." Malcolm paused.

"Suck cock, cunt, but come up here face to face and kiss your husband!" Malcolm ordered. "You have my understanding, I need yours. And truly, for the sake of all of us, these truths can never go beyond us, well, plus River and Veronica!"

Malcolm pulled Margaret up, off his dripping cock, they kissed and she responded. "I had that fantasy last night, that maybe you finally had found a man to love like I love Veronica!" Margaret said. "I wasn't at all sure, like you being unsure about what was going on with Veronica and I, but it was intoxicating to me, and I am so glad we both have made that leap. The image of the powerful dominant you are, actually sucking a big Black cock is incredible, I hope I get to see that one day. Let my suck your cock and listen to you talk dirty about sucking River's big Black cock. God do I want it for myself tomorrow! I'm proud of you Malcolm. It is our secret, all of it!"

"Honey, tomorrow night," Malcolm wanted to close the deal. "I guarantee, you'll know if you want River during that first hello hug. I'm guessing it will feel right, and then over the evening and coming days, maybe we'll fully shift this paradigm. You'll always have Veronica, no change, but you two may also have River and me. I'm loving you honey, in a minute I'm going after your waxed cunt, I haven't seen that bitch in years and I'm hungry, you look so fucking beautiful. You may have planned a quick birthday present for your old man, but I'm not letting you go, it's been a long wait and I'm taking my wife for a ride. God have I missed you!"

"Take control Malcolm, like you own me, like you always have!" Margaret was looking glaze-eyed. "I can't tell you how much I've missed your cock, your dirty words, and your commanding but always loving direction. I'm sorry Malcolm, for the hurt I've caused. This feels right, I belong to you, anything you want, anytime!"

"I'm going to take my time, enjoy you whoring on my cock, "Malcolm said in his now hoarse and commanding voice. "Yesterday, of course I took the lead with River, but that lead meant I wanted to be his faggot cocksucker. Over the hours of talking and appreciating the dynamics of our age wave, I comfortably called him son and he wanted to call me dad. I told him to take his clothes off in Godot, and he did, standing there like a Black adonis, giant cock sticking out hard."

"You look gorgeous with my cock in your mouth, looking like my bitch. Beautiful! Keep your eyes on me, look up cunt!" Malcolm ordered, then continued. "I told him to sit down and I knelt in front of him, like you are with me now. He was my altar, and I was there to worship him. He held my head with both hands and I looked up at that handsome Black face looking down at me in wonder. His cock head was a perfect Black mushroom, twice the size of mine, and the weight of that shaft felt so good in my hands. Suck and jack me, cunt!" Malcolm demanded.

"I took his cock in my mouth," Malcolm's story went on. "Knowing that he wasn't going to last long, I tongued that gaping come hole and three times I tried to get it all the way down my throat. He groaned and screamed 'Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy,' and that so encouraged me that I held my breath and slammed down until my face hit his abs and shaved pubes. All the fucking way, deep throat. That was it, he screamed 'Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, I'm coming!' and stream after stream shot down my throat, I felt his shaft bulge, then wanting to taste his come I pulled up, swallowed and gulped it down. It was endless and beautiful. In time he came back to earth and I kissed him, a man to man kiss, tongue fucking, sharing his load with him." Malcolm paused,

"Oh honey, I loved sharing that and could have unloaded," Malcolm said, and continued. "Looking down at you with my cock in your beautiful face, just like River was looking at me, and now I can imagine his huge Black cock in your face, sliding inland out, then skull fucking you, deep fucking throat then pulling out and giving you the facial of a lifetime. I can't wait to see you with River's Black cock in your cunt mouth!"

"Honey, I want you naked now, except for that black collar. I want to see and enjoy my wife, time to trade places," Malcolm ordered. "I don't want to blow and I'm hungry for your cunt right now! Your waxed whore cunt is my altar. Let me feast, and you can call me a faggot cunt eating cock sucker. I want to hear those words from you, I sucked and fed on my son's Black cock like a faggot whore!"

"Malcolm, I'm dripping wet, what a story, what images of you as a Black cock sucking whore!" Margaret said breathlessly, as she pulled off his cock, and began to undress. Her husband wanted her body, after loving the show. Naked, but for that collar, she climbed on and moved to the head of the bed, legs spread, waxed cunt open and dripping. "Eat my cunt you faggot, I am loving all the memories of your dirty talk are coming back. Suck my dick you faggot, it's hard as a rock, swollen ad sticking out straight. Suck cock faggot!"

"Good job cunt, keep talking!" Malcolm ordered now between her legs and that open gaping dripping cunt as his altar. "And I want to hear about the first time you ate Veronica's cunt and sucked her clit, you cock sucker. I love that you jacked off my woman's cunt in the airplane. Did Veronica help? Tell me about it. I am so happy you are here, how I have missed you. Dirty talk me while I slave on your whore cunt!'"

"Oh how I've missed you too!" Margaret said panting through her first orgasm. "Eat pussy, suck my dick like you used to, like the cocksucker you have finally become. God do I want to suck River's cock and show him that any real woman will love to gulp and swallow his come." She paused, momentarily overtaken by a wave of orgasms, her abs rippling and body shaking. Malcolm was relentless on that dripping waxed cunt.

"My first time, like yours with River, was kneeling before my friend Veronica, after a bath together." Margaret managed to get the words out. "I worshipped that wet, then shaved, pussy like you always did me. It was a first for both of us, and like River, she came in gushes real fast, locking her legs around my whoring head. Good Malcolm, back to my cunt cock, keeping sucking it, see how long and hard it is." Margaret was balancing story telling with repeated orgasms. She continued, "Over time, Veronica and I did everything two women could, I jacked her cunt like it was my own, but what fun to handle another woman. We tried toys and have a black strap on, but rubber is not like flesh. I know you never liked pegging, the few times we tried it. I'm dying to hear if you gave up your ass to River. A real cock is a different animal, in the pussy or ass. Did that Black man sodomize my faggot husband?" Margaret was having continuous orgasms, both from Malcolms cunt sucking and the power of her own words and the moment.

Another pause, another orgasm, and Margaret continued. "Can I give up my ass to you now Malcolm, I came so good, and I owe you so much, I need to be butt raped by my faggot husband! It's been too long!"

Malcolm lifted his wet face from Margaret's dripping, pulsating pussy with new orders. "Yes I gave up my ass to River last night, and I loved it!" Malcolm was growling. "After he sucked my cock dry for an hour, loving it through its tantric dance, that sweet boy went dominant. He lifted me up like I weighed nothing, bent me over the back of our love seat, both of us watching the 'Bisexual Pagan Forrest' video, and he bred me. I submitted totally, and felt so feminine, like a submissive faggot, and he fucked me deep and hard, and I felt his cock explode and fill me with come, deep in my body. Then we both collapsed, sweating and panting. We showered together and slept like babies, cuddled together. I think River came four of five times yesterday, huge loads, load after load!"

"Wow!" Margaret responded, still breathless from her own orgasm. "Thank you, that was beautiful Malcolm, always the dominant, and you submitted. Oh to see that. Take me now please, I am so hungry to submit, I have always felt such freedom in submitting to you. Sodomize me please, and we can both imagine what River's Black cock will look like pounding my ass, and feel like in me, probably like it's going to come out of my mouth! Amazing!"

"A beautiful thought, cunt! I want to look at you, watch your titties bounce, legs up cunt and around me. A missionary butt fuck because I want to see your face, my wife's whore face!" Malcolm was growling again, as he poised his body between his wife's raised legs her butt just begging to be sodomized. "I can't believe it, you fucking slut, after so many years, you're giving me your ass again. I'm driving straight in, God how I have loved fucking your ass, feeling my balls slapping you, pounding in and out. It is still a beautiful mystery, watching my cock disappear beneath your sloppy open wet cunt, waxed. And right now I am imagining what River's Black cock, twice the size of mine, would look like, sliding in and out of your white butt cheeks. For his cock, best view will be from behind, the way I took him, breeding. Unreal, sodomy, swept fucking away, remember us laughing about the movie 'Swept Away.' I'm going to pound you to a fucking gape, holding your legs straight up, our eyes seeing each other, seeing it all."

Malcolm paused, and admiringly said, "Hello honey, I have so missed you, and I love you!" In Malcolm slammed, after years of waiting and never expecting his wife to come back to him sexually. Suddenly she was back, understanding and loving him so completely, and giving up her ass. The pounding began, both grunting and moaning

"I love your fucking ass!" Malcolm howled. "I always have, grabbing my cock head even tighter than when pushing into your throat. What a day for us, what a turning point in our lives. I'm going to come honey, I'm going to come deep in your butt. Sodomizing my wife, nothing could be better, then I'll keep pounding and let my cock do its tantric dance, orgasm after orgasm. You cunt! You cunt! Whore on my cock with your ass! Here you go!" Then no more words.

Malcolm screamed, an animal scream, as he smashed against Margaret's raised butt, eyes locked together, shooting like never before. Margaret groaned and moaned, then joined Malcolm in screaming as she jacked her cunt with both hands on her pussy, pushing her pelvis up against Malcolm's thrusts, both going through wave after wave of orgasm, out of control. Sweat poured off Malcom's body, husband and wife totally connected, one vibrating shaking mass of animal flesh, until both collapsed panting. Time passed.

Malcolm returned to planet earth first, in a romantic swoon, needing to kiss his wife, expressing love and appreciation. Margaret's mouth was wide open, he rammed his tongue in to wake her, the two did a mouth fuck with his cock staying at home in her butt. Then Malcolm rolled off her, his still hard cock swinging in the air, dripping in man and woman come. He was on his back beside her, needing her, panting and weak. Margaret turned to her side, facing him, and it was she who would deliver the next kiss, and the thanks both needed. In doing so, there stood Malcolm's swaying cock, and instinctively she went for it. In one move she pounded her face down on it, flat against his stomach. Ass to mouth deep throat, as sweet and loving, as accepting a move as any woman can possibly make. For a few minutes, up and down, Margaret sucked her husband's cock clean as he laid back exhausted and happy, moaning with feelings of pure love.

No skull fuck that day, their passion had led them down another path, it was organic and real. The biker chic had been discarded, that and a Margaret catwalk with Veronica, showing off, dancing for the boys, would be for another day. This was the day their lives changed totally, both returning to the foundation of their marriage, and plotting a course for their future together. Lust and love became one thing, Malcolm and Margaret would both continue to have their same-sex partners, River and Veronica, and the four of them would form every imaginable sexual union while being one loving family. The coming Friday welcoming dinner, would seal that longed for truth!

To be continued...