Turnabout Is Fair Play

Scott looked down at his phone. His neighbor, Paul, was calling. Scott answered.

"Hey, man."

"Are you busy?" Paul asked.

"Hanging out."

"I need to talk to you."

"If you want to, come on over."

Scott already knew what Paul wanted to talk about. Paul's wife, Vanessa, had come over to talk to Debbie, his wife, a month prior. She told Debbie she had met a black man at the coffee shop around the corner from where she worked. Vanessa said that she and Paul weren't having sex very often, and she felt tempted to take the black man's offer to go to a hotel with him.

"Paul's a wonderful husband, don't get me wrong," Vanessa said, "But for a while now, he's been having trouble getting it up. And to be honest, he's always been predictable and boring."

Vanessa said that she loved Paul, but they never had much of a sex life. She stated that she and Paul didn't have much in common. Paul was conservative, and Vanessa was more of a libertarian. Paul was judgmental, and she was more live-and-let-live.

Vanessa said that even when she and Paul watched shows that had erotic scenes, Paul never got aroused. And she did. Vanessa also stated that Paul never initiated sex and that it was always her who had to be the aggressor. She wished that Paul made her feel wanted, but he never did.

Debbie said, "If you want excitement and fulfillment, that's what other men are for."

Vanessa knew, or at least assumed because she'd seen several men come and go from Scott and Debbie's house in the middle of the night, that Debbie played with other men with Scott's permission. And she asked if her assumption was correct.

Debbie informed Vanessa that she and Scott had an open marriage and often had threesomes or moresomes.

"Oh, my God," Vanessa said, "You have to love that."

"I do," Debbie said. And then she told Vanessa, "I'd be willing to let you sleep with Scott if you want."

Vanessa's face flushed. "I could never do that. We're neighbors."

Debbie reminded Vanessa that she was considering going to a hotel with another man.

"But that's different."

"How so?"

"I don't know the other guy," Vanessa said. "And he's black, which makes it more exciting."

Debbie admitted that she preferred black men, too, but Scott was well-sized.

When Vanessa asked how big Scott was, Debbie pulled out her phone and showed Vanessa a picture of Scott nude.

"Holy shit! I would never have thought. Damn!"

"The offer's still on the table," Debbie said.

Vanessa took Debbie's phone and couldn't stop looking at Scott's cock. "He's fucking huge."

"It's a perk."

Vanessa admitted that she'd always wished that Paul's cock was bigger.

Vanessa said, while still looking at Scott's picture, "I bet the head of Scott's cock is bigger than Paul's cock and balls combined."

"Oh, sweetheart," Debbie said. "You need Scott to fuck you."

Vanessa shook her head. "No. You guys are friends and neighbors. And I really like this black guy that I met."

Debbie told Vanessa to try out the black guy; if he was what she needed, then good. But if she needed more, remember that Scott was still an option.

Vanessa returned to Debbie and told her she had hooked up with the black man she'd met at the coffee shop. Vanessa said it wasn't all she'd hoped.

"He's sexy as hell. He dresses nicely. He's a damn good-looking guy, but... he isn't much bigger than Paul is."

Vanessa said she expected this guy to be like Scott, but he wasn't even close. And he didn't eat her out, either.

Debbie smiled. "If you still want to be with a black man, I can make that happen for you, but I also want you to consider Scott."

Vanessa responded, "I still think that if I'm going to do this, it should be with a guy that Paul and I don't know. I think it would be best that way."

Debbie asked Vanessa to describe her dream guy, who she'd want to be with, in a perfect world.

"He's tall, burly, muscular, sensual, strong but gentle, aggressive but loving, dark-skinned, and he isn't afraid to take what he wants and deserves."

Debbie laughed. "You're not asking for much. Are you?"

"After thirty years of what Paul is and has, I don't think I'm asking for much."

Debbie asked Vanessa if it mattered if the guy was older or younger than she was.

She said that she'd prefer a man close to her age.

"I think I know the perfect man."

Debbie described Carlos, a lover she'd been with several times, who had also been with a few of her friends. "He's well over six feet tall. He's big in every way. He's aggressive and won't stop until you can't take him anymore."

Vanessa admitted that she was getting wet just thinking about him.

Debbie said, "Since you've never done this before, keep in mind that once you get with another man, there's no going back. You can't undo what you've already done."

"I've already been with another man, a black man, and although it wasn't great, I did suck him and let him fuck me. I've already been with another man. And I still want what I want."

Debbie called and left a message for Carlos. And he called her back a few minutes later. Debbie told Carlos that her neighbor was interested in hooking up with him. And Carlos asked Debbie to describe her.

"She's forty-eight. She has short brown hair, brown eyes, and maybe a C-cup. She's not overweight. She's friendly. And she wants to be with a black man who has a huge cock."

Carlos laughed. "She sounds good to me."

Debbie put Vanessa on the phone to talk to Carlos.

"Hello?"

Carlos smiled. "So you want a big, black cock, eh?"

"What I want," Vanessa said, "Is a man that has what I need and can give it to me."

Carlos asked Vanessa to take off her clothes, let Debbie take a picture of her, and send it to him. And she did.

After Debbie sent Carlos the picture, he looked at it and said, "You're a beautiful woman. And I think you deserve to be with me at least once."

Debbie showed Vanessa a picture of Scott and Carlos standing beside each other, naked. Vanessa saw that Carlos was a little thicker, longer than Scott, and very dark-skinned.

Vanessa said to Carlos, "I believe you're right."

Vanessa left early for work again. She met Carlos at the same hotel where she'd met the other man. Carlos turned out to be a damn good kisser, and his hands were huge but soft. Carlos was a cab driver, but he had the finesse and style of a rich man. Carlos held Vanessa close as he kissed her, and Vanessa felt like a little girl with him.

Carlos was a big man, and Vanessa was small-framed and stood only five feet four inches. Carlos unbuttoned Vanessa's blouse, and she let it slide off of her shoulders. She hadn't worn a bra, and Carlos liked that. Although Vanessa was forty-eight, she had the body of an eighteen-year-old. Carlos unzipped Vanessa's skirt, and she let it fall to the floor. She hadn't worn underwear, either, which Carlos also liked.

As Vanessa and Carlos continued kissing, Carlos fingered Vanessa with his thick fingers. Vanessa liked that Carlos had a gentle touch, but she hoped that when he fucked her, he would be much more aggressive.

Vanessa unbuttoned Carlos's shirt and saw that his chest was firm, smooth, and muscular. When she knelt to undo Carlos' belt and unzip his pants, Vanessa was anxious. She hoped that what she saw on Debbie's phone represented what Carlos would give her. And Vanessa wasn't disappointed. When Vanessa pulled Carlos' pants down, his cock was about half hard. His semi-hard cock was at least three times bigger than Paul's cock when it was fully erect. Vanessa felt a sense of respect for Carlos simply because of the size of his cock.

When Vanessa held Carlos's cock, it was heavy in her hand. Carlos was the kind of man Vanessa had fantasized about and was genuine. Vanessa held Carlos's cock. It was warm and soft and felt good on her face. His cock, although not even hard yet, was long enough to go from her forehead to her chin. Vanessa knew there was no way that she could get Carlos's cock in her mouth, but she did her best to make him and his cock feel loved. Vanessa rubbed Carlos's cock across her face and kissed the head. She licked and kissed Carlos's cock, and told him that she loved it.

Vanessa had always been impressed by black men and how they carried themselves. She wasn't into the thug types, though. Vanessa liked black men who were confident and proud of their masculinity. Carlos was sensual, unlike the other black man Vanessa had met at the hotel. He kissed Vanessa on the lips. Vanessa and Carlos kissed deeply, and Carlos kissed Vanessa's neck and shoulders before kissing Vanessa's breasts and lightly sucking on her nipples. Carlos lightly kissed every inch of Vanessa's body, from her breasts to her inner thighs. Carlos pushed Vanessa's legs up and put his face between her legs, and lightly flicked his tongue on and around the tip of Vanessa's clit.

As Carlos worked his tongue on Vanessa's clit, her toes curled, and her nipples were so hard that they hurt. Vanessa heard slurping sounds coming from between her legs. She knew that she was wet, and Carlos' shiny face was proof of that. Vanessa's breathing quickened, her face flushed, and her legs quivered. Carlos was proving to be all Vanessa had hoped he would be. Carlos then kissed Vanessa's stomach, and just below her breasts, then he kissed her nipples and kissed her on the lips again. Vanessa gasped as the head of Carlos' cock popped into her.

Vanessa put her arms around Carlos. His back felt muscular, and his hips were strong. Vanessa found it hard to catch her breath as Carlos slid his cock in and out of her. She'd dreamt of this moment. His strong arms under her arms, his large hands grasping her shoulders as he pumped his cock in and out, made her feel wanted and needed.

When Carlos got up on his knees and held Vanessa's ankles in the air, she felt Carlos go deep inside her. Before she met Carlos, Vanessa could only imagine what it would feel like to have a big, black cock fill her. Now, she knew how it felt. And she loved it.

Although Carlos had been gentle when he kissed her and licked and sucked on her clit, he was much more aggressive when he slammed his cock into her. Carlos's cock was bigger than any she had ever had, and his cock stretched her pussy to its limit. Vanessa experienced pain and pleasure at the same time. And the pain was worth the pleasure she was receiving. Carlos pushed Vanessa's ankles past her shoulders and shoved his cock deeper into her. Vanessa's head shook violently, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Vanessa had never felt so much pleasure, and she wanted all that Carlos was willing and able to give her.

Carlos leaned down and kissed Vanessa. The taste of her juices on Carlos' lips was exquisite. Vanessa had her legs draped over Carlos' arms as they kissed. Carlos had her pinned down. He had complete control over her, and she was happy to give him that control. Vanessa didn't remember ever being as aroused as Carlos had made her. And it was because of that Carlos could go as deeply into her as he did. Vanessa had never felt so full, and Carlos knew what he was doing. Paul could learn a lot from Carlos, but he could never be the man Carlos was to her.

Vanessa felt that she had to pee, and then the bed and the area between her legs became soaked. She wasn't sure that she'd peed, though. The smell was different. Carlos let Vanessa's legs relax, and Vanessa felt elated. She wasn't sure what had just happened, but it felt amazing. Carlos pulled his cock out of Vanessa. Then he lay next to her and told her to get on top of him. Vanessa squatted over Carlos' cock and lowered herself onto it. In this position, Carlos' cock felt longer and thicker.

Vanessa slowly lowered herself onto Carlos's cock. As she did, Vanessa's head fell back, and she moaned. "Oh, my God! You are so incredible!" Vanessa gyrated her hips and felt Carlos' cock circling inside of her pussy. Vanessa ground her hips so that she could feel all of Carlos inside of her. Vanessa's whole body tingled as she rode Carlos' cock.

As Vanessa rode him, Carlos massaged her breasts and told Vanessa that she felt amazing on his cock. Vanessa thought she would leave Paul if Carlos asked her to. He was such a good lover, and Vanessa felt that Carlos was the kind of man she could be happy waking up with every day for the rest of her life. She also knew that to Carlos, she was probably just another fuck, but she didn't care. Carlos had made Vanessa feel like no other man had.

Vanessa had needed what Carlos was giving her for far too long, and she didn't want it to end. She wanted to spend the entire day with him in her. And she knew that if she let him, Carlos could stay in her as long as she needed him to.

Vanessa thought that was it when Carlos came, but Carlos stayed hard. And he had her get on her knees and then got behind her and entered her again. This time, Carlos went deeper inside of her than he had before. Vanessa rocked back and forth to meet Carlos' thrusts. Carlos gripped Vanessa's hips tightly and didn't let go. Vanessa's legs gave out eventually. And she collapsed.

Carlos lay on top of Vanessa and whispered in her ear, "You're an amazing woman."

Vanessa responded, breathless, "And you're more than just a man. You're a god."

Vanessa arrived late to work but felt like she'd been to heaven and back. One of her co-workers mentioned that she looked happier than she'd ever seen her. Vanessa said, "That's what happens when you start your day the right way."

Vanessa called Debbie later that afternoon and said what had happened and that she wanted it to happen again. Debbie told Vanessa that she knew she'd have a good time.

Vanessa said, "Now that I know what it feels like to be happy, I want to feel that more often."

Throughout the next couple of weeks, Vanessa and Carlos met at the hotel five separate times. The problem was that Vanessa started having feelings for Carlos. Where she messed up was telling Carlos that she loved him.

Carlos told Vanessa he wasn't trying to steal her away from her husband. To Carlos, he and Vanessa getting together was fun but nothing he'd call serious.

Because Vanessa had fallen in love with him, Carlos said he couldn't see her anymore. Vanessa was devastated. She'd found the man of her dreams, had unbelievable sex with him, and had fallen in love with him. And now he was rejecting her.

Because she could no longer see Carlos, Vanessa found herself depressed and often bitchy toward Paul. Paul wasn't sure what had happened and didn't know what to do. He suspected Vanessa had gone out on him, but he wasn't sure. And now Vanessa was acting differently. Paul tried to talk to Vanessa about what had happened to make her depressed, but she wouldn't speak to him about it. Vanessa would say, "Everything's fine." And Paul knew that when Vanessa said that, something was wrong.

Vanessa called Debbie and talked about why she was depressed. She missed Carlos and had fallen in love with him. She said that Paul was trying to find out what had happened, but she could never tell him.

Debbie said, "That's the thing, Carlos is a player. He can't love you. He plays with you, and he plays with other women and me. He likes sex. And you made the worst mistake. You can't tell a player that you love them."

"But I do," Vanessa said, "I can't help how I feel."

Debbie said, "You can fall in love with a player, but you can never tell them you love them."

"What am I supposed to do?" Vanessa asked.

Debbie smiled. "Well, you can try being with another man or be happy with Paul."

Then Debbie asked Vanessa, "Are you still in love with Paul?"

Vanessa was silent for a minute, then answered, "I love him."

"But," Debbie asked, "Are you in love with him?"

Vanessa was silent for another minute, then answered, "I love him, but I don't respect Paul as a man anymore."

"And you respected Carlos because?"

"He was a man, and he had a big cock. Carlos made me his. He made me want him. And I was willing to do anything for him."

Debbie reminded Vanessa that Scott had a big cock, and he'd be willing to make her his. Vanessa admitted that she had thought about Scott, but she wasn't sure if he could make her feel the way Carlos had.

Debbie said, "When I've been with Carlos and Scott, there's been no difference between them. They both have big cocks, they're both aggressive, and they're both incredible lovers."

Vanessa asked, "If Scott is that great, why do you want sex with other men?"

Debbie giggled. "Because I like two men simultaneously, more, if possible."

Vanessa said, "You know. Maybe it wouldn't be as weird if I got with Scott and another man."

Debbie agreed. "Just like I made it happen with you and Carlos, I can get you hooked up with Scott and another man. And I think you'll love it."

Vanessa admitted that she was impressed with Scott's cock, and she did want him to fuck her, but because they were neighbors, that was why she wanted to hook up with a stranger. It wouldn't be as awkward for her.

Debbie suggested, "Maybe you should take a day off work, and you, me, and Scott can go to one of my lovers' houses, and the four of us can play. That way, I'll play and watch, too, and you get to be with Scott and another man you don't know.

"And who would this other lover be?"

"Don't worry. He's black, got a big dick, and he and Scott are a good tag team."

Vanessa took a day off work, and she, Debbie, and Scott met at Richard's house. Richard was a stocky man in his mid-fifties who lived in a well-to-do part of town. Vanessa was impressed with Richard from the moment she saw him. Richard shook Scott's hand and kissed Debbie, then reached out to Vanessa. Vanessa put her arms around Richard and told him she liked hugs. Richard hugged Vanessa and informed her that he already liked her.

Richard asked Vanessa, "So, does your husband know you're here?"

Vanessa looked at Debbie and Scott. Then she said no.

Richard told Vanessa he wasn't sure that hooking up without her husband's knowledge was the best idea.

Vanessa sighed, then she asked, "Are you saying that you don't want to fuck me?"

Richard held up his hands. "Now, I didn't say that. I was just stating a fact."

Vanessa replied, "Let me worry about my husband."

"You got it."

Debbie told Richard that Vanessa and Paul had a weird marriage and that Vanessa was trying to find a way to make things better.

Richard smiled at Vanessa, "I'll do what I can to help."

Richard asked if he could get anyone anything to drink.

Vanessa asked, "Why do you care if my husband knows I'm here?"

"I'm not a home-wrecker. And, yes, I want to fuck you, but it's always nice if the husband knows when I'm fucking his wife."

Debbie told Richard that Vanessa had hooked up with Carlos, and Paul had noticed that she was happier when she did.

Richard asked Vanessa, "And how did Paul react to you fucking Carlos?"

Vanessa had to admit that Paul didn't know that she and Carlos had been fucking.

Richard said, "Carlos is a big guy, and he has a big cock. I can see why he'd make you happy. And I'm hoping that I can make you just as happy."

Debbie informed Richard that Vanessa and Carlos had stopped fucking because she had fallen in love with him.

"Oh, that's not good."

Vanessa asked, "How am I not supposed to fall in love with a man who makes me feel like he did?"

Richard answered, "You see him as a good fuck, and you leave it at that."

"Is that what you see women as, a good fuck?" Vanessa asked.

"If I'm lucky, yes."

Debbie patted Richard's knee. "This has all been a lot for her to handle."

Richard smiled, "Well, Carlos would be a lot for any woman to handle."

Vanessa's legs were shaking, and her mouth was dry. She asked Richard, "Are we going to fuck, or what?"

Richard looked at Debbie, then at Vanessa. Then he got up, stood in front of Vanessa, and pulled out his cock.