A Warning Unheeded

This story is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

Be aware that this story involves a woman having sex with someone other than her husband, but this is not a cheating situation; the husband is informed and involved. Pregnancy risk, interracial sex, and hotwife/cuckold themes all feature heavily in the story. If any of these items do not appeal to you, I strongly recommend that you close this now and find another story more in line with your tastes.

I sincerely hope that you enjoy this tale.

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The bass was thumping loud enough that Hannah could feel her blouse flutter against her back in time with the beat as her friends, Madison and Andrea, gyrated to the rhythm with her in the middle of the bustling dance floor. It was a Ladies' night at Club Destiny - as the club usually did on Thursdays - and as was often the case, the trio were blowing off steam.

Twenty-six-year-old Hannah Jacobs was the only one of the girlfriends who was married - although Andrea was engaged - but she and her husband, Daniel, were very much believers in giving their partners space to do their own things. Hannah never minded when Daniel and his buddies got together to drink beer and yell at a ballgame, taunt each other over a video game, or swap stories while playing cards. Likewise, he always shrugged and told Hannah to have fun if she wanted to go to the movies, go shopping, or go drinking and dancing with her girlfriends.

It was no real secret that instead of minding his wife's partying, Daniel actually enjoyed it - he trusted her completely, and he was always happy to be the recipient of the amorous mood that alcohol and dancing tended to put her in. She would stagger home after her nights out, and more often than not, be all over him the moment that she hit the door.

Club Destiny was a fairly typical local nightlife spot, one full of overly loud music and far too many people, even on weeknights. This was not a place for thoughtful conversation or quiet reflection; Daniel rightfully called it a "meat market", as singles looking to hook up obviously made up a large part of the crowd. However, the three friends loved the dance floor vibe, and the bouncer who usually worked the door knew them by name and would always ignore any cover charge for the three of them, no matter what night of the week they visited.

As the song came to an end, the three sweaty women made their way back to the bar for one more drink before plopping down at an open table. Hannah glanced at her phone as she lifted her glass - it was already five minutes after midnight, and the blonde groaned in disappointment. "I think that I'm going to have to wrap it up," she stated. "Six-thirty is going to come really early..."

Her friends booed in dismay. "Leaving already?" Madison asked in a complaining tone.

Andrea rolled her eyes. "She has to rush home to tease Daniel with stories of the lawyer that kept hitting on her all night," she declared with a grin.

Madison nodded conspiratorially. "No doubt," she agreed. "That ought to get him really revved up to jump her bones!"

Hannah's blue eyes narrowed in mock anger. "Shut up, bitch!" she demanded in a cold tone. "It's not my fault that you only have a vibrator waiting for you at home!"

The red-headed Madison frowned deeply and locked gazes with her friend for a moment before all three of them broke down into laughter. The three women kept no secrets from one another; as such, both of Hannah's friends were aware that Daniel did, indeed, get a little turned on by other men hitting on his wife.

The first time that Daniel had reacted positively to another man flirting with Hannah had been a little strange. As far as Hannah knew, the expected reaction to that sort of thing was always jealousy; she knew for certain that she would not take kindly herself to another woman flirting with her husband. Andrea's fiancé, Jarod, was very thick-skinned and trusting, but Andrea had made it clear that he simply wanted to hear no details of her times out carousing - he "wasn't a freak like Daniel," or so Andrea said.

But Daniel seemed to view it as hot that other men wanted his wife, despite them having no chance with her. It turned him on to know that strangers would try to pick his wife up, and if she was being totally honest, Hannah would have to admit that she didn't mind the attention from either the guys at the club or from her aroused and anticipating husband when she got home.

Not surprisingly, three attractive women in their mid-twenties had little shortage of such attention. Andrea, brunette and engaged, would always turn men down when approached, but blonde, married Hannah would accept drinks from strangers as easily as would red-haired, single Madison - and Hannah had been known to casually return flirting here and there to keep interested men hoping (and buying drinks).

Things had gone this way for the better part of a year, now. Hannah got quite a few free drinks from the arrangement - to say nothing of an enthusiastic husband when she got home - and her two friends got a great deal of entertainment both in the process and in the knowledge of her husband's little kink.

As the three friends giggled around their drinks, a stranger made his way to their area of the club. They had noticed the same older black man several times in past visits to Club Destiny; he stood several inches short of six feet tall and carried a fairly large belly. Despite his balding head, overweight frame, and facial features that could only be described as "homely" if one were being kind, the man somehow managed to find no real shortage of dance partners on most nights.

Tonight, he had been grinding on the dance floor with a white woman in her mid-forties, who like Hannah sported a wedding ring on her left hand. Judging from his route across the club floor, the older man had not found success this time around, and his path took him directly past the girls' table as he approached another forty-something woman. He made eye contact with the friends and smiled, but turned his head and kept walking.

"Thank God," Madison exclaimed as the older man passed their table. "I was afraid that he was going to stop and try to hit on us."

Unfortunately, the DJ had chosen that moment to cut the music, and her slightly tipsy voice was far louder than she had intended for it to be. As the words left her mouth, the redhead realized her faux pas; a blush filled her cheeks, and a hand came up over her mouth in embarrassment.

Despite the volume of her proclamation, the older black man apparently hadn't heard anything, as he never hesitated in his journey. While he spent the next several minutes chatting with a cookie-cutter housewife near the bar, Madison began to relax, and the friends broke into giggles, teasing one another.

"It's a good thing that he didn't hear you!" Hannah declared to her friend as she finished her last drink. "Can you imagine how embarrassing that would have been?" Tittering laughter once again raced around the table as the blonde began to slide her chair out in preparation to leave the club.

"Embarrassin' for who?" a deep voice asked. In concert, the friends' heads snapped to the left to see the older man standing beside their table, a ghost of a smirk on his thick lips. Madison, caught in mid-sip, choked on her own beverage, and began coughing and sputtering while Andrea patted her on the back.

Hannah considered playing the mean girl in response, but that really wasn't her nature... and her friend had honestly been pretty rude. Instead, she spoke up in an attempt to make peace.

"Please forgive us," she offered. "We've been drinking and blowing off steam, and we weren't watching our manners."

The smirk on the dark face only deepened. "Don't you worry your pretty little heads, ladies," he spoke in an easy tone. "I never would have considered comin' to hit on you three." As he spoke, he very obviously let his gaze run up and down each of the three friends.

The response - especially when coupled with his obvious ogling - irritated Hannah, and she rose to her feet, blue eyes snapping in annoyance as she found herself almost eye to eye with the older man. "It's obvious from your leering that you didn't avoid us to be polite," she snapped. "Is this supposed to be some sort of 'negging' nonsense, where you pretend that we aren't hot enough for you?"

Her angry reply drew a laugh from the black man. "Now, don't go gettin' your fancy little panties in a knot, missy," he answered. "The three of you all got pretty faces and tight little bodies. Of course you're nice to look at... don't mean I'd come hittin' on any of y'all, though."

By then, Madison's coughing fit had come to an end, and all three were on their feet. "Come on, Hannah," Madison spat. "Let's go. This guy knows we are out of his league, that's the only reason why he passed us by on his way to getting shot down over there by a woman who could be your mom."

As the three women turned to leave, Hannah couldn't help but notice that the black man's smirk had never gone away. His body language was so relaxed, so confident; if he truly thought that the three younger women were unreachable to a guy like him, he did a great job in disguising it.

"That seems like a smart thing for the three of y'all to tell yourselves," he stated evenly as they turned. "Head on home now," he encouraged them, "and keep on thinkin' that. It's better that way."

Hannah's blue eyes flashed with anger again, and Andrea cringed at the stubbornness that she knew was bubbling beneath the surface in her friend. "Come on, Hannah," she urged as she tugged at the blonde's arm. "You said it yourself - six thirty comes early, and Daniel is waiting for you. It's stupid to argue with this guy... let's just go!"

Intellectually, Hannah knew that her friend was right. The wise thing to do would be to walk away now, let this infuriating old man have the last word, and go let her husband work out her frustrations with a little sex.

The problem was that Hannah had never been very good at walking away from anything.

After only two steps, the blonde pulled her arm away from her friend and spun back towards the smirking black man. "All right," she demanded, "I'll play your stupid game. Tell me, mister lover beyond compare, what is the supposed real reason why you wouldn't consider hitting on us if it's not that you know you have no shot?" Her eyes narrowed in anger even as Madison and Andrea groaned in frustration with their friend. "And don't give me any bullshit about how we aren't hot enough for you, or I'll have Dave," she gestured at the bartender, "pour me a beer just so that I can throw it in your smug face!"

"Have it your way, missy," the older man declared. "You can call me Shaun. And the reason I wouldn' hit on any of you is out of respec'." He paused for a moment, grinning. "Sure," he continued, "odds are y'all would all turn me down cold, I know that. But the real reason is that I'm doing you a favor. There ain't no sense in me messing with girls like you and ruining y'all's lives."

Hannah laughed once - a short bark of derision. "I thought that we agreed on no bullshit here," she demanded. "Sounds like you will end up wearing beer after all," she added with annoyance in her voice as she cut her eyes towards Dave.

Infuriatingly, Shaun laughed again, the smirk never leaving his face. "And that right there shows how right I am," he said. "You girls ain't, what... twenty-four? Twenty-five?"

None of the three made an attempt to correct the older man about their ages, so he continued. "Look, I ain't gonna play no games with you. I'm here lookin' for pussy; you know that, I know that, every person in this club knows that. Just like most of the women in here lookin' for dick; after all, it's that kind of place. But there ain't no point in me causing problems for women that don't know what they getting into."

At that, Hannah laughed. "We're hardly virgins," she proclaimed. "We know what sex is, Shaun. We get hit on all the time when we come here; you holding back from doing the same is hardly some sort of chivalrous undertaking to protect our virtue."

Grinning, the older man shook his head. "That ain't what I mean. Y'all are still so young - you don't know what sex really is. Not really. You fooled around in high school, prolly. Maybe fucked some college boys." He paused for a moment, looking at their hands. "One weddin' ring, one engagement ring - so you met some nice guys that take care of you, and you make love to those nice guys, and you think you know what sex is."

The black man recognized that the blonde was about to protest, so he cut her off. "Hold on!" he exclaimed, holding up a puffy hand. "I ain't sayin' you girls are purely innocent. I bet you sucked a dick or two, and think you know somethin'. Given your age - that's just fine."

What could have almost been a genuine smile touched the man's otherwise unattractive features. "Let's say that I did manage to get one of y'all to go home with me. What I'd do to you would ruin sex for you with most other men. Ain't many boys your age could live up to what you'd get with me. And that just wouldn't be right."

It was Madison's turn to laugh. "Let me guess - you have this huge cock that we just couldn't believe, and it would change us forever and ever, right?" The redhead snorted. "I've been with some hung guys. Even if your dick is big, so what? Most hung guys are shit with it, and think that just because it's big, it's supposed to impress us. Most of them are if anything worse at sex."

Shaun shrugged his shoulders and smiled again. "You ain't wrong about that," he declared. "Most guys with big dicks don't know what to do with 'em." He paused with a grin. "I ain't most guys, though. Yeah, it's big, but it's more than that - I ain't some frat boy that only licks a coochie for thirty seconds because she won't let me stick it in if I don't. I would get you off with my mouth again and again, until you were beggin' for that big ol' dick. And then, I'd give it to you - but I ain't making love for ten minutes like some nice white boy and then calling it a night. I can go for a long ass time, and I'd work that pussy till you passed out. When you woke up, we'd start all over."

The unattractive man took a breath and shifted his weight. "And that would be the problem. After that, you'd never be satisfied with your same old borin' sex lives. I'd ruin you, and that just ain't right for me to do."

The annoying thing was that the old guy didn't say any of it like he was bragging; instead, he was speaking with the calm confidence of a seasoned mechanic explaining how an oil change worked. In spite of herself, Hannah found her gaze flick down to the black man's crotch for just a moment; embarrassingly, when she looked back into his eyes, the amusement on his face betrayed that he had clearly watched her do it.

As the heat colored Hannah's cheeks, Andrea stepped in to save her friend. "Yeah, yeah," she offered with a roll of her eyes. "What else were you going to say? You know damn good and well that you'd never have a chance with us, so you spin some bullshit about how sex with you would be so good that we couldn't live without it. I'm sure this works every now and then on a stupid chick drunk out of her mind, but we aren't stupid - or nearly that drunk."

She grabbed Hannah's arm again, and this time, the blonde let herself be led. "We see through your bullshit, old man," Andrea declared as the friends turned away. "And we aren't falling for your crap of pretending to be looking out for us when it's really just you compensating for knowing that you don't have a chance here."

As the three young women exited the club, the older man stood in a relaxed posture, one hand resting on his belly, the other giving them a small wave. "Good night, ladies," he offered. "That's probably the wisest thing y'all can tell yourselves."

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The three women piled into the backseat of the Uber driver's SUV with squeals and laughter. The older man driving the vehicle wore a bored expression and pointedly ignored their antics as they headed to Hannah's house for the first drop off.

Unsurprisingly, the chatter revolved heavily around how the night had ended, especially in regard to Shaun's claims.

"Of course he's full of shit!" Andrea exclaimed. "He doesn't have some magic cock that will change a woman forever."

Hannah laughed as she teased her friend. "I mean, the saying is that once you try black, you'll never go back. Right?"

Andrea rolled her eyes at the blonde's jest. "I don't know," she claimed in a haughty tone. "Maybe we should ask Madison about that!"

"Bitch!" the redhead laughed.

"Slut!" the brunette retorted.

Hannah giggled. "So how much truth is there to it, Madison?" she asked.

Madison shrugged. "All bullshit aside, black guys are a little different, at least in my experience," she explained. "More... I dunno, primal? There's less of the worrying about social norms and more just getting right down to the sex."

"Damn, girl!" Hannah exclaimed. "That sounds hot!"

"Oh, it is," the redhead agreed.

Andrea shook her head in mock disdain. "Yeah, whatever," she argued. "Madison isn't the only one who has ever been with a black guy - and Cam was just like any other guy I've ever dated. Don't let her bullshit you," she insisted.

Madison frowned at her friend. "Maybe your guy was defective!" she teased. "Jamal wasn't boyfriend material, but the sex was damned good. I do think about it sometimes," she admitted.

Hannah laughed. "Enough to consider our suitor tonight?"

Madison broke into laughter. "God, no! Hah, can you imagine that sweaty old man and his fat belly crawling up on top of you?"

The back seat was filled with shrieks of laughter as the teasing continued. The driver's face was a mask of pained longsuffering as he tried his best to ignore his rowdy passengers.

Hannah shook her head at the unwanted mental imagery. For some reason, her mind leaped right to the scenario that Madison had described. She had seen the chubby black man in the club multiple times, and thinking back, he seldom seemed to leave alone. She had never thought about it before, but there definitely were women who were in fact letting that unattractive older guy fuck them.

How could anyone choose to end up in that situation? How could some woman with other options end up naked, spreading her legs to let that fat old man crawl on top and penetrate them? Surely it must feel like being crushed, to have that large black frame on top of them...

"Earth to Hannah, come in Hannah!" Madison exclaimed. "Are you still with us?" she teased.

The blonde shook her head. "Sorry," she mumbled. "I was, ah... just letting my mind wander," she lied.

Andrea snickered. "She's probably trying to figure out if it's worth it to mention to Daniel about this whole Shaun thing, or if she should only tell him about the lawyer," she opined. "What was his name again... Ben?"

Hannah nodded weakly. "Yes, it was Ben. The lawyer, I mean."

Neither of Hannah's friends seemed to notice her discomfiture, however. They were already deep into a discussion as to whether Shaun being interested in Hannah would turn Daniel on or disgust him - and whether it was disgusting if it did in fact turn him on for an unattractive old black man to be into his wife.

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"Hoooney, I'm hooome!" Hannah called in a singsong voice as she stepped through the front door.

"Hey, babe," called the masculine voice from down the hall.

Daniel Jacobs grinned in appreciation as his sexy wife slightly staggered through the doorway to their bedroom. He knew Hannah's crew very well, as well as the trouble that they would get up to; in his mind, the three were a magnet for male attention.

Truth be told, he wasn't far off of the truth. Andrea was the tallest, with dark hair, a willowy build, and small breasts. Madison was the shortest of the three, a curvy redhead with the largest ass and breasts of the friends. Hannah, his own wife, was in between the other two in both height and build, with long, wavy blonde hair, an athletic body, and C cup breasts that made her look simply stacked. With the range of options among the friends, it seemed that at least one of the three was almost every man's type, which led to a never-ending parade of guys offering to buy drinks and join them for dances.

Hannah took in the sight of her lean husband reclining on the bed in nothing but his boxers. Daniel was a good-looking man, she knew; two years her senior, he had short, sandy hair and a lanky build that was firm, if not heavily muscled. She knew that it annoyed Daniel that he didn't quite reach six feet in height, but she couldn't have cared less about that.

She posed at the foot of their bed and arched an eyebrow. "If I didn't know better," she teased, "I might think that you had some sort of expectations for tonight!"

In a flash, Daniel popped up, slipped an arm around his wife's waist, and pulled her down onto the bed.

"Damn right I do," he growled. "I've been waiting all night to fuck my naughty wife!"

Hannah giggled. "And what makes you think that I was naughty?" she asked in an innocent tone.

"The fact that you are breathing?" Daniel retorted. "You know the drill," he demanded as he applied his lips to her neck. "The price of me being such a chill husband and giving you no crap over you flirting shamelessly with strangers is that you have to tell me everything. A deal's a deal!"

The blonde gave a heavy mock sigh as she conceded. "If you insist..." she offered as she began telling her husband of the night's events.

As she spoke, Daniel slowly removed his wife's clothing, applying kisses as he went. He was indeed interested in her stories of Ben the lawyer and how he would let his fingers linger on her hand when he handed her a new drink, and how he was a terrible dancer who mostly just wanted to rub his body against the blonde's... not that Daniel could blame the man.

Typically, she was already all over her husband by this point, but tonight felt a little different. Daniel couldn't quite put his finger on what was amiss, but it seemed like his wife wasn't quite fully in the moment.

Daniel pulled his lips away from his wife's flesh and arched an eyebrow. "Okay, spill it."

For a moment, Hannah tried to play innocent, but Daniel knew her far too well for that to work. With a sigh, she confessed.

"There was... one other situation. It was really weird, though..." she began.

Then, the blonde relayed the entire encounter with Shaun - the claims he had made, how nonplussed he was by the rejection of the three women.

Daniel didn't quite know what to make of his wife's reaction. She was clearly repulsed by the guy, but it was obvious that somehow or another, this unattractive older guy had still managed to worm his way into her psyche. The handsome lawyer was just like every other guy who had hit on her over the past year or so; Hannah obviously had some fun with it, she clearly felt attractive and powerful from receiving the attention. But this fat black guy that Hannah would have never looked twice at had somehow knocked her off of her game with his confident claims.

The more he turned the idea over in his head, the more that Daniel found that it appealed to him. He had always loved the idea of guys flirting with his wife, of these strangers wanting her but not being able to have her. For some crazy reason, the idea of this guy who clearly had no shot with her acting like he was doing her a favor by not trying to sleep with her was even more of a turn on than usual.

Looking into those beautiful blue eyes, Daniel took a chance and shared his observations. "I don't know, babe," he began, "but it looks to me like this ugly old guy got to you more than any of the other guys usually do."

Hannah started to say something, but he cut her off. "Stop, I'm not judging you," he explained. "There's just something to the idea of a guy who knows he has no shot acting like he's doing you a favor by not having sex with you... it's crazy. He ought to feel honored if you let him touch your hand, but him acting like he was the one doing you a favor by not trying to have sex with you... it's wild."

Hannah tried to make some nonchalant reply, but couldn't seem to find the words as Daniel began to slip her satiny purple panties down.

Suddenly, the feminine scent of her arousal filled the bedroom as Hannah's glistening sex came into view.

"Holy shit," Daniel murmured as he stroked a finger through his wife's slippery folds. "Baby, you are soaked! That ugly old bastard really turned you on!"

"Shut up," Hannah demanded as she crawled on top of her husband. "That's enough talk, mister," she declared. "I need you to fuck me - now."

Just before she settled down onto his rigid penis, she frowned. "Damn it," she growled. "Grab a condom, I'm fertile."

Daniel made a slightly disappointed face, as he hated condoms. However, the two of them certainly were not ready for a baby yet, and he knew Hannah's position on accidental pregnancies - that being that it wasn't a baby's fault it had been conceived, so she would never consider terminating a pregnancy for convenience. Being well aware of his wife's convictions, Daniel pulled a condom from the box in the nightstand, and soon enough, he was fully sheathed inside of his wife's warm, wet vagina.

The sandy-haired man groaned as his wife began to aggressively ride him, her ample breasts bouncing enticingly with every stroke.

As Hannah rode her husband hard, each of them couldn't help but wonder how it might have looked if she was instead riding the ugly, heavyset black stranger. Similarly, neither of them was quite prepared to share the fact that they were thinking about it.

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Hannah had met Daniel in college, when he drove a beater to her dorm to deliver pizza. She had flirted with him on her roommate's dare, and he was somehow witty enough to realize what was going on but still make her laugh hard enough that both she and Jessica had wanted to get to know him.

When his first date with Hannah went well, Daniel had politely let Jessica know that he didn't feel right chatting with both of them the next time that she texted him. That first date led to another, which quickly led to a serious relationship that somehow never felt serious - it just felt like there was nowhere else in the world that Hannah would rather be.

Graduation saw Daniel take a good job and advance quickly. They married not long after Hannah's own commencement, then lived in a crappy apartment for a year while eating ramen and the cheapest hot dogs that money could buy until they put a down payment on a little house.

Babies were a "definite someday," but neither of them was quite ready for that yet. They both enjoyed a lifestyle that didn't quite vibe with diapers and playdates, and neither of them was interested yet in trading in spontaneous weekend trips, visits to the club, or uninterrupted nights of sleep for the responsibilities of parenthood.

Hannah had gone on the pill in high school - she had told her mom that it was for her complexion and to regulate her cramps, and her mom, not wanting a surprise grandbaby, had the sense to not argue. However, after three years of a nearly nonexistent libido and a constant fight against weight gain, Hannah had gone off of it - and there was no way that she was ever going back. She wasn't interested in trying other pills or rings or whatever in the hopes that their hormones agreed with her body better. No, she and Daniel were quite content to rely on condom use and careful monitoring of her calendar, and with their disciplined approach, it had worked flawlessly.

The marriage didn't look like every marriage, Hannah knew that. No, their marriage was different, special, full of trust and understanding that all of her friends were openly jealous of.

Life was more than good.

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The next handful of days were a little odd around the Jacobs house. Normally, Hannah's little excursions provided a bump in the couple's sex life - particularly if the blonde had attracted any special attention. Daniel loved to dirty talk around it, and she always gave it back just as good as she got. Instead, this time had led to things being a little awkward, a little weird between them.

There were no breaks in their sex lives, but instead of the charged encounters that usually followed one of her club nights, the sexual connections just felt... a little off. Beyond that, times that normally fell into easy conversations were punctuated by awkward silences. No one was upset, but neither one of them seemed to be on exactly the same wavelength, either.

Always before, the idea of some other man with Hannah had been some distant, abstract creation of fantasy; it was just dirty talk, nothing more. This Shaun guy, though, felt all too real to her. Sure, he had to be bullshitting about how he would ruin her or whatever with his amazing sexual prowess, but he clearly had something going for him, given the way that he was regularly hooking up with women at the club.

And his direct approach... the typical guy at the club was obviously after the same thing that the old black man was, but they would hide behind manners, feign politeness, chat about her interests, brag about themselves. In short, they would do something to try to lure her in. This Shaun character was different - he laid it out there that he wanted pussy, and if the women weren't interested, it didn't seem to bother him at all, as he was sure that he would find one who was. The confidence that he was going to get his no matter what just set Hannah off-balance, and she couldn't seem to stop thinking about that conversation back at the club. Worse still, she realized that these thoughts were making her wet, and she didn't know how to process her body reacting like this.

That same mental image that Madison had planted in her mind in the Uber that night - the image of a fat, older black man sweating on top of her own naked body - kept springing, uninvited, to Hannah's mind. The idea was revolting, as the man was undoubtedly gross... so why did she keep thinking about it? Why did she keep wondering how it would feel to have his weight pressing down on her, wondering what his cock might be like, might feel like... fuck, what the hell was wrong with her?

Meanwhile, Daniel obviously didn't really know what was going on in his wife's head, but he was also struggling with an unexpected bit of fixation. Always before, it had been sufficient to simply know that other men wanted his wife and were actively hitting on her - albeit with no actual chance of success. They were faceless, shapeless entities, but knowing that his wife was sexually desired by strangers had been enough to turn him on. Even so, he had never really focused on what her actually having sex with another man might look like... not until now.

This fat older guy had been very explicit with Daniel's wife as to what he would supposedly do to her. He hadn't tried to impress her - in fact, his words had supposedly been meant to warn her away. But the casual way this stranger had been so explicitly sexual in his conversation with Hannah fired Daniel's imagination in ways that he had never before considered... and knowing that the black man had gotten her so wet was a mind fuck.

If Hannah could be physically aroused by the talk, by thinking about sex with a guy like that... well, what if this Shaun truly was as sexually skilled as he claimed? Daniel kept picturing his wife's face twisted up in pleasure from the attention of some unattractive older black guy, and as much as the idea disgusted him, he discovered that he was staying highly aroused thanks to those thoughts.

It was twisted as fuck, but the idea of his beautiful, sexy wife lowering herself to allow some guy that was so far beneath her to bring her to that sort of pleasure just wouldn't leave Daniel alone. Try as he might, Daniel's thoughts kept slipping back to the idea of his wife with this unattractive black guy, and those thoughts never failed to get him hard. But then, he would think of his sweet, beautiful wife, and feel ashamed of himself for fixating on such depravity. But soon enough, his mind would wander back there again...

The strangeness between them came into sharp focus just three days after the club visit. Daniel had initiated sex by going down on his wife; after a longer than usual delay, the buildup was reliable, and Hannah's orgasm was satisfactory - if not noteworthy. Without being prompted, Daniel had grabbed a condom before penetrating his wife, as it was still close enough to a fertile day to be extra careful. The sex was... nice, but it was also clear after ten minutes of penetration that neither of them was progressing well. Daniel tried pressing the usual buttons - kissing Hannah's neck, teasing her nipple with his tongue - but she didn't seem to be quite there with him, and if he was being fully honest, he was having trouble mentally engaging, as well.

Finally, in desperation, he made a teasing comment. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Wondering what it would be like to go home with Shaun, to see if he really would ruin you?"

Hannah's blue eyes crackled in annoyance for a moment, but then, she laughed. "He wishes!" she exclaimed. "And apparently, so does my husband! What's the matter," she teased back. "Am I too much for you, and you need some help?"

Neither of them would admit it, but the exchange broke the ice, and soon, they were both deeply engaged in sex with one another - while both were also fantasizing about what it might be like to introduce someone else to the equation.

The next day, Daniel had finally had enough of sidestepping the elephant in the room. "We have to talk," he stated plainly.

Hannah sighed, but then agreed. At first, the conversation was awkward, but soon enough, it all came spilling out. It helped that every time one of them admitted some aspect of how they were dwelling on the idea of this guy, the other echoed the sentiment; before long, they realized how similar their fantasies had become.

"I can't believe that you are actually fantasizing about another man having sex with me," Hannah said. "Flirting is one thing," she allowed, "but actual sex? That's another thing entirely."

"I know," Daniel nodded. "And I know that it's crazy. It's just..." he paused, searching for the right words. "The idea is scary, it is. And if it was some handsome guy like your lawyer friend from the other night, I don't know that I could deal with that. If he's good looking, has money, whatever... that would feel like a threat, you know?"

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Baby," she reassured her husband, "there are no threats. I love you and only you."

"I know that," Daniel replied. "And I believe you. I do. But..." he hesitated, again carefully considering his words, "it's just that, if you were going to have sex with somebody else, this old guy who you clearly would never be attracted to just doesn't feel like the same sort of risk. It's not like you're going to catch feelings for some fat black dude in his fifties, right?"

Hannah scowled. "I wouldn't catch feelings with anyone else, Daniel!" she protested. "That's not what this is about. Not what it would ever be about."

Daniel frowned. "I know, I know. I'm not saying that you would," he explained. "It's just that... with that out of the equation, it would only be for sex. Nothing else." He paused, a knot in his stomach as he spoke. "As crazy as it sounds," he admitted, "it would be really hot to see you like that. Sort of like seeing my own wife starring in a porno just for me. And if this guy half as good as he claims, it sounds like you would have a good time."

The blonde laughed. "If you say so! You're not the one who would have that fat belly squishing you!" she teased.

"You have to admit," Daniel offered, "he would probably bring his absolute A-game for you. If you're that far out of his league, you'd be the hottest woman - by far - that he would have ever been with. I imagine that he would use every trick he had to impress you, in the hopes that he would get another shot with you."

That made Hannah laugh again. "When did we go from this being a thing to try once to this guy trying to get me to become his regular side piece?"

Daniel laughed along, but the very idea of his wife being this ugly guy's "side piece" was making him harder than he would ever admit.

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The next few weeks saw a massive uptick in dirty talk between the Jacobses. Now that the idea had not only been planted but acknowledged by both of them, the concept of Hannah actually having sex with another man became regularly featured in their sex life. Sometimes, they would steer the fantasy towards some faceless stranger, but the ugly, heavyset man from the bar - with his inexplicable confidence bordering on arrogance - became the focus far more times than not. Try as she might, Hannah could not deny the effect that Shaun and his charisma had on her, nor could Daniel shake the twisted, kinky appeal of his beautiful, sexy young wife allowing herself to be used by someone like the older man.

Their own sex was enjoyable enough, and they both relied on sex to help cement a closeness with one another. That said, more and more, they found themselves circling back to this taboo fantasy to really push the intensity of their lovemaking sessions over the top. The scenario of Hannah surrendering her body to a man who would have never had a shot with her just seemed so powerful, so forbidden, so consuming... it never failed to escalate their arousal and intensify their orgasms.

Then came the Friday night that would change their lives forever.

Originally, Madison had been supposed to pick Hannah up to hang out at the redhead's house and watch scary movies. However, the guy that Madison had been chatting with for a couple of weeks asked her out, and being a good friend, Hannah encouraged the date. Andrea had a date with her own fiancé, so Hannah found herself listless and without plans.

At first, Daniel offered to stand in for Madison and watch scary movies with his wife, but he could tell that her heart wasn't in it; the two friends had done these movie marathons for years now, and Hannah knew full well that her husband wasn't the biggest horror fan. So, after feeling his heart start to race, Daniel made an alternate suggestion.

"What if we go hang out at Club Destiny tonight?" he asked. "I'll dance a couple dances, you can flirt some, then we can come back and have some fun at home."

Hannah's blue eyes narrowed in response. "What are you really suggesting?" she asked. She knew full well that Daniel hated the club scene, so him offering to take her to a club - and not just any club, but Club Destiny - seemed like a very clumsy front.

Daniel held up his hands defensively. "Hey, I'm just trying to make sure that you have a fun time." The blonde's dubious stare made him grin. "Okay, okay," he admitted. "I'm curious to see this Shaun fellow in person, and I'm wondering if he would say anything else to you. But either way, I figure that you get flirted with, we both get turned on, and we have a good time later. Okay?"

Mollified at the answer, Hannah agreed, and soon enough, they were on their way.

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Club Destiny was packed on a Friday night. Daniel had to pay the full cover charge, but Thomas the bouncer was working, and he waved Hannah in with a friendly grin after recognizing her.

"You do realize that most of the women who come here don't get that same treatment, right?" Daniel pointed out. "You get it because you are hot."

Hannah rolled her eyes and noted that she was something of a regular, but Daniel wasn't having it. Truth be told, her husband's words did make her feel sexy - and he was right that few women got the "no cover charge" treatment. Certainly, only hotter women seemed to get the privilege; that knowledge put a grin on the blonde's face as they walked in the door.

True to his word, Daniel did dance two or three dances with her before moving to a table with a nice view of the dance floor to nurse a beer and watch his wife work. It was obvious that some men noticed that the blonde kept coming back to Daniel, and they put two and two together before choosing to stay away. Others seemed to decide that if she was going to hang out in a pickup joint like Club Destiny, it was at least worth a shot to approach her; Daniel's proximity didn't seem to significantly deter the number of drinks or dance offers sent her way.

Almost two hours had passed before the couple finally ran into Shaun. Or, rather, he ran into them.

The balding black man seemingly appeared out of nowhere, his large forehead beaded with sweat, as he stood next to the Jacobses' table.

"I thought that I recognized my blonde friend here," he stated in a deep voice, with a grin on his face. "But where are the two girls I always see you with?"

Hannah gave an empty smile in return. "They are on dates tonight," she answered.

Shaun nodded. "Looks like you are, too," he observed. He looked over at Daniel, then back to Hannah, before giving a nod. "This must be the husband," he spoke. A meaty paw was extended by way of greeting. "I'm Shaun," he offered.

The couple exchanged a glance as Daniel shook the older man's hand and offered a greeting. Sensing the awkwardness, the black man grinned. "Well, I'll leave y'all to it. I didn't mean to intrude, just thought I'd say hello."

With that, he headed toward the bar to order a drink. Not long after he had parked himself on an end stool, a middle-aged white woman in a leopard print skirt joined him, and the two of them began chatting.

Meanwhile, Daniel was giving his wife a grin of his own. "So, this is the guy that says he would ruin you?" he asked.

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Exactly," she answered. "You thought I was exaggerating! Now you see how it was just so crazy that this would be the guy to say that shit to us. I mean, just look at him!"

As Daniel took a sip of his beer, he considered the pudgy man who was chatting up the woman at the bar. The guy was short, fat, balding, and quite frankly, ugly - not to mention, easily old enough to be Hannah's dad. Where the hell did he get off making the sort of wild claims that he had made to her?

And yet... what if he could back them up? In the past weeks, the idea of sharing his wife with another man had grown to become an important focus of Daniel's sexual fantasies. If this guy really could show Hannah a good time, it would be so hot - in such a twisted way. There was no way that Hannah would ever see anything in a guy like that; it would be for sex only, nothing else. Surely, despite his bravado, the black man would leap at the chance to be with someone as hot as Hannah.

Daniel wasn't sure if that thought excited or nauseated him more. As he started to say something else to Hannah, Daniel couldn't help but notice that despite her protest, his wife seemed to be focused rather intently on the black man and the woman that had just joined him at the bar. Was she more invested in this situation than she was trying to let on?

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A half hour later, Hannah was washing her hands in the ladies' room when an older brunette stepped up to the sink next to her. The younger blonde recognized the newcomer as the woman who had joined Shaun at the bar.

Hannah felt a pique of curiosity; what would a woman who actually sought out a man like Shaun be like? After taking a breath, she addressed the stranger. "Hey there. I saw you chatting with Shaun. Do you know him?"

The brunette finished touching up her lipstick as she gave Hannah a sideways glance. "You could say that, I suppose."

Hannah stumbled for words as she awkwardly tried to continue the small talk that she had instigated. "Gotcha," she said. "He seems... nice."

The other woman put her lipstick in her purse and arched an eyebrow. "Nice? Shaun? Since when?"

Hannah found herself giggling in minor embarrassment, and shook her head. "I'm sorry," she offered. "I saw you come up to chat with him; I figured that you two must be friends..."

The brunette gave a derisive laugh. "We are definitely not friends, sweetheart," she stated flatly. "Don't get me wrong, Shaun is a useful guy to have around, if you know what I mean, but I don't know how much time you really want to spend with him, otherwise."

Confusion clearly registered on Hannah's face at the other woman's words. "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand," she replied.

The older woman chuckled. "Honey, the man is a maestro with that cock," she explained, "so he's very nice to have around for that. For that very reason, I had hoped that he might go home again with me tonight, but that's apparently not happening." She offered the blonde a rueful grin. "You're younger than he usually messes around with, but he's worth your time and then some."

She pointedly glanced at Hannah's wedding ring. "Just don't tell your husband. Or else tell him that he'll just have to understand."

With that, the older woman left the restroom and headed back into the club.

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As Hannah stepped back into the palpable bass of the club to make her way back to Daniel's table, a swirl of confusing thoughts ran through her head. The older woman in the restroom had encouraged Hannah to either cheat on her husband - or to inform him that he would have to accept her having sex with Shaun. These ideas were revolting, terrifying... and somehow, a little intriguing. Unless the older black man had somehow put this woman up to vouching for him, she had basically corroborated his claims about his sexual prowess.

Both Hannah and her husband had been operating under the belief that the overweight older man was full of shit, that he was just boasting as a way to compensate for his lack of attractiveness. Yes, they had both wondered if it was possible that he was telling the truth, but now, the older brunette had confirmed that he wasn't simply bragging.

There was no doubt that Hannah needed to talk to Daniel about this. Their entire relationship was built on trust and honesty - even if the truth was uncomfortable, they could always count on the other telling it like it was. As such, there was no way that she would keep this from her husband; he deserved to know that at least one unaffiliated third party seemed to agree with Shaun's self-assessment of his prowess.

Just before she reached Daniel's table, however, she was intercepted by a tall, well-dressed man in his early thirties. "Hi, I'm Mark!" the man managed to communicate above the volume of the music. "You looked like you could use a drink... and maybe you'd give me a dance after?"

The blonde looked over at Daniel, who grinned back and raised his glass in a mock salute. She supposed that it didn't matter if she shared the restroom conversation with him right this specific moment, as long as she did share it with Daniel - who clearly was wanting to see his wife flirt some. She rolled her eyes, accepted the drink, and smiled politely while the tall gentleman leaned in to chat with her.

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One dance became two. The tall fellow was replaced by a man slightly shorter and slightly less well-dressed, but with mischievous eyes and a fresh drink. And so it went for the next forty-five minutes or so; men would approach, offer drinks, chat, and dance with Hannah one after another. Often, a new man was waiting when the song would change; every time she looked over to find Daniel, she would see him sipping his beer and offering her smiles and gestures of encouragement.

The cumulative effects of the alcohol had Hannah past the point of feeling any pain; her dancing grew more suggestive, her flirting more forward. Men grew more bold with their touches, and while she never allowed it to get raunchy, she did allow plenty of caresses of her ass and plenty of subtle touches of the underside of her breasts as hands were placed on her sides. Still, Daniel always looked happy; she checked in a couple of times, but he consistently sent her right back out to dance and flirt more.

Eventually, Hannah realized that her feelings of fun had definitely begun to be accompanied by serious arousal; after all, a girl could only have so many handsome, clearly interested men grind up against her before it started to have an effect. She casually steered her dance partner close to Daniel's table, and while her partner had his back turned, the blonde tapped on her wrist as if pointing at a watch and mouthed "it is almost time to go" to her husband, who nodded with a huge grin while giving her a thumbs up.

Yes, the sex at home was going to be pretty good tonight.

When the song changed, a new partner cut in; at first, Hannah's eyes were focused on Daniel, and she had ignored the new man beside her on the dance floor. When the beat kicked back up, she looked back and startled - there, inches from her own face, were the sloping forehead and large lips belonging to Shaun.

Her stomach did a little flip-flop, but Hannah stayed outwardly cool. Instead, she leaned in so that the older man could hear her over the DJ. "I thought that you weren't interested in girls like me," she teased.

The older black man gave a wide grin. "I didn't say that, what I said is that I don't hit on girls your age," he replied. "I never said you wasn't sexy."

For once, Hannah managed to collar her sarcasm, and instead just gave a little smile in reply to the infuriating man. For reasons she didn't fully understand, the blonde threw herself into that dance with real gusto. Soon, she turned around, with Shaun dancing close behind her.

After a few moments of dancing, Hannah decided to give it everything she had to turning the old man on. Then she would leave, and she would show him who was in control. Daniel would take her home, they would enjoy some delicious dirty talk while he made love to her, and it would be a great night. For the first time all evening, she was almost glad that Madison had cancelled on her.

At first, the blonde began really emphasizing moves to shake her ass. When Shaun placed his meaty hands on her waist, Hannah turned her efforts up, leaning forward a bit and grinding her ass directly against the older man's crotch.

Hannah felt the black man's hands begin to roam around her body, looked down and saw his thick fingers spread across her flat stomach. And then, she felt what she had been expecting to feel - maybe this old man did have experience, but his body responded like any man's. His penis was growing firm against her ass; from what she could tell, it probably was pretty substantial.

Rather than cause her to step away, Shaun's growing erection encouraged Hannah to redouble her efforts and give the dancing every ounce of raunchy energy that she could come up with. She felt a thrill rush through her body in response to the way that she felt so in control of the situation. For all his big talk, the older man's cock got hard like any other man's, he ran his hands over her body like any other man would. Given the encouragement she was giving by grinding against him like she was, she fully expected the black man to dance several dances with her before revisiting his idea that he wasn't interested in girls like her. The idea was more than a little arousing; Hannah was looking forward to turning the older man down, then making love to her husband - no, scratch that, fucking her husband tonight while she told him of the big cock that had rubbed against her on the dance floor.

When the song came to an end, she felt the overweight man pull away from her. Momentarily, he was standing in front of the blonde.

"Thanks for the dance, girl," he offered. "You have a good night, now."

With that, he was gone, leaving Hannah standing in stunned silence as the next song started.

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As Hannah found herself swept up in another dance with the tall, well-dressed man from earlier, she found herself inwardly reeling. When Shaun had approached her on the dance floor, she had deliberately teased him - and teased him hard - specifically to demonstrate that he was full of shit, that he was like any other man trolling for pussy, that he would have done anything for a shot with her if offered an actual chance. His erection had proved his obvious interest, his hands on her body had confirmed it.

And yet, he had simply walked away. As the music thumped, the blonde found herself unsteady, her arousal rapidly giving way to frustration. The smug sense of control she had enjoyed was gone, ripped away without ceremony or warning, leaving Hannah terribly off-balance and unsure of what to think.

Meanwhile, Daniel found himself needing to adjust his position in his seat to hide his own growing erection. His wife's flirting had slowly intensified as the night had worn on, but when the old black man had joined her, she had ramped up her efforts significantly to shamelessly tease him. He had seen the smug grin on the man's ugly face; it was obvious that Shaun was enjoying the blonde's firm ass against him - as would any man who wasn't gay or dead.

He knew the look on his wife's face, too - she was turned on, and badly so. It was time to take advantage of that fact; they would be getting out of this place soon and heading home for what promised to be scaldingly hot sex. Daniel planned to let this go on for two, perhaps three more dances, then interject himself into the situation. Hannah had already gestured that it was almost time to go; he would step in, collect her, and take serious advantage of their mutual arousal.

Only, as the song came to an end, Shaun stepped back in front of Hannah, gave what looked like a polite statement, then walked away. The look on his wife's face said everything - the older man had left and wasn't coming back.

Daniel didn't know what to think. Every other man at the club who thought that they had any sliver of a chance hung around the blonde like so many hungry dogs; Shaun, on the other hand, had seen the sexy young woman all but throw herself at him, and had walked away.

A faint sense of disquiet, of unease, settled in to mix with Daniel's confusion. He didn't understand what game was being played, but some instinct warned him that something was indeed going on. It just didn't make any sense for the black man to walk away like that.

Meanwhile, Hannah had been swept into another dance with one of the handsome men from before, and the looks on that man's face were equally easy to read. Daniel decided that now was not the time to dwell on the obtuse games that some older man might be playing; he set aside that unease to focus on the fact that it had been a very successful evening of flirting, that his wife was surely turned on, and that they would be leaving shortly to have some great sex.

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Two songs later, the DJ signaled a break, and Hannah made eye contact with Daniel, who gestured at his own wrist, echoing her earlier suggestion that it was about time to leave. She thanked Matt - or was it Mark - for the dances and drinks, then made her way off the dance floor.

As she approached the table, she pushed down the feelings of frustration and annoyance and worked to put on a good face. After all, it had been a successful night; Daniel would surely be turned on to a high degree, as he rarely got to actually see her flirt - and when he did, the experience was typically more impactful than just imagining what had gone on.

Daniel gestured toward the bar. "Looks like we caught a slow moment to go settle up," he suggested. "We can get on out of here, if you are ready..."

Hannah gave a weak grin as she looked over at the bar and let her gaze linger for a moment, but just before she agreed, she impulsively countered. "Uh... sure thing, babe, but I really need to hit the bathroom first, okay?" There was no good reason to stay any longer, but Hannah found that she wasn't quite ready to go yet.

"Yeah, okay," Daniel answered. "No problem, I'll wait for you."

As Hannah left to head to the restroom, Daniel frowned slightly. Something about his wife's body language was just a bit... odd. It felt almost like she was looking for something... or someone. He wondered if her alcohol consumption had maybe led to her getting a little sidetracked from the clear plan of heading home for sex. Or was it something else?

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As the restroom door closed behind her, Hannah couldn't help but think of the conversation she had shared there with the older brunette an hour or so ago. Daniel would have a laugh about it when she told him about the chat later.

Thinking about how the older woman had been so matter of fact about Shaun's prowess and how it would "be worth Hannah's time" just served to throw the blonde even more off-balance. She had been more than a little surprised at the brunette's claims, but the encounter with Shaun on the dance floor had her reeling. Rejection was not something Hannah had dealt with often, and the rejection following her steadily growing arousal had thrown her all out of sorts.

As she washed her hands, Hannah considered a vague notion that she ought to confront Shaun, tell him off, point out that he had never actually had a chance with her, so there was no way he could have rejected her. Yes, it would be satisfying to put the fat old man in his place, who did he even think he was anyway?

But as she opened the door, she decided that she was being ridiculous; it was probably just the booze making her obsess. The only thing that she really needed to do was to head home with Daniel and fuck his brains out. That made so much more sense than fretting over some guy who she would have never even given the time of day to had he not had some asshole retort to Madison's insult before.

"There you are," Daniel exclaimed, slipped his hand into hers as she exited the restroom area. "Let's settle up and head home," he suggested.

Just as Hannah nodded, they both saw him at the same time. There, leaning against the bar and idly chatting with the bartender, was Shaun.

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As the couple approached the bar, the black man continued his conversation with the bartender. For a brief moment, Daniel considered walking up to the bar well away from Shaun so as to keep plenty of physical separation between them, but the idea felt cowardly. There was nothing to fear, plus it would be rude to make the bartender walk over when there was plenty of space to engage with him in his current spot.

"Closing out Jacobs, please," Daniel spoke when he caught the bartender's eye.

The man nodded and moved to locate Daniel's credit card from the drawer beneath the cash register, but naturally, the DJ's break had sent patrons seeking drinks, so the bartender gave Daniel a "give me a just a minute, please" as he moved to pour a few drinks.

"Y'all headed out, then?" came the deep-voiced question from the heavyset older man.

Daniel nodded and gave a polite grin. "Yes, sir," he said. "I think that it's time for me to take my wife home."

Shaun bobbed his head in agreement. "That's a fine idea," he offered. "Dance floor won't be open but one more hour anyway, y'all get a head start on the crowd, and you avoid getting into any trouble." He nodded sagely. "Yes sir, that's a fine idea."

Her warring emotions - plus some slightly lowered inhibitions from the alcohol - made Hannah desperately want to engage the smug old bastard. His words sounded innocent enough, but all three of them knew exactly what he was implying - that he would be the "trouble" Hannah might "get into".

The brunette's words from the restroom conversation echoed in Hannah's mind - it was bad enough when she believed that Shaun was full of shit, but hearing testimony from someone else to validate his claims made it even harder for the young wife to remain silent. Still, the smart thing - without a doubt - was to keep her mouth shut and walk away.

Again, Hannah had never been very good at walking away.

As her blue eyes crackled with fire, the words tumbled out of the blonde's mouth seemingly of their own volition. "Get into trouble?" she asked with a hard edge to her voice. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Shaun's thick lips slipped into a smirk as he initially ignored the young woman's query, focusing instead on her husband.

"Daniel, wasn't it?" the black man asked. When Daniel nodded, he continued.

"I'm guessin' that Miss Hannah here already told you what I said to her and her friends a few weeks back," the older man observed. "Is that the case?"

Daniel nodded again as he felt the blood rush to his ears. "Yes, she told me all about the chat that you had with them," he stated flatly. Suddenly, the shared conversations between he and Hannah since that night felt embarrassing, though Daniel knew full well that it was silly to feel embarrassed. There was no way that this Shaun character could have known what he and his wife talked about in private!

"That's good," Shaun observed. "It's good that she didn't keep you in the dark, that she told you everything." Was it Hannah's imagination, or had the older man placed extra emphasis on that final word?

Now, it was Hannah's turn to feel embarrassment. She hadn't mentioned tonight's conversation with the older woman in the restroom to Daniel... but to be fair, she hadn't really had a chance to do so yet. It's not like she was hiding it from him! Fortunately, her husband's voice ran interference over that subject.

"Absolutely," the younger man nearly boasted. "We believe in open communication - period. Hannah told me that you explained that you didn't hit on women like her and her friends because you were doing them a favor."

Shaun chuckled. "Somethin' like that," he replied. "Being sexy young women, they seemed more interested in takin' what I said as some sort of diss or somethin'."

The stocky man smiled appraisingly as his gaze slid over the couple. "Naturally, your wife is very pretty - and very hot," he stated. "I mean no disrespect, of course, but that's plain for all to see."

Daniel made some noise as if to accept the compliment, but Shaun's expression fell into a slight smirk as he continued. "All that said, I don't expect that you would take any offense by me paying any compliments, now would you?"

Even as he was careful to maintain a neutral smile, Daniel felt a wave of unease roll through his body at the black man's words. It felt like the older guy was pulling strings that Daniel couldn't quite see the connections to. His strong impulse was to ignore the man's words, but Hannah couldn't seem to help taking the bait.

Once more, blue eyes flashed in annoyance. Shaun was teasing them, and Hannah couldn't seem to let that slide. "You ignored me before," she accused, "and here you go again. What are you implying here? If you have something to say, then say it!"

Shaun chuckled. "You want me to talk plain?" he asked. "Fine. It's very obvious that the two of you like to play games. Sexy little blonde wife comes in this club dressed like that and shaking her ass, getting free drinks, rubbing up on men. I seen that wedding ring, wondered if she was just being a bad girl, but turns out, hubby knows and likes when his little wife is naughty. That about the size of it?"

Daniel started to stammer a response, but Shaun pressed on. "Ain't no thing, no sense to pretend. Lots of men like to see their wives wanted by other men. Lots of couples get off on that kind of thing. I had wondered if y'all might not be one of them."

His cheeks tingling with embarrassment, Daniel glanced at the bartender, who seemed hell bent on making drinks for half the county before he got around to settling their tab.

Hannah felt like she was standing on quicksand. It was one thing to share this kind of thing with Madison and Andrea - it was quite another to have some ugly old man who claimed legendary sexual prowess to casually chat with her and her husband about the topic. Trying desperately to not show the vulnerability that she felt, the blonde replied casually. "So what if we do? I haven't seen anyone complain about dancing with me."

Shaun chuckled, a gleam in his eye that seemed to annoyingly be able to see into their intentions. "No, I don't expect that they have, girl. You right about that," he declared. He paused a moment, as if calculating something, before speaking again. "The way I see it, though, is that you two probably been fantasizing about more than a little dancin' in the club."

Daniel gave a hollow protest. "I don't know what you mean," he claimed.

"Bullshit," Shaun laughed. "I thought we were talking plain here, not playing anymore games." He fixed the two of them with an appraising gaze. "Unless I'm wrong, the two of you have been at this a while, and like lots of folks who that enjoy that kind of talk, you've been thinking about Daniel here sharing his sexy young wife with another man. I bet y'all talk about it at home, and both of you get off on the fantasy."

The couple were so dumbfounded at their secret kink being exposed that for a moment, even Hannah was silenced.

The older man took the opportunity to continue. "Judging by how y'all look at each other, I'm betting that so far, you haven't ever done it. Maybe y'all say shit like 'it's all just a fantasy' and pretend that you don't want to actually try it. Am I right?"

Hannah tried desperately to hold on to her bravado. "So what if we do? What business is it of yours?" she demanded.

Hannah's emotions were swirling. Was this guy actually trying to proposition them? Surely he didn't think that they would consider something like that, even if she and her husband did play around with this sort of fantasy. Only... the brunette's words flooded back to Hannah's mind, and with a start, she realized that she was unconsciously squeezing her thighs together in arousal.

Shaun shook his head and smirked. "I suppose that, aside from you grinding that tight little ass all over my cock for most of a song, it's not."

At his mention of the word, Hannah's gaze seemed drawn inexorably to the black man's crotch. She looked at it - God help her, she looked at it.

As she glanced up, the blonde immediately realized that both Shaun and Daniel had seen her do it. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and yet, her body flushed with... something else.

Daniel saw his wife's reaction, and suddenly, a thought hit him like a load of bricks - at some level, Hannah was indeed somehow attracted to this ugly older black man. He felt arousal and confusion wash over him; all of their dirty talk had been of the hypothetical variety, but this guy had seen right through all of that. He had a nauseating realization - if the two of them wanted this to happen, Shaun would likely be willing to be their third - and would do it tonight.

A look at his wife's eyes showed Daniel that she was also feeling confused, off-balance... and that she was definitely turned on.

The young man tried to swallow against his suddenly dry mouth before he spoke. "I suppose that you are going to offer us your services, then?" he asked with a flat tone.

Shaun chuckled in response. "That's some way to put it. If you are askin' if I'll fuck your wife, the answer is of course I will. She is one of the sexiest women that comes here; any man would love to have her."

The words knocked Hannah even further off-balance. She was so far out of this guy's league, yet he had rejected her earlier. Now, he was calmly talking about how he would like to fuck her, like he was talking about how he'd like to go fishing or get a sandwich. She should have been infuriated at this bastard's casual, lewd conversation, but for reasons she couldn't quite put to words, she found herself intrigued, a little scared, more than a little aroused.

Shaun's face grew serious. "Look," he spoke, "I will fuck your wife if that's what the two of you really want. And unlike a lot of folks that try this shit and end up unhappy cause they get with some dude that can't get it up, or that don't give a shit about the woman getting' off long as they get their dick wet, I will take care of her."

The black man's earlier braggadocio was gone as he talked. Instead, his manner was very calm and matter of fact. "Like I told your wife and her friends, though, y'all probably should just leave." He fixed his gaze on Daniel. "Can you handle seein' your wife have orgasm after orgasm with another man? Can you deal with seein' her take a big cock? I ain't gonna just hit it and quit it. I'm gonna get her off plenty before I think about getting' mine - and I'd still be good to go again. By the time I'd be done, she'd be whooped."

He let his glance drift to the blonde. "She's young, she ain't never had sex like it can be - and I mean that as no disrespect to you, Daniel. But I have more years of fucking than you have of living, and I'm prolly packing more than your girl has ever seen, let alone had. If y'all do this, it will change sex for her forever - and I don't want to mess up things for nobody. It's likely best that y'all just keep this as dirty talk between the two of you."

Finally, the bartender returned with Daniel's receipt and a pen. "Thanks, guys, hope to see you again soon!" the man offered cheerfully as he unknowingly interrupted. After collecting Daniel's signature, the bartender headed back to the register. The DJ had apparently returned from his break as the relative quiet of the club suddenly exploded again into thunderous bass.

Shaun leaned in to be heard over the background volume. "Well, I'm gonna hit the john before I head back out there," he offered. "You folks have a good night," he offered with a smile before turning away.

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Shaun was gone, leaving the Jacobses alone by the bar. Club Destiny was entering the final hour before closing time; the "meat market" nature of the place meant that hard sells were being applied all over the place as patrons in various stages of intoxication decided whether they would pair up with a stranger for the night.

Rather than trying an aggressive sales pitch of his own, the homely older man had simply expressed what he could offer, encouraged the couple to keep things a fantasy, and then walked away.

Daniel wasn't sure what to think, what to feel. He and his wife had enjoyed this fantasy for weeks now, and they had come here tonight to let her flirt in front of her husband and get them both keyed up for more fantasy-fueled sex later. Shaun had shot the fantasy down, placing a concrete offer in its place. His casual confidence, the absolutely certainty of his words suggested that he very well could provide exactly what they were looking for - if they actually wanted to consider making this fantasy a reality.

A cocktail of emotions coursed through Daniel's veins. His arousal had been slowly ramped up all night long and had reached a boiling point when his wife had wantonly grinded against the black man on the dance floor. But it had all been framed around fantasy, around knowing that they weren't actually seeking sex with anyone else. The cold reality that they could achieve such a thing by a short conversation was terrifying.

What if they did do it? The one real safety rail in place was one that Daniel still believed firmly in - even if Shaun's claims were remotely true and he was some sex savant - was that he could count on this Shaun guy not being a threat to their marriage. Hannah wasn't going to get emotionally entangled with an older, unattractive guy like this. Shaun didn't look like he had money or status or anything else to really tempt the younger woman into anything but sex for the sake of the sex. Which honestly, was really the ideal sort of situation if they did decide to bring these fantasies to life.

Still, there was a note of unease behind it all. The black man had raised valid points. Could he really handle seeing his wife cum with another guy? Fantasy was well and good, but if they went through with it and Daniel hated it, they couldn't unfuck Hannah - what was done would be done.

Hannah was also struggling to process her own cocktail of powerful emotions, but her internal conflict was fading fast.

The words from the woman in the restroom kept swirling around her head, and they continued to validate everything that Shaun claimed. Hannah wasn't drunk - or, at the least, not sloppily so - but her inhibitions had grown incredibly silent due to the alcohol's influence.

Daniel had encouraged her to flirt with other men for nearly a year, now. The past few weeks had escalated to the point that they hardly ever seemed to have sex without dirty talk focused on Hannah fucking some other man; both she and Daniel had cum quite a few times thinking about it.

Still, Hannah was scared of turning the fantasy into reality, and it was obvious that Daniel was scared of it, too. Even so, it was also obvious that neither of them were able to simply drop the subject.

If they were going to actually do it, why not tonight? The invitation was right there, with a guy that apparently actually knew what he was doing. That seemed way better than just hanging out at a bar and chatting up random guys who might not even know where the clit was, or signing up for some creepy swinger app online and trying to navigate it. She knew from Madison's stories how hard it was to find a guy on a regular dating site; surely trying to find a guy online for this would be like picking a decent needle out of a haystack of creeps and losers.

And if she was being truly honest with herself, the earlier rejection combined with her own curiosity of just how good Shaun actually was were driving the blonde to consider this whole situation far more than she ever had thought that she would. If the descriptions - both by the brunette and by Shaun himself - were accurate, why shouldn't she sample that kind of sex for herself? Hell, Daniel wanted it, so why should she deny herself?

In that moment, Hannah decided that she would still be perfectly fine going home now to make love to Daniel. But if he really wanted to try this, she wasn't going to argue. Maybe it was time to just go on and get this out of their systems.

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As Shaun walked away, the two of them stood in silence for several long moments. Finally, Daniel broke the silence.

"Yeah, you weren't kidding. That guy really is something," he observed. He gave his wife a little grin. "Well, let's head out... unless you are wanting to take him up on his offer."

Daniel had meant for it to sound like a light-hearted jest, but Hannah knew him far too well. She saw the uncertainty pass across her husband's face, heard that little note in his voice that pretended to be a joke when he was hoping to deflect from an uncomfortable subject.

Rather than let is go, the blonde stopped and looked up into his eyes. "What if we did?" she asked simply.

Blood rushed to Daniel's ears; a surge of adrenaline rushed through his body, making him feel like he had been struck. He drew a ragged breath to call out Hannah for obviously teasing him, but he knew her poker face - or near complete lack thereof. His wife wasn't bluffing, she wasn't teasing; she was seriously asking.

Daniel froze, his reply seemingly caught in his throat. The idea of actually taking Shaun up on his offer was ludicrous; sane people didn't share their wives with ugly old strangers at a club!

And yet, the idea of Hannah's face twisted up in passion from the sexual attention of another man both drove a spike of fear into his guts and caused his dick to stiffen embarrassingly hard on the spot. It was exactly what the two of them had been dirty talking about again and again. Would there ever be a better time to explore the actual experience?

Finally, he managed a reply. "I... uh... I don't know. I mean, if you want to, I guess that we could try it," Daniel croaked. Fighting his racing heart, he continued. "After all, it's not some big commitment. It's just this once. If we don't like it, we leave."

Hannah's shoulders visibly relaxed at her husband's last line. "Exactly," she agreed. "If it's not good, we just go. That goes for either of us - if either of us wants to stop, we stop and leave, no questions asked."

Her response made perfect sense and helped calm Daniel's emotions. Why keep fantasizing and pretending to want this if he wasn't willing to try it? It wasn't like this Shaun character traveled in any of the same social circles as the two of them, nor was he any threat to their relationship. This wasn't what had excited him in the past when he thought about men wanting his wife, but really, it was even better.

"I guess," he allowed. "I mean, I don't know if there is a better way to just try this out. If we don't like it tonight, we leave. If it's not our thing after it's done, we just don't do it again." He frowned for a moment. "We need a safe word," Daniel declared. "If one of us says 'banana', we leave, okay?"

Hannah fixed him with those piercing blue eyes. "I love you so much," she declared.

Daniel pulled her into an embrace, kissed her, then leaned to murmur into her ear. "I love you, too."

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Shaun had been casually leaning against a wall not far from the bathrooms. Daniel felt certain that he had made himself scarce to allow the couple to make a decision, but easy enough to find to allow for a rendezvous to proceed without a hitch if they chose to do so. His acceptance was very matter of fact; he gave them his address, then suggested that they follow him in their own car. It was quite clear that this was far from the black man's first such rodeo.

A few minutes later, they were pulling into a drive outside of a modest older home in a lower middle-class neighborhood. Before Daniel killed the engine, he looked over at his wife. "Are you ready?" he asked.

She gave him a small, nervous smile. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

With that reply, he turned the sedan off, and they nervously exited their car.

They climbed the three steps into the small, two-bedroom house and found themselves inside of a modest living area connected to a kitchen/dining combo. The house was clean, if sparsely decorated. Clearly, priorities had been set - while the furniture was simple, a massive flatscreen television with an external sound bar hung on the living room wall, with a recliner positioned just so to take full advantage of the layout.

"You folks want a water or somethin'?" Shaun asked. When they declined, he nodded. "Suit yourselves. If you change your mind, I keep a pack of bottled water in the fridge always, just help yourself. I'll be needin' some as we go; sorry, but I do sweat a lot," he confessed.

Hannah gave a sideways glance to her husband, who was keeping his expression neutral.

"Come on back," the older man offered. Wordlessly, the couple followed him down a short hall to what was obviously his bedroom.

Again, the room was clean, but sparsely furnished. The king bed took up most of the floor space, with a small bedside table and a simple dresser the only other pieces of furniture present. The lighting was dim; judging from the knob on the wall, this was intentional.

"Bathroom's right there," the black man indicated with a gesture of his head towards one of two small doors.

Daniel's nerves were flickering nonstop; what the hell were they doing here? Had he lost his mind in pushing this fantasy onto his wife, and now, she was actually going to let this... guy have sex with her?

He took a deep breath. It was just sex. It clearly meant nothing more, and Shaun didn't even try to pretend to sway anyone's opinion on him. Hopefully, they would still have a good experience even if the guy was no heartthrob.

Hannah's skin felt like it was burning as she walked into the bedroom. This was it. The older woman's words about how it would be "worth her time" kept replaying in her head. Shaun didn't care one bit about making an impression - so either this was going to be an immediate dud where one of them said "banana" and they left, or the sex was going to be really good.

Shaun kicked off his shoes and placed them inside of his closet. "So, what do you folks do?" he asked in the first attempt at small talk that he had displayed so far.

Hannah looked at Daniel, then back to Shaun. "Not to be rude, but we all know why we are here. You don't care about what we do." She gave a crooked grin. "We can chitchat for an hour, and I'm still going to be nervous as hell - but I'll have lost some of this buzz."

The older man gave a deep laugh. "That's fair enough, girl. No sense beatin' around the bush," he replied. "Why don't you slip them shoes off, then, and come have a seat?"

Again, Hannah looked at her husband, who shrugged. She gave a little grin in reply, then did as she was told. After shedding her shoes, the blonde moved and sat on the end of the bed. As she did so, her black skirt rose up to show more of her creamy thighs than she was really comfortable with, but she pushed down the internal concern. As she had declared, they all knew why they were there - so modesty was frankly silly at this point.

The heavyset man slid a little closer to the blonde on the bed as he peeled off his own shirt. Thankfully, the lower light dimmed the details a bit, but it was obvious that Shaun was not in possession of a remarkable physique. His upper body was thick, with a little drooping fat on his chest. Quite a bit of kinky black hair decorated his chest, with thick hair poking out of his armpits. The belly was the worst, though - it was even more pronounced that it had appeared to be with a shirt on.

Hannah gave Daniel a weak smile, and he strongly considered dropping a "banana" right then and there, but she turned her gaze back to older man.

"Why don't we start with those titties?" the brutish man asked in his customary crude manner. He placed his hand on the exposed skin of Hannah's flat belly, then began undoing the buttons of her blouse from bottom to top. Soon enough, it was hanging open, with her flesh only covered by her bra.

The overweight man didn't hesitate, finding the front clasp of the satiny purple garment and easily opening it with surprising dexterity using only the pudgy fingers of one hand. Quicker than either of the Jacobses would have imagined, Hannah's breasts were standing up, naked, with her pale pink nipples and light aureolae on full display.

The blonde's eyes went wide and a small "ugh" escaped her mouth as the black man leaned in with no hesitation to wrap his thick lips around one nipple and began sucking on it.

Daniel's heart was pounding. It seemingly took only a moment for his wife's breasts to be exposed, and now, a stranger was nursing on her nipple. After only a brief pause, the man's right hand came up and his thick fingers began to tease around Hannah's other nipple, swirling around it, then lightly pinching it. Daniel knew just how sensitive his wife's nipples were, so it was no surprise to him when she let her head hang back and then began making a series of small mews and moans.

This went on for a couple of minutes, with Hannah's moans growing more pronounced. Daniel felt a little sick to his stomach, but the look on her face was exquisite... with a start, he realized that he had gotten hard.

Then, the tone of the blonde's moans changed. Daniel had been so caught up in staring at every subtle aspect of his wife's expression that he hadn't noticed the older man slide his hand down the blonde's body and to her leg, nor had he really processed how quickly Hannah opened her legs for easy access as the black fingers traced their way up and under her skirt.

What snapped him out of his reverie was instead the ugly man's deep voice as he released the blonde's nipple. "Damn, baby - that pussy is some kind of wet!" he exclaimed.

Shaun looked over at Daniel and smirked. "Your girl is some little actress," he proclaimed. "She over here playin' it all cool, but them panties is soaked! She down bad for that dick."

The fat man pulled his hand out from under Hannah's skirt - causing her to actually whine in protest - but moments later, he had reached under with both hands and slid her matching satiny purple panties off. As soon as they cleared her knees, the unmistakable scent of feminine arousal began to linger in the air of the small bedroom; crude or not, Shaun was clearly telling the truth about the state of her pussy.

"Unzip it," he ordered in a low voice. Hannah didn't even look Daniel's way as she immediately complied; moments later, he was slipping the black skirt down to puddle on the carpet alongside her saturated underwear.

As her mound came into view, Shaun's face split into a wide grin. "That is one pretty pussy, baby," he offered.

Daniel obviously couldn't argue; even when the two of them watched porn together, he could never recall having seen a prettier pussy than his wife's. She had small pink labia in a perfect "innie" shape - her vaginal opening was normally completely hidden, and even stayed that way often after sex.

The blonde did possess a puffier than average mound, which she claimed to hate - she would sometimes grouse that it made her look like she was "tucking" in certain clothing. Daniel himself found it to be incredibly sexy and feminine, however. She kept a small thatch of blonde pubic hair on that mound - proving that the curtains did match the drapes - but otherwise, she meticulously shaved, as Hannah felt unkempt with any other hair present.

"Lay back, baby," Shaun instructed. "You 'bout to cum for the first time."

Hannah looked over at Daniel who gave a small nod even as he squeezed his own penis through his pants. She slowly lowered herself back until she was lying flat, but she kept her blue eyes locked on her husband's while the black man spread her legs before lowering his face in between them.

Daniel watched carefully as his wife looked back at him, sharing a connection in that moment that went beyond sex. God, she looked so sexy as her eyes widened from whatever Shaun was doing to her. It didn't take long, however, for her gaze to begin to come unfocused; soon after, her mouth fell open and she began to moan intensely.

Oral sex wasn't Daniel's favorite thing in the world, but he loved his wife and wanted her to feel good, so he was happy to give it any time that she wanted. If they were both being truthful, they would likely admit that Hannah probably didn't ask for oral as often as she would have liked to receive it - largely due to Daniel's lack of enthusiasm - and Daniel probably didn't offer very often to give it, instead relying on Hannah to ask for it.

That's not to say that he hated it or that he tried to cut corners when he did it. Daniel was a big believer in teasing, in slow buildup, in making a connection with his wife and being her partner as he took her to orgasms this way.

Shaun, on the other hand, took a radically different approach. There was no buildup; as soon as he lowered his face to the blonde's pussy, the black man drove his thick tongue as deeply inside of her vagina as he could get it. He made little noises of contentment as he swirled his tongue all around inside of Hannah, as if her fluids were some nectar of the gods and he wanted to collect every last drop - which was a fairly accurate representation of his attitude.

The real difference, though, was in how he treated her clit. It frequently seemed to take Daniel a while for her body to convert his oral attention from feeling like some slightly distracting thing - much like it might feel if he were lightly licking the inside of her leg - to actually feeling good. For whatever reason, his opening oral attention just didn't seem to bring pleasure to Hannah until he had been at it for some time.

Shaun, on the other hand, made sparks leap in front of Hannah's eyes the moment his thick tongue first swirled around her clit. Perhaps it was the arousal that had been building all night, perhaps it was the exponential ramp up in her readiness for sex once they arrived at the house that did it, perhaps it was the fat man's technique, perhaps it was some combination of all of it. But whatever the reason, Hannah was already moaning, squirming, and panting from intense pleasure from the very beginning of Shaun's oral efforts.

Soon, her legs were splayed obscenely, her hands were pressing the balding head to her crotch, and the blonde was building to a crescendo quicker than she would have ever believed possible.

"Huh... huhhh... oh Goddd..." she moaned. "How can... oh fuck I'm... HUUUNNN GODDD I'M CUMMINNG!!!" she cried as the orgasm just exploded through her body.

Flabbergasted, Daniel stared in disbelieving silence as the blonde twitched and thrashed beneath the stranger's tongue. His wife, she who usually took close to ten minutes to come from oral sex - and often took fifteen, twenty minutes to do so - had just orgasmed in less than three minutes.

Shaun never let Hannah come completely down - while her clit was incredibly sensitive during the immediate aftermath of her orgasm, he simply moved his attention back to pushing his tongue as far inside of her vagina as he possibly could. When she began pressing against his face again, he moved his tongue back up, using his nose to pull her clitoral hood back, and then resumed vigorously licking her.

This time, it took even less time. Hannah cried and twitched and moaned; it couldn't have been much more than a minute, and she was already orgasming again. Twice more, Shaun repeated the process, licking inside of her vagina until she could again stand having her swollen clit licked, then immediately focusing hard on the center of her pleasure, which unfailingly brought her to swift and powerful climax.

After the fourth orgasm, Hannah was panting. "No more," she murmured. "No more." For a long moment, the only sound was her heavy breathing, until her voice formed a plea. "Please," she voiced. "I... I need it."

Daniel's hand was inside of his pants as he squeezed himself while watching his wife come again and again. Seeing her respond like that was the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed; it had exceeded everything that he had hoped to see. He made a mental note to try to copy some of the black man's approach the next time that he went down on his wife.

At some point, Shaun had shucked his own pants; as he rose up from between Hannah's spread legs, Daniel suddenly laid eyes on the ugly man's equally ugly cock.

Daniel himself was perfectly average, maybe even slightly above, with a penis that was close to six inches long when fully hard. He might have been slightly on the thin side, but Hannah had never complained, and their sex life had always been rewarding and hot.

This thing, though? The cock that even now was somehow continuing to inflate was like something out of a freak show. It was long, easily nine inches, with a slight upward curve and a diameter that reminded him of a water bottle. Unlike Daniel, Shaun was uncircumcised, but as he stroked his ugly tool, the bare head came into glistening view. The fat shaft itself was charcoal in color, but the bulbous head was almost exactly as dark; even in porn, Daniel had never seen anything like it.

Holy shit, how would that possibly ever fit inside of his wife's snug little pussy? Fuck, this ugly bastard would tear her open. It was definitely time to say "banana".

The couple at the bed were completely oblivious to Daniel's internal angst. Hannah's entire world had been reduced to sexual pleasure; she had come again and again... and now, she wanted cock. No, she needed cock. There would be a time for lovemaking, for connections, for emotions - but now was the time to be fucked, and fucked hard.

Shaun knew what she was feeling, and he made no attempt to disguise his smirk. "What is it that you need, girl?" he asked, his voice taunting.

"Cock," she moaned softly. "I need it. Fuck me, please fuck me!"

Hearing his wife beg this fat old stranger to fuck her was almost enough to make Daniel throw up; at the same time, it sent a jolt through his own penis. It was sick and twisted, it was so much more powerful than his fantasies, but Daniel knew without a doubt that there was only one way for this to end.

As Hannah felt the fat man begin to rub the spongy blunt head of his penis against her sopping slit, it occurred to her that she had behaved exactly as Shaun had predicted that she would - he had gotten her off until she begged him to fuck her. In another time, that might have infuriated her, might have motivated her to prove him wrong even to spite herself, but the warm afterglow of the rapid-fire explosive orgasms flowed through her body, and it no longer seemed important to prove anything to anybody.

If Shaun was this good with his mouth, and his cock lived up to his boasts - and the words of the brunette back at the club - then Hannah was in for something special. She tilted her hips up to allow the black man to penetrate her, and reached her hand down to help guide him home.

Just as he started to nestle into her opening, she realized that she was holding bare flesh. "Condom," she murmured. "You need a condom."

A look of annoyance passed across the older man's homely features. "I don't use no damn rubbers," he declared. "Shit don't feel nearly as good. I'm clean, I meant to show y'all my STD tests before we got started - I get tested every six weeks, 'cause I don't want to catch no shit. I don't got nothin' at all, but if you want me to stop and pull up the proof, I will."

Hannah made a little noise of frustration. "No, not that..." she panted, her voice almost a whine. "I'm not on the pill, you have to use a condom..."

Shaun sneered at her announcement. "Well, that's that. I don't use no damn rubbers. Birth control is your problem, not mine." With that statement, he pulled back and began to stand up.

Hannah was almost sick with desire, but condoms were non-negotiable. Even if this guy was telling the truth about the STD tests, she just simply could not risk a pregnancy here. "I... I just can't..." she murmured softly.

"Well, I wish y'all had said somethin' before," he stated flatly, "and I'd have told y'all then." He reached for his underwear. "Good luck to y'all, hope you find what you are lookin' for, but don't waste no more of my damn time."

Hannah's expression was serious disappointment bordering on panic. Daniel realized that Shaun meant business; this was a dealbreaker for him, and in the brief time that he had known the older man, he had realized that Shaun wasn't going to try to talk anyone into anything. His approach was "here is the offer, take it or leave it", and that was the end of negotiations with him.

Mentally, Daniel counted the weeks off in his head. "Hang on," he blurted out. "Hannah, if I'm right, your period starts in two, three days? So, this ought to be a safe time, right?"

Even as he voiced the suggestion, the words turned to ash in his mouth. What in the actual fuck was the matter with him? Was Daniel really going to encourage his wife fuck this old, fat black stranger bareback?

Hannah focused on her husband as she struggled to concentrate through the alcohol haze and her own runaway desire. "You're right," she finally agreed. "It should be a safe day for me. As safe as there is. I think."

Shaun paused, but made no move to return to the young blonde. "So you are tellin' me that you want me to fuck you bare?" he asked.

Hannah nodded, but said nothing.

"That ain't good enough," Shaun declared. "Like I said, birth control is your problem - not mine. So this shit is on you. You say you ain't on no pill, but you want me to fuck you bare. Is that right?"

Hannah knew that a "safe" day wasn't one hundred percent safe, but Daniel had given her a way out, and her lust was spiraling out of control. She was desperate enough to be fucked now that she was willing to accept the small amount of risk.

Finally, the blonde found her voice as she came to a firm decision. "Yes, that's right," she answered. "Come on, Shaun. Just fuck me. Don't worry about any of that, just fuck me - please."

With sweat glistening on his wide forehead, the older man turned to look at Daniel. "And you ain't gonna give me no problem, either?" he verified. "You okay with me fucking your wife bare?"

Daniel wanted to vomit. This was his fantasy, sure - but fantasies didn't include real-life consequences like risking pregnancy. Yes, the day should be safe, but there was always a little bit of risk in unprotected sex. Somehow, the risk that terrified him also sharpened his arousal, and the look of near-panic on his wife's face when she had thought that she was getting kicked out of Shaun's house crystalized Daniel's decision. "Yes," he answered. "Go ahead - fuck my wife, Shaun. Fuck her bare."

Even as he said it, Daniel realized that he was, if anything, harder than before. How had things gotten this out of hand?

A grin crossed Shaun's face as he dropped his underwear once more. "Okay, then," he declared. "Let's give that little married white pussy the big black cock it's been wanting."

It didn't take long for the flabby man standing at the foot of the bed to get his hulking cock back to full stiffness. He rubbed it up and down Hannah's slit, sliding the head up with agonizing slowness to press against her clit before slipping away. Then, he would press the tip down to her entrance to start again.

Each slide of the thick penis across her clit set off stars in Hannah's head, but it didn't address the aching emptiness inside. Her hips were slowly undulating, trying to line her opening up against the fat phallus that was teasing her so agonizingly. She began to whimper, a sound that made Daniel's own penis pulse with desire.

"Please..." the young blonde softly pleaded as her gaze locked between her spread legs as the ugly appendage sliding through her saturated folds.

Finally, the ugly old man took pity and centered himself against the mouth of the young woman's vagina. With an arrogant smirk, he began to push.

For several long moments, nothing happened. Daniel's fears were rekindled; this black bastard's dick was simply too thick to fit inside of his wife! If he tried to force it, he would hurt her, perhaps tear her poor pussy.

Shaun pulled his weight back a bit and adjusted the angle ever so slightly. Hannah's blue eyes were staring vacantly; her lust was plain to see, but she looked more than a little fearful. "Uhhh... maybe, um..." Daniel stammered as he began to reconsider; after all, some dirty fantasy wasn't worth hurting his wife.

The older man ignored Daniel altogether and pushed - hard. Suddenly, Hannah's vagina gave way and the entire head popped inside of the ring of muscle.

The blonde's eyes shot open wide. "Huuunnngg fuck it's so big..." she groaned. "Oh... huhhh..."

Shaun's thick lips were spread wide in a massive grin that showed his teeth. "That's it, girl," he soothed. "Now, you takin' it in. Damn, that pussy tight!"

The older man slowly began to work that ebony tool inside of the young wife on the bed. Her body was tense as she pulled large fistfuls of bedspread into her hands. She groaned, her face looking something like despair with her eyes screwed shut, as he forced another two inches of his tool inside of her.

Sick to his stomach, Daniel thought about grabbing Shaun by the shoulder. This was a mistake; Hannah's snug little vagina couldn't take this kind of abuse! What the fuck was that safe word? Pineapple? Watermelon?

Banana.

Even as Daniel started to mouth the word, Hannah let out another moan, and while it sounded far more like pain than Daniel was comfortable with, her words told another story. "Huh..." she panted. "Huh... so... huh... so fucking GOOD." Her head slowly turned from side to side, her long blonde tresses following to form a pattern framing her face.

Shaun pulled back until her tiny pink labia were wrapped around the bulging fat head of his dick, then pushed it slowly in until he made another inch or so of progress.

This time, there could be no doubt as to Hannah's feelings. "Oh my God FUCK oh my GOD it's so good..." she babbled.

"Damn, that white pussy so nice," Shaun claimed. "I knew it'd be tight, but fuck if it ain't better than I'd hoped!"

Shaun then leaned his body back a bit, emphasizing the curve of his massive dick by tilting the angle back. Years of experience had taught the black man how to use that curve to stimulate a woman's G-spot in ways most men couldn't.

He glanced over at Daniel, who was still fondling himself inside of his pants, and gave the younger man a wink. And then, he began sawing in and out of the little married slut lying on his bed.

The brunette from the bar had called Shaun a maestro; she had not been exaggerating. My god, the man might have been ugly - Hannah tried to not focus on him at all, and to only consider what his cock was doing - but it really didn't matter. As he began moving in earnest, his thick cock not only stretched her with a delicious intensity that she had never known, but it kept rubbing intently across an incredibly sensitive spot just inside of her vagina, giving her powerful sensations in a manner totally new to her.

"Guh... huh... so... huh.. so good..." she panted as he worked that fat phallus in and out of her again and again. She felt something building inside, something strange but pleasurable, and unlike anything she had felt before.

Now, the blonde's head tossed side to side, her hair whipping with the intensity of her movement. "Oh GOD!" she cried. "Oh fucking GOD! So... GOD FUCKING good FUCK!"

Pleasure was building at a rapid rate, bringing Hannah to a high she had never felt... and then, she felt the pressure.

Oh, God. Out of nowhere, she had to pee so badly she could hardly stand it.

"Wait... huh... wait..." she whined. "Have... I have to... give me a sec..."

Shaun grinned knowingly as he kept up the same steady rhythm. "Ain't no waitin', girl. Let that shit go."

Daniel's mouth was dry. He didn't know what to say, what to think as his wife took that fat black dick inside of her again and again. He was so hard that it almost hurt, he was so light headed that he thought he might pass out. He felt a cool breeze across his penis and realized that at some point, he had freed it from his pants.

"Huh... I'm... I'm gonna... huh... wait... cant hold..." Hannah begged as she fought desperately to control the swelling sensations. Her stomach was bunched up, almost bulging as she fought against the feelings.

"Damn it girl, what I tell you?" Shaun demanded. "Your man got his dick out watchin' you, don't play no games. Let that shit go!"

The sensations were utterly exquisite, the pressure much to hold back. Hannah exploded.

"oooh HUUUNNN GOODDD FUCK!" her voice rose to a shriek.

Suddenly, a choking noise escaped Hannah's throat as a burst of clear fluid sprayed from her pussy to spatter against the underside of Shaun's floppy belly.

"That's it! Let that shit out!" Shaun exclaimed.

The blonde's back was arched now as she bore down against the pressure. "GUHHH HAAAA FUUCK!" she cried, as another burst of liquid hit Shaun.

Then, the blonde's voice devolved into little screams that slowly lowered in volume; each vocalization accompanied another burst of fluid, which likewise came out with less intensity. After half a dozen such bursts, Hannah fell back, totally limp, and her head lolled to the side.

Daniel's own penis was dripping precum to the point that he was afraid to touch it; Hannah had never squirted with him. He wasn't sure that she even knew what squirting was, but she had absolutely saturated the bedspread beneath her - to say nothing of the fluid dripping from Shaun's fat stomach, balls, and cock.

"Good girl," Shaun cooed in his deep voice. "Now that we got that out of the way, I can fuck you proper."

The fat black man leaned forward, allowing his belly to press down fully on the young white woman beneath him. He lowered his head down, his broad forehead glistening with lines of sweat, his graying, receding hairline a stark contrast to Hannah's luscious blonde tresses. Not concerned with her ragdoll state, the older man began pulling back and thrusting hard, driving more and more of his ponderous phallus inside of the slender blonde.

With each thrust, the nearly-comatose blonde let a small "uh" sound out. Slowly, she came back to life, with the "uh" noises morphing into larger moans.

The blue eyes came open again, but they were unfocused, with Hannah's expression being one of near-confusion - as if she didn't quite understand where she was or what was going on. As each thrust from the fat man worked his thick dick deeper and deeper inside of her tingling pussy, clarity returned - to a degree.

"Hunnng God," she moaned. "So big, so good..."

Daniel's heart was pounding, but he couldn't stand it anymore - he had to touch himself. He grabbed his own achingly stiff penis and began slowly stroking it so as to not explode right away. A dark corner of his brain whispered that once he came, he likely would not think that it would be so hot to watch this ugly, fat black man on top of his sexy young wife, stretching her tight little pussy so obscenely with his distended cock. The fantasy brought to life like this was raw, intense, breathtaking - and yet, it was also humiliating to watch Hannah responding to this unattractive older guy in ways that she had never done with Daniel.

Meanwhile, Shaun's forceful strokes were accomplishing their purpose. Hannah's sloppy cunt carried on a lewd symphony of squelching noises as the fat man drove into her again and again, and her knees came up and apart seemingly of their own volition to allow the older male to penetrate her even easier.

As if it had suddenly hit her that her husband was still there, Hannah looked around until she found Daniel's face. Her expression was still confused, almost panicky.

"He's... huh... inside me, baby..." she stated to Daniel as if just now processing that fact. "Baby, he's... huh... he's so... huh... so BIG..." she added, her voice trailing off.

And then, it happened. With one more mighty thrust, Shaun's lumpy testicles came to rest directly against the smooth, pale skin of Hannah's upturned ass. Rather than thrust again, the older black man was happy to hold in place, slowly grinding his hips in a circular shape. The effect was breathtaking.

"So DEEP oh my AAAIII... God baby so full oh GOD is so big so MUCH inside meee!!!" Hannah began babbling, literally crying out - tears were forming in the corner of her eyes. "So GOOD oh FUCK so DEEP oh my GODDD..."

Sensing that the blonde was already on the cusp of another climax, Shaun resumed thrusting with long, powerful, forceful strokes. "Takin' all of this big black cock, ain't ya, girl? Fillin' that little married white pussy up real good, ain't it?" Again and again, he hammered that massive black cock as far as it would go inside the young woman beneath him.

God, she was so sexy. Daniel couldn't help but stare in awe as Hannah climbed into a peak of sexual bliss that he had never seen her achieve. He recognized the flush on her throat that he would be willing to bet was spread across the tops of her breasts, the one the signified her strongest climaxes. Unfortunately, the fat man's body blocked view of his wife's breasts; the distasteful black man brought a discordant note to all of this, though Daniel could not deny the heavy eroticism of the moment as he drove that huge cock of his into Hannah's tiny little pussy again and again and again.

Daniel appreciated that his wife had tried to connect with him for a moment there, but once Shaun was fully seated inside of her and started into his full length strokes, it had seemed to short-circuit the blonde's brain. Her gaze has slipped away from his own, her head had lolled back, her eyes closed as she focused on the apparently overwhelming pleasure she was feeling as this stranger fucked her like she had clearly never been fucked before.

Part of Hannah's brain was still aware of the uncomfortable weight of the fat man lying on top of her. She could feel his large, soft belly crushing down on her naked flesh. Could see the older man's badly receding hairline, his wide, sloping forehead, his thick, puffy lips. Shaun wasn't just plain or homely or not her type - he was objectively unattractive. As he rutted away on top of her, sweat dripped from his face onto her neck; moisture from his sweaty body rolled onto her breasts, her chest, her belly.

Truth be told, it wouldn't be unfair to go so far as to call Shaun disgusting. And yet, what he was doing with his cock was nothing short of magical. Hannah had never felt anything like what Shaun was doing to her. Shame rolled over her; how could she find herself beneath such a repulsive man?

How could such a man give her this kind of pleasure? God, what was Daniel feeling right now, seeing her react like this?

And then, whether or not Shaun was attractive didn't matter. What her husband was thinking didn't matter. What anyone else might think didn't matter.

All that mattered was the wonderful, glorious, delicious hard cock that continued to bring pleasure that the young wife had never imagined could exist.

Hannah's vision began to tunnel away. She could see the ugly face above hers, but her eyes grew unfocused as all of her being focused on the surging climax that was about to break.

"Haaahhh... huhhh. Gonna... oh FUCK I'm gonna..." she panted.

And then, the most powerful orgasm of her life exploded through Hannah's body. Unintelligible noises poured out of her mouth as she cursed and cried and babbled gratitude for what Shaun was doing to her.

Shaun paused for the briefest of moments, glanced over at Daniel - who was clutching his own penis so tightly, but not daring to move lest he also cum - and gave the younger man a smug smirk before resuming his thrusts.

Hannah's orgasm barely had time to recede when she felt another on its way. She moaned in disbelief that bordered on despair. "Hunnhh God... again? Huh... how? Oh my GOD HAAAHHH..."

Shaun let out a small, mocking laugh. "What did I tell you I'd do?" he teased. "I told you I'd work that pussy until you passed out. Did you think I was lyin'?"

As her cries ramped back up in intensity, Daniel felt his stomach turning to lead. It was hard enough to see his wife come all over this guy's ugly face again and again. It was hard enough to see her squirt like she had, drowning everything about. It was hard enough to see her have a devastating orgasm all over that fat black cock. But now, she was already going to come again?

It didn't take long for the blonde to be brought to yet another screaming climax under the fat man's thrusting bulk. This one, at least, did finally seem to impact Shaun.

"Damn, girl!" he exclaimed. "You keep milkin' me with that tight pussy! You gonna make me nut, I can't remember the last time a woman made me bust this fast."

For her part, Daniel was unsure if Hannah was even processing what Shaun was saying. Tears had visibly streamed down her face. After her cries had quieted, a stream of actual drool had slid down the corner of her mouth. Daniel wasn't certain that his wife was entirely conscious.

Then, without missing a beat on his thrusts, Shaun leaned his face down close to Hannah's. He spoke so quietly directly into Hannah's ear that Daniel couldn't discern what he was saying.

For a minute or so, Hannah didn't answer at all, but then, she gave a small nod to some question Shaun had all but whispered into her ear. Her legs, which had gone slack, pulled back again.

She moaned one more time, then began to nod and moan affirmatively to the obvious dirty talk that the older guy kept murmuring in her ear.

Shaun pulled his face back and watched the blonde's face for several strokes. Hannah started to turn her head towards Daniel's direction, but as she did, Shaun lowered his lips to hers. Daniel half expected his wife to turn away from the kiss, but she instead stopped moving to press her lips back against the black man's. Soon, their mouths were open, and judging from the action of their jaws, their tongues were dancing around one another.

What had happened to this being just sex? Daniel would have never imagined his wife passionately kissing this guy...

After kissing far longer - not to mention, much deeper - than Daniel would have believed possible, Shaun pulled away from the connection. "Here it comes," he declared in a tight voice. "Gonna fill that married pussy up with this seed. You ready to take it?"

Daniel felt sick. Hannah wasn't on birth control. This was his own stupid idea, suggesting that she take Shaun's black cock bare. Fuck, safe days weren't completely risk free... what if she actually got pregnant from this reckless choice?

And why was his cock so hard? Why was part of him dying to see his wife full of this other man's semen?

Hannah's voice returned. "Uh... yesss...." she groaned. "Do it, Shaun. Huh... yeah... do it. Fill me, fill me up. Uhhh... give it all to meee..."

Sweat dripped copiously off of the black man's face as his features twisted. "FUCK yeah," he growled. "Here it fucking comes. Take that shit! HUUUNNNGGG TAKE ALL OF MY CUM IN THAT MARRIED PUSSY, FUCK!"

Hannah's eyes clenched as she felt the massive black cock begin to twitch as it delivered the semen deep inside of her pussy. When she felt the warmth of Shaun's fluid soaking her cervix, her eyes flew open in shock.

She had never felt the warmth of a man's load before, but this was real heat deep inside of her. Her thoughts strayed to the idea that a man not her husband - an old black man at that - was coating her cervix with his virile semen. For the briefest of moments, she wondered what it would be like to feel another man's bastard take root inside of her body, another man's baby begin to grow there... and then, another orgasm blindsided her, causing her to scream out in pleasure that felt almost like panic.

"In... huhhh... inSIIIDE MEEE!" she wailed. "CUMMING IN ME!!!" Her blonde tresses thrashed back and forth and she lay pinned beneath the bulk of the fat man; her ankles crossed behind him, pulling his flabby ass tight to her. "FUCK YESSS... AAAHHH CUM IN MEEE!!! FILL ME... FUCK... CUM!!!"

Daniel's mouth was ash. Hannah had gone from rejecting Shaun for having no condom to wailing in orgasmic ecstasy over his unprotected insemination of her. The way her legs locked him into place, like she couldn't bear the thought of him holding back even a single drop of his semen from going as deep inside of her as was physically possible.

The thought of his wife's womb now being awash with the semen of this stranger, of knowing that even now, untold millions of Shaun's sperm were desperately seeking Hannah's egg to root new life inside of her, brought the taste of bile to Daniel's mouth. And yet, his own penis was as hard as it had ever been, was twitching as he teetered on the edge of his own orgasm.

Even after he clearly had to be long past done with the actual ejaculation, Shaun kept up a slow rhythm of pushing, barely relaxing, then pushing again, as if he were trying to ensure that every possible drop was as deep inside of the blonde's body as he could get it. As he did so, Hannah fell slack, her legs splaying wide open and her arms slipping down beside her on the bed. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes only slitted, while her breath came in ragged pants.

After a couple of minutes, the overweight black man ceased moving altogether, just letting his ponderous weight rest fully on the pale woman beneath him, as he appeared content to just let his cock marinate inside the young wife's pussy. Hannah made no sound to object, no motion to get out from beneath the heavy weight.

Finally, Shaun pushed himself up and slowly retracted his deflating, yet still massive penis from his nigh-comatose partner. As the overweight man pulled back, Daniel could see Hannah's skin glisten in the low bedroom light; the massive droplets of sweat that dripped off the old man's dark skin left no doubt as to where the wetness came from. Daniel tried to ignore the fact that even softening, Shaun's ugly phallus was still noticeably thicker and longer than his own penis was while the younger man sported the hardest erection of his life.

And then, he saw it.

Hannah's tiny pink vagina looked like it had been replaced by something from another woman. Her thin, light pink labia were swollen and were flushed an angry, dark, almost red color. He little clit that usually stayed hidden away in its hood was swollen at least double its normal size and clearly protruding. Her vaginal opening, normally all but invisible, was distended and glistening, allowing him to see up inside of her body.

As Daniel stared, a small stream of thick white fluid began to slide out of his wife's vagina. Then, a massive glob appeared at the entrance before sliding down to puddle under her ass. He tried not to think of how many millions of sperm cells there were - and how many more were still swimming around deep inside of his wife in search of her egg.

Even as his breathing had yet to return to normal, Shaun smirked at Daniel. "Well, what you waitin' for?" he asked. "I figured you'da cum by now, but that dick is still hard - go on, get some," he urged. "She won't mind!" he added with a chuckle.

Lightheaded, with a dry mouth, Daniel nodded absently and made his way to the foot of the bed. Hannah lay motionless on the bedspread, her own breathing still ragged and uneven. As he approached, the bitter tang of Shaun's semen mixed with the feminine musk of Hannah's own secretions into an olfactory cocktail that took his breath away.

It was almost like an out of body experience, like someone was controlling him as he looked on. But then, Daniel's penis made contact with the slick entrance to her vagina. He gave a slight push, accustomed to some resistance, but there was none to be found as Daniel inadvertently sank all the way to his balls inside of his wife's used cunt.

Cunt. That was a word that Hannah didn't really love. "Vagina" was her most common term for her own genitalia, although "pussy" was fine for sex talk - but she had always said that "cunt" felt crude, that it seemed like a thing to just be used by a man instead of an instrument meant to give pleasure to them both.

Daniel knew that his penis wasn't the thickest around, but Hannah's tight little vagina had always hugged him snugly as they made love. Now, she was still stretched from the battering that Shaun's fat tool had forced upon her. She felt different, loose - Daniel could only ever feel direct pressure on two sides of his penis at a time.

But my God, the exquisite slickness; never in his life had Daniel felt anything like it. He slid along the inside of his wife's pussy like it was lined with soft, warm, wet velvet. Certainly, she had to be unbelievably wet, but Daniel wasn't kidding himself - that unusual slickness had to be from the obvious unusual presence of the ugly black man's semen. Even as he came to an unexpected stop fully hilted inside of his wife, Daniel felt fluid spatter against his own tight scrotum, felt it run down his testicles.

His wife's cunt was literally overflowing with another man's semen, and Daniel's dick was awash in it. Hannah gave a soft moan as he pushed as deeply inside of her as he was able, but she did not move, nor did she make any other response.

Cunt. She might prefer other words, but right now, Hannah was limp, barely conscious, seemingly unaware that her husband was inside of her. Right now, it truly was a thing to just be used by a man. More specifically, a thing to be used by him.

Her cunt.

The world felt like it was spinning, but all that mattered was the wet heat of Hannah's cunt as he pulled back and drove into her again and again. As he used her, Hannah barely responded; she licked her lips, sighed softly, murmured "that's it... that's it, baby..."

Her warm pussy might not be clinging to his shaft like it normally did, but the slick wetness was unreal. Wetness that was, in fact, Daniel forcing another man's sperm back inside of his wife...

The thought was more than Daniel could take. Barely a minute after he had initially penetrated his wife, Daniel shoved in as far as he could go, then cried out as his ejaculation exploded out of his body. His vision began to tunnel until almost everything but his wife's sweaty blonde hair was lost behind darkness while he emptied his own seed into Hannah's distended, well-used cunt.

As he pulled his pants back on, Shaun observed the spectacle with a small chuckle.

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The drive home was very quiet. It had taken Hannah several minutes to recover enough to sit up and even think about putting on the clothes that Daniel had recovered from the floor where they had been haphazardly discarded. She had been slow walking, and was unsteady on her feet. Shaun had given Daniel a firm handshake and a smile, then had leaned in and kissed Hannah with a level of familiarity that made her husband a little uneasy, but Daniel said nothing so as to avoid any issues. Honestly, he was just ready to go home.

The night's events were playing through the heads of both of the Jacobses as they sat side by side in their car. Neither of them had really processed yet what had happened; as such, neither was quite ready to talk about it.

Daniel sat largely in a stunned quiet, content to let the car stereo mask the awkward silence between the two of them. His fantasy had been brought to life, but in doing so, it had taken a form that he had been utterly unprepared for. He had been certain that he wanted to see his wife receive sexual satisfaction from another man, but he had never dreamed that she would react so powerfully. What he had witnessed at Shaun's house had been as though Hannah had been taken away and replaced by another woman altogether, given the way that she had acted.

He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never be able to offer Hannah anything approaching the level of pleasure that the older man had. That knowledge was the bitterest kind of truth; he would forever know that he could not compare with an ugly old black man that his wife would have never otherwise given a second glance to.

And yet, the night's events had been the most intense sexual experience of his life.

Hannah was utterly exhausted; spent physically and emotionally, she could barely summon the energy to give much more than monosyllabic responses to Daniel's occasional prompts. She had been swallowed up by pleasure far beyond anything that she had ever dreamed might exist. As a result, she felt more than a little shame at how she had responded, how she had lost all control and all sense of everything outside of the ugly man's cock and what it kept doing to her. As dazed and tired as she was, however, she couldn't seem to put together a solid idea on how to broach her feelings with her husband.

Once they arrived at home, they moved inside, hand in hand. Hannah crawled into Daniel's arms, but there was no follow-up sex. Instead, she lay against him and cuddled there until the two of them drifted off to sleep.

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Daniel dealt with an assortment of strange, unsettling dreams that broke his sleep into fitful episodes. He awoke in the early morning light with a soft, wet warmth around the head of his penis, which led to exquisite - albeit confused - pleasure.

As Daniel was finally able to focus his eyes on the blond locks hanging down against the top of the leg, he was able to process what was going on.

"Unnhh..." he groaned. "Damn, baby, that's nice... what a way to wake up," he stated.

Hannah looked up at her husband and gave an impish grin with her mouth full of his member. "I'm sorry that I didn't take care of you last night," she offered as she let it momentarily slip out of her mouth. She then closed her eyes and gave several hard strokes up and down his shaft, using hard suction while allowing her tongue to swipe back and forth beneath the head of his penis.

"Fuck, that good..." he offered. "Fuck..."

But even as his pleasure built, Daniel realized that he didn't want to reach orgasm this way. Last night had ended so awkwardly; he and Hannah hadn't even had sex, which they always did after she flirted with other men. Things had gone so far beyond flirting, and he felt like there was a hole there between the two of them. He wanted the connection of being inside of her, of making love to his wife.

And so, he placed his hands on either side of the blonde's pretty face and applied enough pressure to get her attention. She paused, looking back up at him with confusion; Daniel pulled away and leaned her back on the bed as he climbed above her.

Daniel felt his wife reach down for his hardness and guide it to her opening; she was already wet. Or still wet, he supposed... he wasn't really sure which was correct. He gave her a tender kiss, then pushed forward to penetrate her.

The moment Daniel's penis breached the mouth of Hannah's vagina, she winced and sucked in a breath. "Careful," she murmured, "I'm a little sore."

The comment was a blow to his gut, a harsh reminder that last night, his wife had taken a much larger penis. A stranger's penis had stretched her, left her sore. As big as Shaun was, of course Hannah's poor little pussy would be tender - and likely at least a little inflamed.

He froze immediately. "I'm sorry," he offered. "I wasn't thinking, I don't want to hurt you..."

She gave him a reassuring smile. "I never said to stop," she chided. "I want you, baby. Just... be a little careful, if you will."

Somewhat reassured, Daniel continued to push, and found that she was indeed quite wet and easy to fully penetrate. However, unlike the looseness he had experienced at Shaun's house after the ugly old man had fucked her, Hannah's pussy was once again snug around his dick. Logically, he knew that she wouldn't be permanently changed, but it was still a little reassuring that she was already back to normal. Well, normal except for the soreness, he supposed.

Daniel made gentle love to his wife, looking into her eyes and kissing her, which she readily returned as she languidly moved back against him. He tried to block out the memories of her face contorted in agonized pleasure, the choking moans she had made while full of another man's cock, and focus only on the two of them on the here and now.

The results were mixed. It was difficult for Daniel - there was his wife beneath him, her clear blue eyes, her soft pink lips, that familiar tightening around the corner of her eyes as their sex progressed. But then, there were flashes of her eyes squeezed tight in ecstasy, her mouth open as she cried out. Shadows of thick black lips pressed against her small mouth, of her eyes unfocused as she rode waves of pleasure, or her mouth hanging slack and she panted from orgasm.

Suddenly, it was too much. Hannah's eyes opened wide in surprise as Daniel jammed himself as deep as he could go and his penis begin to twitch as his orgasm washed over him. Daniel knew that she hadn't come yet herself, but Hannah seemed content to pull him close and stroke his hair as he emptied inside of her.

When he was done, Hannah made it clear that she wasn't seeking further sexual satisfaction; instead, she snuggled into Daniel's chest, and the two of them drifted back off to sleep.

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It was mid-morning by the time the two of them woke up. Daniel had hoped that their lovemaking would have normalized things, but the atmosphere in the house as the two of them moved around for breakfast and prepped for the day was awkward, with stilted conversation revealing more cracks than it covered.

Daniel found himself longing to pull Hannah into his arms; he felt untethered, like the ground beneath his feet was unsteady. But Hannah was in the middle of her stress-coping routine, where she busied herself with deep cleaning and every little housework task she could find at a near-frantic pace so as to keep herself distracted with mundane tasks. Then, it was time for a monthly excursion - the two of them loved to drive to the local farmer's market to find fresh produce of far lower price (and better quality) than anything the grocery store might carry, and Hannah loved to peruse the various little booths for crafts, treats, and the like.

Even the outing felt off, however. They put on polite smiles, forced enthusiasm, and tried to bury their attention in little distractions - but both of them could feel the palpable space between them. They made a few little purchases before eventually heading home with a stop along the way to pick up a milkshake.

Back at home, Hannah rushed inside to the kitchen, then started pulling out baking items - a mixing bowl, a cake pan, various ingredients. All the while, she chattered about the cobbler she was going to make with the peaches she had bought from the farmer's market, how they would be sweeter than the ones at the grocery store, how she had found a new recipe online that used nutmeg - but not too much. The eagerness rang hollow, however, and finally, Daniel stepped between her and the pantry and stood there with a patient expression.

When the blonde turned and bumped into him, she kept up the pretense. "Excuse me, babe, I need to look in there..." she started, but Daniel had drawn a line in the sand.

"Hannah," he spoke in a serious tone. "Enough."

She froze for a moment, but tried to play it off again. "Enough of what?" she asked innocently. "I'm just checking to be sure I have all of the spices..."

Daniel put his hand on hers. "I'm sure that the cobbler will be great," he said, "but you and I can both feel this hanging over us. We have to talk."

For a moment, she drew a breath to object, but then seemed to physically deflate. Her blue eyes were troubled as she let her gaze drop. "I know," she replied, her tone so low that he almost missed it. "I feel this space, but I was hoping that it would just pass."

He gave her a small smile and shook his head. "That's not how it works, and you know it," he stated. Daniel then took her by the hand. "Come on," he told her, "let's sit down."

Once they were seated on the couch, Daniel took the plunge. "Last night was... a lot," he offered.

Hannah gave a rueful grin. "That's an understatement," she agreed.

Daniel's voice got quiet. "Are we okay?" he asked.

Her eyes went wide. "Of course we are okay!" she insisted. "The problem is..." she hesitated, looking at her husband's face, "is me," she finished.

"Last night, I got carried away," she proclaimed in a low tone. "I had been drinking, and then we were there to fulfil this fantasy of yours, actually do this thing we had dirty talked about. I was so nervous," she said, "and... I was really turned on," she admitted. "And then..." her voice trailed off.

"And then, you started coming like crazy," he stated.

Hannah's gaze snapped up to focus on Daniel's face, but when she didn't find the judgment she was worried she would see, the protest died on her lips.

"I'm not putting you down, baby," he clarified. "I'm just telling it like it is."

Despair tinged her voice. "I know," she whispered. "I'm embarrassed at how I responded. I... I'm ashamed," she admitted.

Daniel's face was incredulous. "Embarrassed? Ashamed? Baby!" he exclaimed as he pulled her in close. "You have nothing to apologize for! You can't help how your body reacted... and you have nothing to feel bad about." He shook his head. "You were hot as hell!" he exclaimed.

Hannah's face showed doubt. "Do you mean that?" she asked quietly.

Despite the lump in his throat and the knot in his stomach that belied his own doubts, Daniel saw how vulnerable his wife was. After all, she had really only gone along with this whole thing because of his kinks; making her feel bad would not only be unfair, but would cause more problems. Instead, he swallowed and nodded. "Of course I do," he stated flatly as he held her at arm's length. "Look, it didn't go like my fantasies - but real life isn't fantasy, okay? And yeah, you were drunk and amped up. And I guess it goes without saying," he added with a sardonic laugh, "that he old guy apparently wasn't bullshitting about how good he is."

She laughed without mirth. "Maybe, she allowed, "but that's not who I am. That's not who we are," she declared.

Daniel nodded. "You're right," he agreed. "Look, it was fun to fantasize about, it turned us both on, but I don't like the space it put between us. I don't like this awkwardness. I love you, I want you."

Hannah smiled - genuinely, for the first time that day. "Me, neither, baby. I love you, but I don't like how this feels. We tried it, fine, but I think that one time is enough," she asserted.

Her husband nodded. "I think that you are right. We tried it the one time, it's not our jam, let's move on."

He paused for a moment, his face a mask of serious contemplation. "Now tell me," he requested, "what was this about a peach cobbler?"

Hannah giggled and leaned in to kiss him, and suddenly, all was right with the world.

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The next few days saw a return to something akin to normalcy. They made love that night - with no talk of other men, of flirting, of sex with anyone else - and it was good. The two of them felt close to one another again, much to Daniel's relief.

The cobbler was excellent, which was a nice bonus.

Hannah's period came the next day, right on schedule. Although Hannah was generally progressive - and Daniel was always chill and respectful - she was still no fan of period sex; it just felt dirty to her. As a result, the Jacobses' sex life went on pause for a few days while work and day-to-day life took over.

Without sex serving as a reason to talk about what had happened, the subject of Shaun simply disappeared from their conversations. There were no more whispered jokes about the older man, no teasing references to his claims, no reason to dwell on how his boasts had lined up with reality. Neither of them brought him up, and for a while, it seemed that both of them were perfectly happy to leave the whole thing behind.

Daniel and Hannah fell back into their usual routines. Hannah went to work, came home, made dinner except when they ordered takeout, and spent a couple of evenings catching up on television shows that they had fallen behind on. Daniel worked late two or three times, then spent time at home painting a model he had been putting off. The couple slipped back into the comfortable rhythm that had always characterized their marriage.

Once, while they were brushing their teeth before bed, Hannah caught sight of herself in the mirror and remembered, with startling clarity, the way that Shaun had looked at her on the dance floor. The memory was so vivid that she found herself staring at her own reflection for several seconds before realizing that Daniel was saying something to her.

Another time, Daniel happened to hear a song that had been playing at Club Destiny that night. Instantly, his mind conjured up an image of his wife grinding against the older man before he consciously shoved it away.

Neither of them mentioned these moments; there was no reason for them to do so. After all, they were nothing more than memories.

At least, that was what they told themselves.

By the end of the week, Hannah's period had run its course, and the tension that had threatened to settle over their home seemed to have faded, much to Daniel's relief. At first, he had worried that something would permanently change between them after that night. Instead, they were laughing together again, trading little insults the way that they always had, and falling asleep tangled together in the same familiar way. Everything that had happened with Shaun seemed to be fading into the rearview.

Nearly a week later, the two of them were sitting together on the couch when their teasing began leading them down the familiar path to sex. The situation wasn't anything unusual; Hannah was curled against Daniel with his hand resting on her thigh. Their conversation gradually became flirtier, then suggestive, and eventually the two of them found themselves slipping back into the sort of playful dirty talk that had been such a big part of their marriage.

For a while, they remained in safe territory; they talked about Hannah flirting at the club and joked about all of the men who wanted her. Daniel teased her about how much she enjoyed that attention, but Hannah gave as good as she got, reminding him of how much it turned him on to know that other men wanted his wife.

Then, almost without either of them meaning to, the conversation drifted closer to the old fantasy. Hannah noticed it first, and a teasing phrase died on her lips. Daniel noticed her hesitation immediately.

Neither of them said Shaun's name out loud; they didn't need to. The look they exchanged said enough. Suddenly, after days of successfully avoiding the subject and pretending that it was safely buried in the past, both of them were painfully aware that perhaps the memory hadn't faded nearly as much as they would have liked.

"I wonder what he's doing tonight," Daniel offered. As the words left his mouth, it felt as if the breath had been sucked out of his lungs. Inwardly, he chided himself - why the fuck had he brought that back up now? The last thing he wanted to do was upset Hannah.

Hannah took an even breath before responding, careful to keep her voice steady despite the adrenaline that had jolted through her system when Daniel had made his casual query. "Well," she spoke, "it's a Wednesday evening, so he's probably not at the club since it'll be dead." She took a long pause, feeling like she was tottering on the edge of a cliff, before she continued. Her own curiosity warred with their agreement to leave all of this in the past. After a long moment, she spoke. "I, uh... I could text him back and ask, if you really want to know."

Daniel's mouth went dry and his heart started pounding. Text him back? What the hell? "Um... honey," he stammered, "what do you mean 'text him back'?"

The blonde swallowed, trying to keep her expression even-keeled. "I have his cell number, baby," she explained. "He texted me once - that night, after we got home, hoping we enjoyed it and to be safe." She saw the expression on her husband's face and quickly continued. "I never texted him back," she asserted. "You can check my phone!" she added as she held the device up.

Daniel shook his head. "I'm not going to do that," he declared. "I trust you. I wasn't worried about you texting him, I just didn't realize that he had your number. Or that you had his. Or whatever." Daniel tried to keep his breathing steady, even as it felt like the rug had been pulled from beneath his feet. He couldn't deny the rush of arousal that had hit him when Hannah had made her casual admission. But what did this change, Daniel asked himself. Nothing. He took a breath and forced himself to smile.

For a few moments, silence hung heavy in the living room as neither of them said anything.

Hannah glanced down at the phone in her hand, then back at her husband. "It's not like I've been talking to him," she declared in a defensive tone.

Daniel smiled. "I know," he responded.

"I ignored his message," she insisted.

"I know that, too," he agreed.

She gave him a suspicious look. "You sound disappointed," she offered.

"Not disappointed," Daniel replied. "Just... curious."

"About what?" she asked

He shrugged. "Nothing, really. Just... curious."

That should probably have been the end of it. And, for the moment, it was.

They returned to their conversation, slipping gradually back into the comfortable banter that had always come so easily to them. A few minutes later, Shaun's name had disappeared from the discussion entirely; even though both of them were now aware of how to contact the older man, it didn't seem important now, just a random fact to file away. Instead, they steered the conversation back to dirty talk about faceless men, flirting, and how sexy Daniel found his wife to be. Sex that night was a little more raw than it had been recently, and they both enjoyed it.

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"Dinner is served!" Daniel declared with a proud grin as he placed the last dish onto the counter.

It was Taco Tuesday in the Jacobs home, and Hannah set down the pitcher of homemade margaritas and gave her husband's efforts an appraising look.

"Cotija, pico, diced red onion, cilantro, lime... well done, honey," she observed at his spread of traditional Mexican toppings.

"You left out the lettuce and the shredded cheddar!" he protested.

"Baby, I'm eating real tacos - the Gringo-style stuff is for you," she teased.

Daniel stuck out his tongue as they both began fixing their plates.

The atmosphere was relaxed as the couple chatted about work and friends while eating. About halfway through dinner, as Daniel was relaying a tale about the office politics he so despised, Hannah's phone buzzed with a text notification; she frowned slightly as she glanced to see the message, then swiped to dismiss it.

The look on her face prompted Daniel to question it. "Who was that?" he asked. "You seem annoyed."

"Not annoyed," Hannah explained, "just a little... surprised is all, I guess." Seeing her husband's questioning expression, she sighed. "It was Shaun," she admitted.

He arched an eyebrow. "What did he want?" he questioned.

"Just asking how we were doing," she replied.

Daniel felt a little smirk playing at his mouth. "It seems a little rude to just ignore him forever. Aren't you going to answer him?" he asked mildly.

For a long moment, the question hung, unanswered in the air. "Okay," Hannah finally murmured as she kept her expression carefully neutral. She tapped out a brief reply, then hit send. As she did so, she tried to ignore the flutter in her stomach.

After a few moments, Hannah's phone buzzed with a reply, which she quickly dismissed. "I thought you were making queso dip?" she inquired. Daniel smacked his palm against his forehead in mock annoyance and went to grab the crock pot and bag of tortilla chips.

The chips and queso were relocated to the living room as the couple pulled up a movie to watch. Daniel tried to play it cool, but his curiosity was too strong, so he finally came out with it. "What did the two of you text about?" he asked while making every effort to appear nonchalant.

Hannah rolled her eyes and pulled up the conversation, then presented it to her husband.

Shaun: Hey there. Hope that you enjoyed tonight as much as I did. Be safe.

Shaun: Hey there. How have y'all been?

Hannah: We are good. You?

Shaun: Busy with work. New install means long hours.

Hannah: Hopefully that means good overtime pay!

Shaun: Yeah. I wouldn't do it otherwise.

As expected, the first two messages from Shaun were nearly three weeks apart. Despite Daniel's imagination, however, the conversation was mundane - almost painfully so. He wasn't quite sure why he felt a note of disappointment at that discovery.

At the end of reading the brief conversation, Daniel gave a little snicker. "That's it?" he teased.

Hannah gave a small frown. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Daniel shook his head. "I guess that I didn't know quite what to expect," he admitted, "although I really didn't think it would read like this... like you'd been texting your dentist." He chuckled. "I mean... if you're going to text the guy, you ought to at least flirt with him a little bit."

Hannah studied her husband's face for signs that he was teasing, but found none. For some reason, her heart rate had sped up a bit. "All right..." she allowed. "I mean, if you want me to..."

When Daniel made no move to suggest that he was joking, Hannah gave a wan smile and typed up another message.

"Now, start the movie!" she demanded as she poured herself a margarita from their pitcher.

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The movie selection was the type they both enjoyed - a cheesy creature feature, the perfect kind of entertainment where you can laugh along with the absurd plot and not worry about thinking too much. Honestly, that fact turned out to be both a blessing and a curse; it allowed Hannah to periodically read and send texts without worrying about missing subtle details of the film, but the lack of deep plot also kept Daniel from being engrossed enough to not wonder what it was that was making his wife smile or occasionally giggle when she read an incoming message. By the time the closing credits rolled, he was almost tingling with anticipation.

"Okay, spill it," he demanded as the movie came to its end. "You've been giggling like a schoolgirl for the past hour and a half. What exactly is going on?"

The blonde gave him an exaggerated look. "You told me to flirt with him," she declared.

"I know!" he exclaimed. "But the anticipation is killing me! It's a little like when you go off dancing and I'm stuck having to imagine what might be going on until you get home."

Hannah downplayed the entire thing. "It's not that big of a deal, really," she insisted. "Just a little flirting."

"Hannah..." Daniel warned, his tone trailing off.

"All right, all right," she sighed. "Here!" she exclaimed as she handed the device over.

Hannah: You really are working a lot, then?

Shaun: Seems that way. You checking up on me?

Hannah: Maybe.

Shaun: Thought you said you weren't interested in me.

Hannah: I never said that.

Shaun: No? I seem to remember you arguing with me pretty hard about that.

Hannah: I was arguing with you because you were being obnoxious.

Shaun: And now?

Hannah: Now I'm just curious whether you're always this full of yourself.

Shaun: You sound like you don't mind it.

Hannah: You're entirely too confident.

Shaun: Ain't heard you complain yet.

Hannah: Don't get ahead of yourself.

Shaun: I ain't in no hurry.

Hannah: That's probably the most annoying thing about you.

Shaun: Funny. Somehow I don't think that's what bothers you most.

Hannah: You really do enjoy getting under my skin, don't you?

Shaun: Seems like you keep coming back to let me.

Daniel felt that familiar arousal rush through his bloodstream even as a little jealousy tried to grab at his stomach. He had requested that she take this step, yes, but Hannah hadn't merely gone through the motions; this was real flirting - and it didn't take a genius to see how much she was enjoying it.

As he slowly read the messages, the blonde's face took on a note of concern at his body language. "I'm just playing with him, baby," she started, "and only because you told me to..." She had been excited by the flirting - in fact, far more excited than she expected to be - but it wasn't worth Daniel being upset.

Daniel gave her a ragged little grin. "I'm not complaining, babe," he declared. "It's just... wow." He shook his head, then leaned in to kiss her. "It's hard to explain just how much it turns me on to have a wife this hot."

The sex that night wasn't just satisfying - it was intense. There was an edge there, a passion that neither of them had realized had been missing until they found it. They both pretended that the intensity came merely from the good old standby of Hannah being flirty - and not from Hannah specifically flirting with the older black man.

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A little more than a week had passed. Life was good at the Jacobs house; Hannah and Daniel talked freely, enjoyed one another's company, and enjoyed the best sex they had shared in some time.

Hannah and Shaun texted almost every day, save the days that the older man had to work extra-long shifts and was only interested in sleep afterward. Daniel always knew when it was Shaun texting his wife as opposed to Andrea or Madison, as the little flirtatious glint in her eye gave her away every time. Daniel sometimes felt as if he were being subjected to Pavlovian conditioning; when Hannah's phone notification buzzed and that look crossed her face, he never failed to feel arousal - despite that little pocket of jealous worry that also seemed more and more commonplace.

To be fair, Hannah never once tried to hide the messages or pretend that she was doing anything else. In fact, there had been multiple times when she would be curled up with her husband on the couch while they watched television and she opened a fresh text from the older man or tapped out a reply of her own. Furthermore, she repeatedly insisted that Daniel should check the messages for himself anytime he felt like it; the two of them had never locked their phones and had always maintained an "open access" policy in regard to their phones, and Hannah wasn't about to change that agreement now. However, Daniel wasn't very interested in reading the messages firsthand; he vastly preferred that Hannah tell him about their content as part of their dirty talk.

That evening, Daniel looked up from the model he was painting to see Hannah smirking at her phone with that same mischievous look on her face while she typed. He didn't need to ask, as he knew exactly what - and who - was provoking that face. That same cocktail of emotions came rolling through Daniel's body - the arousal, the jealousy, perhaps the slightest hint of fear.

Hannah looked up and her gaze met Daniel's. As she had always told him, he had a terrible poker face; without even trying, she could read the conflict written there. Suddenly, she went from amused and aroused to concerned - the fun she was getting from the texts wasn't worth hurting her husband over.

"Babe, I don't have to do this," she offered.

Daniel swallowed. "I know that," he spoke, trying to downplay the internal conflict.

The blonde's lips pursed for a moment. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked. "We're just having a little fun here. If this bothers you, then it isn't fun."

He thought for just a moment, then shook his head, and his expression became almost apologetic. "No, I don't want you to stop," he explained. "It's... a little strange," he admitted. "I'm always turned on by you flirting. But sometimes I feel... I dunno, a little off-balance. A little unsure." He sighed. "But the crazy thing is, those feelings make everything so much more intense. Not being fully in control scares me," he admitted. "But it also makes things even hotter."

Hannah's eyes narrowed. "I don't know," she began, "if this makes you feel bad, then maybe I should..."

Daniel interrupted. "No," he declared. "You are enjoying it. I am enjoying it. It's damned good for our sex life."

As Daniel stood up and dropped his paint brush in the rinse cup before walking to Hannah's side, she felt a small wave of relief wash over her. Hannah's offer to stop was genuine; she loved Daniel and would never intentionally hurt him... but it would have been a little frustrating to cut this fun out, cold turkey.

Daniel leaned in to kiss his wife on the neck, and when she tilted her head back to give him better access, his gaze settled for a moment on her phone screen.

What he saw was a continued progression, an ongoing escalation in the messages. What had begun as playful teasing had gradually become openly sexual, with dirty talk now making up a substantial part of their exchanges. Daniel felt a tremble of nerves, but even as he registered the borderline fear that he felt, he realized that he had become erect.

Impulsively, Daniel slid his hand beneath the waistband of Hannah's yoga pants. He encountered no underwear to impede his hand on its journey down, which was typical of her with this type of outfit. Momentarily, his questing fingers slipped between his wife's legs, and the slick heat that he discovered proved that he was not the only one turned on by this escalation.

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"Honey, have you seen my phone?" came Hannah's voice from the kitchen. Daniel chuckled and rolled his eyes. His wife was incredibly organized in most facets of her life, but for some reason he could never quite fathom, she seemed almost allergic to keeping up with her cell phone and car keys. If a week went by when they only went on one such hunt, it was remarkable.

"When did you have it last?" he called out in reply from his location in the hall. At least they knew it was inside of the house - Hannah had been giggling during a call with Madison as they walked in from the car earlier, so Daniel knew that she hadn't left it at the grocery store. That didn't mean that she hadn't put it into the refrigerator, inside of a cabinet, or even dropped it in the trash as she put groceries away- he sighed as he remembered digging through the garbage to rescue the thing in the past from just such a chain of events.

The blonde made some reply that he couldn't quite make out. "I'm going to go ahead and call it, babe," he offered loudly. A rueful grin crossed his features as he pulled his own phone out of his pocket and began to dial - hopefully, Hannah hadn't turned her ringer off, as she somehow confoundingly did.

On a hunch, Daniel headed towards the bedroom as he dialed, thinking that she might have plugged the phone in to charge, then accidentally knocked it off of the dresser. He'd certainly fished it out from beneath the dresser or the bed enough times for it to be worth checking.

Stepping into the bedroom door made a grin settle onto Daniel's features in spite of the annoyance of the phone hunt. The covers were still rumpled down onto the foot on the bed from earlier that morning. The sex had been spontaneous and scaldingly hot - which seemed to be the norm of late. The fantasies and dirty talk had become such a central focus of their sessions of late, but the results were so impactful, so powerful, that it seemed almost silly to not incorporate them.

Daniel could hear the ringing in his phone's speaker, but no matching ringtone in the room. Just as he turned to exit, he registered a rhythmic hum - Hannah had indeed turned the ringer down, but at least had not turned vibration off. Soon enough, he managed to locate the missing phone where it had slipped between a pillow and the bedside table; grinning, he picked it up.

"Found it!" he called out. "You dropped it by the bed!" Smirking, he couldn't resist piling on. "You also had the ringer off - again!"

As he turned to leave the bedroom, Daniel felt vibration in his hand. He glanced down to see a text notification on Hannah's phone. As he began to look away, his brain caught up with what his eyes had just registered - Message from Shaun.

While he normally preferred that Hannah tell him about her texts with the older man, Daniel did read some of them from time to time. As he tapped on the notification, he announced in a teasing tone, "looks like you got a new text from somebody who wants your body..."

His voice trailed off as the message app opened to reveal a photo of a thick, long, fully engorged black penis. An isolated part of Daniel's mind registered that the lighting and composition of the photo were excellent; the thick, ropy veins were clearly visible on the intimidating phallus. As the surprise of the discovery began to wear off, he processed the caption for the photo.

Shaun: Look at the effect you have on me.

It felt like the world was a little out of balance. He knew that the texts between his wife and the black man had gotten explicit; he had glanced at the messages a time or two since Hannah had offered to stop texting Shaun, and had gathered that things were intensifying. And of course, Hannah told him about the texts on a near-daily basis as foreplay or during actual sex. Even so, he hadn't been quite prepared to witness Shaun's full glory.

As the saying went, curiosity killed the cat. Something in Daniel's psyche demanded that he scroll up to see what had led to this, and when he did, his stomach lurched.

When he first saw the dick pic, Daniel immediately assumed that the older man was behaving in the stereotypical male way of sending unsolicited genital photos. Instead, Daniel discovered that it was actually his wife who had started the sharing of pictures.

The conversation had been provocative, even explicit - which was neither new nor unexpected. But that very afternoon, things had taken a turn.

Hannah: Oh, you like my body?

Shaun: I told you before I even thought I had a chance with you that you had a great body. Turns out, it's even better than I had imagined. You're one of those women who actually looks better naked than with clothes on. Lots of women don't.

Hannah: What's your favorite part?

Shaun: Oh, that's a tough one. There's lots to choose from, but them titties is hard to forget. I think about them a lot.

Hannah: You mean these?

The next message was a closeup of Hannah's bare chest, with her arms crossed under her breasts, which both pressed them together and caused them to stand up proudly. It wasn't lost on Daniel that his wife's nipples, which were normally small and relatively flat, were visibly swollen and standing at attention in the photo - a clear sign of her arousal.

As if passing a particularly spectacular car crash, Daniel could not seem to look away.

Shaun: Damn, girl. Those are even better than I remember!

Hannah: I'm glad that you enjoy.

Shaun: Them nipples say I'm not the only one enjoying this.

Hannah: Maybe...

Shaun: I didn't know you was gonna show me the part I picked. I mighta said that pretty pink pussy of yours. I damn sure still remember how tight and wet it was on me.

Daniel's mouth had gone dry. Hannah had always been pretty sexually open with him, but one of her consistent lines was nudes. He had hinted, joked, and even outright asked for her to send him spicy pictures at work - or to let him take some himself - but she had always demurred. While Hannah liked to dress up sexily - as she did at the club - she was rather shy about being seen naked; it had only been within the last year or so that she didn't reflexively try to cover up if Daniel walked in on her while she was changing. Furthermore, she had told him that she just wasn't comfortable with naked photos of her on a phone; what if someone hacked or stole the pictures? What if someone was looking at Daniel's phone and came across them?

Part of him wanted to close the phone and hand it back to Hannah. Part of him had to scroll down. That second part won out... and there it was.

Hannah's pussy filled the pane of the next message. The tuft of soft blonde hair was just visible from the photo angle; her pink labia were closed tightly, with both her clit and vaginal opening hidden entirely. There was a hint of shiny slickness where the labia met.

Hannah: That what you wanted to see?

Shaun: Fuck, baby. That may be the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. Damn if it don't look every bit as tight as it is. I wonder, though...

Hannah: You wonder what?

Shaun: I wonder are you are as wet as I think you are?

Daniel felt a cold knot in his stomach, but he scrolled down anyway.

Another closeup photo. This time, Hannah had used her index and middle fingers to spread her labia wide. There was no doubt whatsoever as to her arousal status; her pink clit was peeking out from beneath its hood, the opening of her vagina was flushed pink and was visibly glossy with an obvious coating of clear liquid.

Hannah: What do you think?

Daniel loved his wife, so he had accepted this boundary of hers and never pushed her for nudes. And yet, here she had shared explicit photos with another man - something that she would never do for him, her own husband. What made it even worse, if possible, was that Shaun hadn't even asked for them - Hannah had clearly chosen of her own volition to share the pictures. It had been her idea!

His mouth full of ash, Daniel finally looked up from the phone to find the blonde standing there, watching him.

"You're looking at the pictures," she stated in an even tone as he handed her the phone. It wasn't a question, simply an observation.

Daniel swallowed, trying to ignore the bile that threatened to climb his throat. "Yeah," he finally managed to choke out. "They're... they are hot," he observed, trying to keep his voice even. Suddenly, Daniel realized that as off-balance as he felt, he was also erect - almost painfully so.

"Are you mad?" the blonde asked.

Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment. "Not... mad," he allowed. "Surprised, for sure. And I have to admit... it doesn't feel great. You sent him dirty pictures when you've always turned me down. That's... that's rough."

Her face fell at his admission. "Baby, I'm sorry that you are hurt," Hannah stated earnestly. "This is supposed to be hot for the both of us. It's supposed to be fun. The last thing I want is for you to be hurt. I honestly didn't expect you to react like this when I told you about it later tonight. I thought that you'd be turned on."

Daniel sighed in response. He ignored the warning bell in his head telling him to pause and responded truthfully. "If I am honest with you..." he paused for a moment before continuing, "I am hard after reading this," he admitted. "It's hot as fuck. But it's also scary, and it just doesn't feel good to know that your wife will do things for another man that she won't do for you."

Hannah rapidly closed the distance between them and pulled Daniel into her arms. The hurt in his voice hurt her in turn, so she tried to clarify things. "Baby, it was never about giving him things that I wouldn't give you," she said. "That's not it at all."

Daniel could not hide the confusion in his voice. "That what was it about?" he asked as he pulled back to look her in the eye.

Hannah frowned in thought. "It's all tied up in this fantasy we are sharing," she explained. "It's about turning him on... but not just that, it's about having the power to turn him on. He's so smug," she stated, "so in control - but me sending pictures put me in control. I kept my face out of them, so it's not like anybody would know me if they saw them on his phone. I figured that he would react pretty strongly to those pictures, and I was thinking that when we had sex tonight and I talked to you about sending them, you would react even stronger." She gave a little grin. "You talk about how much it turns you on to have a hot wife. Do you have any idea how much it turns me on to have both of you react to me like that?"

Daniel felt like he was standing at the edge of a tall cliff. His wife's words made sense; after all, he had wanted her to be turned on, too. He had enjoyed her being turned on, as it had been so great for their sex life. But beneath all of that was an unease that he couldn't shake.

"Okay, fair enough," he allowed. "I get it. I don't love it yet, but I get it. But I need for you to be honest with me, baby." He fixed her with an earnest expression even as the unvoiced question knotted in his throat. "Do you want him?" he managed to ask. "Do you actually want him again?"

It was Hannah's turn to be knocked off guard. All of the dirty talk - both with her husband and with this other man - was one thing. But Daniel was talking about real life, not just fantasy. She had seen the hurt on his face, and didn't want to cause any more hurt. But the two of them had always insisted that their marriage was built on honesty and trust - if she was anything less than honest right now, wasn't she betraying all of that?

Carefully, she answered. "Honestly? Yes." She paused. "Don't get this twisted," she insisted. "I don't love him. I don't have any romantic feelings towards him - at all. I don't want any sort of relationship with him."

She shook her head. "But I am really into what this does to us. And yes... I want to experience that rush again."

Daniel nodded, his heart in his throat - and his cock straining his pants. "Wow," he breathed. "That... that's a lot." Once again, he pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to process. "I guess that I can't really pretend that this is just my thing anymore, huh?"

Hannah gave a little sound of derision. "I thought that one of the big things that turned you on about all of this was that it turned me on, too?" she asked pointedly.

Daniel nodded. "Yeah, you got me. I don't guess that it makes sense to be into you being into it, then get pissed if you are actually, you know, into it."

She arched an eyebrow. 'That's a mouthful," she observed drily.

He gave a weak grin. "Look, I'm trying to come to terms with my wife wanting to fuck another man for real outside of my fantasies, okay?" He gave grim chuckle. "What else have you two been chatting about?" he asked. "Have you already planned another meet, and just hadn't told me yet?"

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Of course not," she asserted. "I love you, asshole - I wouldn't dream of going behind your back. Have we talked about how it would be to have sex again? Absolutely. Are we both into it? Obviously. But we haven't made any plans or anything like that. It's been more of a 'what if' kind of thing as opposed to any sort of concrete reality."

She held the phone back out. "Why don't you actually go back and read the conversations - at least for the past week or so," she suggested.

Daniel accepted the offered device. "That might be a good idea," he allowed. "But maybe I'll grab a beer first?" Hannah giggled and volunteered to grab one from the fridge.

Daniel sat down on the couch, took a long sip, then started scrolling up. "Wow," he observed, "there are a lot of texts here!"

Hannah rolled her eyes. "That hasn't seemed to bother you before," she countered. "In fact, I am sure that I recall you pressing me for details, asking when I had heard from him, and so forth."

A grin crept onto Daniel's face. "Yeah, that's fair. I guess those conversations do make a lot of messages."

He settled into a spot in the conversation about a week previous and started to read.

Hannah: You know, I was thinking about what you said the other night.

Shaun: That can get you into trouble.

Hannah: I knew you were going to say something like that!

Shaun: And you still decided to text me.

Hannah: Maybe I was curious.

Shaun: About what?

Hannah: Maybe I was wondering whether you remember everything about me as well as you claim.

Shaun: I remember enough.

Hannah: That's a confident answer.

Shaun: I ain't heard you complain.

Hannah: I didn't say I was complaining.

Shaun: No, you didn't.

Hannah: You're enjoying this too much.

Shaun: Seems like you are too.

Hannah: Maybe I am.

Shaun: There it is.

Hannah: Don't get too pleased with yourself.

Shaun: Too late.

Hannah: You really are impossible.

Shaun: And you're the one who started this conversation.

Looking at the timestamps of the chat, it struck Daniel that Shaun hadn't initiated this conversation - Hannah had. In fact, a brief scan of other chats showed that this was hardly unusual; if anything, his wife started more of the chats than Shaun did.

She was actively seeking the contact.

Daniel wasn't quite sure what to make of that. His arousal hadn't faded, but there was a hard kernel of jealousy deep inside. He skimmed through more mundane follow up conversations until another one - also started by Hannah - caught his eye.

Hannah: You know what I keep thinking about?

Shaun: I got a pretty good idea.

Hannah: Don't flatter yourself.

Shaun: You wouldn't be texting me if I wasn't on your mind.

Hannah: Shut up.

Shaun: So, what are you thinking about?

Hannah: That night.

Shaun: Figured that might be it.

Hannah: I remember being pretty sure I was going to regret it.

Shaun: And did you?

Hannah:...

Shaun: Didn't sound like you were regretting much at the time.

Hannah: You were paying attention, huh.

Shaun: Hard not to.

Hannah: I keep remembering how completely overwhelmed I was.

Shaun: You were doing just fine.

Hannah: I don't think I've ever felt anything quite like that.

Shaun: I know. And now you're sitting there thinking about it again.

Hannah:...

Hannah: Maybe.

Shaun: Hard to forget something like that.

Hannah: You could say that.

Shaun: I figured you'd look at it a little differently after you'd had time to think about it.

Hannah: I think you might be right.

Shaun: How so?

Hannah: I don't think I'd be nearly as nervous if I ever did something like that again.

Daniel felt like he had been kicked in the gut.

He felt like his cock was going to tear a hole in his pants.

Jesus. She wants him again.

There was no denying it - three days ago, his wife had talked about how she wouldn't be as nervous if she had sex with the old black man again. Sure, she had said "if", not "when", but the fact that she broached the subject at all told how much she must have been thinking about it.

How much of the dirty talk that Daniel and Hannah had been sharing was fueled by her actively thinking about sex with Shaun?

Daniel glanced over at Hannah, who was slowly sipping on a beer of her own. Her face was neutral as she watched him, and for a moment, he considered closing the phone and handing it back to her. It was clear that the dirty talk around the texts hadn't conveyed the full content of them; Daniel had been operating under the assumption that this was still mostly fantasy of his own, when it was obvious that Hannah had her own fantasies, her own desires - and had been probing at the edges of those.

But like a moth drawn to a flame, Daniel found that he couldn't pull himself away. Not yet. Not before he had seen the progression between what he had thought was just some teasing, some flirting, and Hannah showing this man her pussy after he had talked about how much he had enjoyed being inside of it.

Instead, Daniel tore his gaze away from the blonde's face to focus on the phone again as he zeroed in on another conversation.

Hannah: I've been thinking about what you said.

Shaun: That's becoming a habit.

Hannah: Maybe it is.

Shaun: About that night?

Hannah: About what it would be like if there were another night.

Shaun: And what do you think?

Hannah: I think I'd know what I was getting myself into this time.

Shaun: That's different from the first time.

Hannah: Very.

Shaun: You'd still be nervous.

Hannah: Probably.

Shaun: But you'd want it.

Hannah: I... yeah. I would.

Shaun: Sounds like you've thought about this a fair amount.

Hannah: More than I probably should admit.

Shaun: You don't have to admit anything to me.

Hannah: You're annoyingly good at making me say things anyway.

Shaun: So why say them?

Hannah: Maybe because I want to.

Shaun: Yeah. That's what I figured.

Hannah: Suppose I really did decide I wanted to do it again.

Shaun: Then I'd want to know that you were sure about it.

Hannah: And if I was?

Shaun: Then we'd figure out when.

Hannah: That's it?

Shaun: What else would there be?

Hannah: I don't know. I expected you to be a little more... excited?

Shaun: I'm interested. Never once said that I wasn't. But you're the one doing the deciding.

Hannah: You really don't chase, do you?

Shaun: Why would I? You want it or you don't.

Hannah: You make this sound ridiculously simple.

Shaun: It usually is.

Daniel's head was spinning. My God, there was no doubt - not that the nudes had really left any doubt to begin with - that his wife wasn't just humoring him. She wasn't simply riffing off of his fantasy. No, Hannah actually wanted it.

She wanted to fuck Shaun again.

He looked up, his heart racing, his hands trembling, his cock as hard as ever. "I think that I've read enough," he managed to choke out.

"Are you okay?" Hannah asked, genuine concern on her face as she moved closer to him.

"I... I'm working on it," he replied hesitantly.

Daniel struggled with the powerful emotions warring inside of him. His wife's love was clearly visible on her face; he truly believed that she had no intention of hurting him... which almost made the revelations harder to process. This wasn't something Hannah was merely doing for his sake; she wanted it, too. She was very clearly thinking about it quite a bit.

The conversations had gone from flirting, to reminiscing, to discussing what another encounter might be like. She hadn't set anything up behind his back; she hadn't hinted at any sort of sneaking around. Even so, she was openly talking about doing it again, openly expressing her interest... to the point that she had shared explicit photos with this other man just to tease him, to turn him on, to make him want her more.

The fantasy was so hot for Daniel. Mixing in memory with fantasy was damned near addictive; it made the fantasy so much more alive, so much more real, and helped the sex between the two of them reach such heights. But the reality... the reality scared him.

It was clear that their mutual agreement of this being a one-time thing had fallen by the wayside somewhere along the way, and Daniel wasn't even sure when it had happened.

Even as his feelings continued to swirl inside of him, Hannah abruptly placed her beer bottle on the end table and stood up. She then reached out and took Daniel's own beverage from him, placed it beside hers, and took his hand. "Come with me," she compelled him.

The blonde led him by the hand to their bedroom, where she peeled her tee shirt off and leaned in to press her breasts against Daniel's chest. She took his face in her hands, pulled him in for a deep, tender kiss, then pulled her body tightly against his.

The sex was powerful, grounding, fulfilling. There was no mention of Shaun, nor was there dirty talk of any sort. Instead, there was loving, kissing, and undisguised passion - just the two of them reconnecting both in body and soul.

When it was over, the couple lay in a sweaty mess among the rumpled sheets. For a time, they were content to be silent, totally still except for Daniel stroking Hannah's unruly blonde locks as she snuggled in the crook of his arm with her head against his chest.

After a time, Hannah finally spoke. "We don't have to keep doing this," she offered in a soft voice. "We can just... stop. Walk away. No more texting, no more flirting, no more escalating." She took a breath and paused for a moment. "I love you, Daniel," she declared as she raised up on an elbow to look him in the eyes. "We have had some fun with this, but I don't need any of it - what I need is you."

He started to speak, but she continued. "I know this fantasy is powerful for you. It's powerful for me, too. I..." she hesitated. "I want it to go beyond fantasy. But not if it hurts you. Not if it hurts us."

Daniel looked into those luminous blue eyes full of sincere vulnerability. The sex they had just shared, the connection... it was so real. Hannah making this sort of genuine offer was a little humbling; the texts, the confessed desires - they proved just how strong her own urges were, yet she was willing to walk away so as to not hurt him.

Her hunger was scary. If it had been just his own fantasy, then Daniel could have always just turned things off if it got a little too intense - but it was no longer just his own fantasy. He had lost control, and that terrified him - while simultaneously turning him on at a deep, instinctual level that he didn't fully understand.

As he stared into those beautiful eyes, Daniel swallowed. If she was going to be totally honest and vulnerable, then he could do no less. "I... I don't know how to stop wanting this," he confessed. "It scares me more than a little, and I still don't love everything about this situation - the pictures, for instance, still bother me some," he stated. "But I want it, too. It turns me on more than I can really say. I think about it all the time."

He shook his head, then looked at her once more. "I want to see you with him again. I want to see that pleasure, that absolute bliss, on your face again. We talk about this stuff, and the what if's turn me on... but they are so much more powerful since I don't have to imagine how it might be - I can remember how it was. So yeah... it scares me, but I want to keep going. I want it."

Hannah was surprised - and a little ashamed - at the relief that flooded through her body when Daniel gave her his answer. She absolutely meant what she had said; her offer to stop forever was legitimate. It was only when her husband shared that he didn't want to stop, that he wanted to see it again, that it hit her just how badly she was hoping he would decline her offer to stop.

Her voice was husky. "Are you sure?" she asked. "You really want to do this again?"

He nodded, his own voice similarly cracking. "I'm sure. I want it."

It was going to happen again. A little tingle of thrill ran through Hannah's body as the idea morphed from fantasy to reality.

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The sedan's headlights illuminated the driveway of the small house that Shaun called home. As the car came to a halt, Daniel killed the headlights and then the engine. "Are you ready?" he asked, nervousness causing his heart to race.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Hannah answered.

Setting up the repeat visit had indeed been shockingly simple. Hannah had texted Shaun that she and Daniel had talked, and they wanted to come visit again. He asked her if she was sure, then suggested that they come to his house at eight PM on the following Monday night, as it was his first off night in the middle of a run of overtime. Hannah double checked her calendar, and while Monday wasn't quite as safe of a day as the first encounter with Shaun had been, it was still considered to be a "safe day."

And now, Daniel was eyeing his wife as they stood beneath the black man's front porch light in the crisp spring night air. Unlike their first visit, when she had been wearing a clubbing outfit and serious makeup, tonight saw Hannah in a simple tank top and yoga pants, with little makeup - and no underwear. After all, she had explained, it didn't make much sense to put a lot of effort into makeup that would just be ignored and likely worn off pretty quickly - nor was there much need in underwear that would be swiftly discarded as something of an afterthought.

No, tonight was about nothing more than sex - and everyone understood that.

Daniel could see his wife's nipples clearly outlined in her tank top thanks to the lack of a bra. He gave a little grin, trying to mask the nervousness that he felt.

"A little excited, are we?" he teased as he openly stared at her breasts.

Rather than be offended - or even pretend to be as a joke - Hannah simply nodded. "Yes," she admitted, looking at the ground. Her eyes came up to meet her husband's, and Daniel saw a little fear on her face. Her tone was shy, a little embarrassed as she spoke. "I... I am wet," she confessed. "Nobody has touched me, and I'm already wet."

Daniel felt his penis begin to harden at his wife's declaration, but before he could stammer out a coherent reply, the door opened.

There stood Shaun, wrapped in a purple terrycloth robe whose edges barely met at the apex of his rotund belly. He gave a large smile, his thick lips spreading wide while his eyes seemed almost partially hidden beneath his sloping brow. If anything, the older black man was even less attractive than Daniel had remembered.

"Good evenin', y'all," their host greeted them. "I figured I'd take a shower before y'all got here." He grinned at them as they seemed frozen on his doorstep. "What are y'all waitin' for? Come on in!"

Daniel was amazed at Hannah's body language as she accepted the invitation. The way that she leaned in to hug the older man, pressing her breasts firmly against him. The hint of silliness that touched her grin. The slight flush that colored her cheeks and neck. Daniel realized that, if anything, Hannah had downplayed her level of arousal; the crotch of her poor yoga pants was surely already well on the way to being completely saturated.

As they had during their first visit, they followed Shaun to his bedroom. This time, however, there was no attempt at small talk, no preamble, not even any real awkwardness. As soon as they reached the room, Hannah grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head to free her breasts. A grinning Shaun stepped up, hooked his thumbs in her waistband, and peeled the yoga pants off of the blonde, causing the scent of her musk to waft through the small room.

The black man slipped an arm around the naked blonde and pulled her to him, where she met his lips with her own. After they exchanged several deep, hungry kisses, he quickly had Hannah on her back atop the bed with his face buried between her creamy thighs.

In less than five minutes since they walked through the front door, Hannah was crying out in her first orgasm of the evening.

As the older man worked Hannah through three more orgasms, he dropped his robe to reveal a completely naked body. Daniel felt awkward being the only one still dressed, so by the time Hannah had hit her limit of oral orgasms and once again begged Shaun for his cock, her husband was also naked.

This time, Shaun placed Hannah on her hands and knees, then lifted his ponderous belly up to rest it on the blonde woman's lower back. For a moment, Daniel had thought to watch the actual penetration, but the large man's bulk made it difficult to see. Instead, Daniel moved toward the head of the bed and looked into his wife's eyes.

Those blue eyes were already somewhat glazed from her repeated orgasms. As her body shifted forward a bit, Hannah made a face of discomfort for a long moment. Then, her eyes went wide and a groan escaped her mouth.

"Oh baby..." she moaned, "he's... he's inside meee..."

Daniel couldn't help but squeeze his own steely cock as broken sounds escaped his wife's throat during every thrust. At first, her breasts swung back and forth with each stroke of the bulky man, but soon, Hannah could no longer hold herself up on her arms. As she collapsed down, her face rubbed back and forth across the bedspread while her ass was still up in the air, which Shaun used as a handle to drive himself inside of the blonde again and again.

After Hannah's second orgasm from being fucked that way wound down, she murmured something that sounded like a question.

"What was that, baby?" Daniel asked as he leaned in close to his wife. To his credit, Shaun politely slowed his efforts until he was barely moving.

Her voice was small, dreamy, as if she was floating somewhere far away. "Can he make me... you know... do that thing again?" she asked.

That thing? Daniel wondered. What thing? As he thought back to the first meeting, it hit him what she had to mean.

"Are you wanting him to make you squirt again?" he asked. "Is that what you mean?"

"Please..." Hannah sighed. "Oh, please..."

Daniel looked past his wife, into the unattractive face of the older black man whose penis was firmly embedded inside of her saturated vagina. "Shaun," he offered, trying his best to tamp down the humiliation of making such a request, "Hannah wants to know if you will make her squirt again." Daniel's cheeks stung with the intensity of his blushing.

Shaun's face, however, split into a massive grin. "I'd be happy to," he offered in his deep baritone.

The older man pulled back, and his thick, wet penis glistened in the light from the coating of Hannah's secretions. "On your back, girl," he ordered. Once Hannah complied, he scooted back off of the bed, stood up, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her back to him.

As soon as Shaun penetrated the blonde wife on the bed, he repeated the motion he had used the first time, leaning back and sawing perhaps half of his massive dick in and out of her so as to put rhythmic pressure against her G-spot. The man was truly an artisan when it came to sex; watching this was like that scene from Daniel's memories was somehow being played from a recording in front of him. Hannah's head began to toss back and forth, she gripped the sheets into tight fists, all manner of unintelligible sounds came from her; soon, her belly seemed to bulge out. This time, however, she did not fight it; in very little time, she was crying out in ecstasy as burst after burst of clear fluid spurted from her vagina to splatter against the underside of the black man's sizeable belly.

Shaun fucked her through a second squirting orgasm before lowering his bulk down on the smaller blonde woman and fucking her with long, powerful, full strokes.

As she had in the past, Hannah seemed to ragdoll for a time after the squirting was over, but soon enough, her legs had come up and wrapped around the black man's pudgy ass while her hips rose to meet his thrusts.

The ugly old man leaned down and pressed his thick lips to Hannah's. Despite the hardness of his own penis, Daniel felt his stomach turn as he watched his beautiful wife's jaw working while she returned Shaun's kisses.

As he had the time before, Shaun leaned down and murmured into Hannah's ear, and soon she began to nod and agree. This time, however, the black man pulled back just a bit and glanced over at Daniel for a moment before speaking again - but this time, in a voice loud enough that Daniel would hear.

"Is that dick as good as you were hopin' it would be?" the old man asked the blonde beneath him. Hannah's blue eyes came open and focused on the unattractive face above her.

"Yes..." she moaned. "Oh God YESSS... it's... huh.... even better?" Her voice trailed off into what sounded like a question, as if she was confused that such a thing was possible.

Shaun smirked at that, allowing his gaze to once again drift to Daniel for a moment. The younger man was slowly stroking his own penis while watching his wife be stuffed completely full of the older man's larger tool.

"Have you ever had it as good as me?" Shaun asked. Daniel tried to pretend that he didn't hear the note of mockery in the black man's voice.

"NoooGOD nooo..." Hannah moaned. "Never... NEVER as good as this... oh GOD FUCK MEEE..."

Nausea rolled over Daniel as his wife declared the superiority of her current lover. He had no doubt that Shaun was purposely rubbing his nose in this, that the bastard was enjoying having Hannah agree that she had never experienced sex this good.

Daniel wanted to be angry. He wanted to grab something heavy and hit this smug piece of shit across the back of his fat, balding head. But how could he, when one of the hottest elements of this illicit sex between his beautiful wife and this ugly old black bastard was the very fact that he fucked her like she had never been fucked before? He and Hannah had danced around the fact in their dirty talk - it was always about how the sex was so incredibly good, but they had both carefully avoided any sort of comparisons.

Which didn't change anything. They both knew that Hannah had never experienced sex like this. Not like Shaun gave her.

Daniel knew it. Hannah knew it. Shaun knew it. It was tough to be angry at the asshole for actually saying what they were all thinking.

And for some stupid fucking reason, Daniel felt an incredibly powerful jolt of arousal flood his system at the thought of his wife getting the best sex of her life - even though it was from somebody else.

Maybe because it was from somebody else.

Daniel had to let go of his penis for fear that he would come right there.

The wet, sloshing sounds from Hannah's pussy mixed with her moans and sighs as Shaun continued to fuck her with regular, powerful strokes.

As the lewd sounds persisted, Shaun once again leaned down to kiss the smaller white woman beneath him. Daniel continued to deal with disbelief when she responded to his kisses hungrily, as if she craved the contact. As hard as it was to see her respond to the massive cock, Daniel would at least justify that as a function of her body's reactions to the pleasure given. Why though, was she so enthusiastically kissing this repulsive brute like that?

As Shaun pulled back, Daniel caught a glimpse of his wife's pink tongue partially extended beyond her lips, where it had been inside the other man's mouth. He tried not to focus on the feelings it fostered - or wonder why the revulsion seemed to go along with such strong arousal.

The older man smirked down at the blonde beneath him. "You gonna want this black dick inside you again?" he asked, his tone tinged in mockery.

Hannah did not hesitate. "Oh, yes..." she moaned. "Oh, GOD yes... huh... I want this dick, huh. I'll... huh... want it againnn..." Her response faded into a long moan as she head fell to one side. Her eyes were partially open, but they came to focus at her husband as he once again stroked himself slowly while watching the fat older man fuck her thoroughly.

Apparently still not satisfied, Shaun offered another question. "You gonna come back for more of it - even after tonight?"

Hannah's gaze fixed on Daniel's face, blocking out the sweaty, repulsive visage above her, trying to ignore how intensely her body reacted despite how unattractive Shaun might be.

But it was no use pretending. Daniel was a good lover. Daniel got her off consistently. But the fullness, the incredible sensory overload, the way her emotions fired off in raw explosions in concert with what her body was feeling... she couldn't deny it. This was... unreal. Why would she ever want to deny this?

"Yes..." she murmured softly. Even as Daniel's breath caught in his throat at her admission, her response swelled in intensity until it crashed through her like those undeniable orgasms. "Yessuuhhh.... Oh FUCKING YES... I will come... huh... back, Shaun!" she wailed. "I want you to... huh... to FUCK ME... fuck me again and AGAIN... never stop FUCKING meee..."

As Hannah's orgasm wracked her body, the bastard Shaun just grinned at Daniel, all the while fucking the little blonde wife through her climax.

Something about the exchange bothered Daniel - above and beyond the uneasiness that Hannah's words themselves gave him - although he couldn't quite put his finger on what that was. There was something slightly familiar here, but he couldn't quite place what or why.

His musings were cut short as the overweight black man's motions grew less rhythmic. The sick pit in his stomach seemed to recognize the meaning before Daniel's conscious mind did. He tried to pretend that his anticipation hadn't suddenly spiked with the realization.

"Damn, that's the best pussy I ever had," Shaun crudely declared as sweat poured freely onto both the bedding and the woman beneath him. "Gonna make me nut again already," he grunted.

Hannah's blue eyes were locked on the unattractive face above her own as his ejaculation grew near. "You ready to take another load of black cum deep in that married pussy?"

Nausea rolled over Daniel as his wife's legs moved back, seemingly of their own accord, and her heels hooked behind his lumpy ass. He wanted to grab Shaun and pull him off. He wanted to watch that massive cock twitch as it spewed his DNA as deep inside of the blonde as he could.

"Yes... oh GOD YES CUM IN ME!!!" Hannah wailed. "Please, Shaun, please cum deep INSIDE OF MEEE!!!"

Daniel released his penis again just as Shaun began to growl and grunt while pressing his massive bulk down onto the smaller woman.

Oh God, the warmth, oh God another man's semen was flooding her cervix, oh God I shouldn't have another man's virile sperm inside of me like this... A ragged, broken sound escaped Hannah's throat as that familiar warmth began to fill her so deeply inside.

The young man watching the obscene display staggered, nearly falling to his knees as his own ejaculation ripped through his body, despite the fact that nothing was touching his penis. As the ugly old black man inseminated Shaun's wife, his own seed spilled onto the cheap carpet.

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That second visit to Shaun's house shattered any remaining pretense that meeting him had been some one-time exception, some experiment that they were just trying out. There was no use in pretending that the sex didn't satisfy Hannah on a near-spiritual level, nor was there any point to glossing over the breathtaking arousal that Daniel enjoyed while seeing her fucked by the otherwise-repulsive older man. The jealousy, the nervousness, even the revulsion that Daniel felt while his wife was moaning and writhing on that fat black cock didn't take away from the experience - to the contrary, those emotions instead seemed to sharpen, to add to the intensity of the sexual high that he enjoyed from it all.

The memories of that night seemed to help establish a new sexual plateau at home for Hannah and Daniel. The dirty talk around sharing her became much sharper, and focused more and more around her fucking Shaun, and how she reacted to him - the squirting, the abundant orgasms, even begging for his seed. The reality behind the dirty talk ratcheted it all up to a new level of intensity; their sex life had never been this good.

There was an unspoken understanding between the two of them that it would absolutely happen again. While their dirty talk continued to include memories of the previous meets, it also featured aspects of how the sex would be the next time that Hannah fucked Shaun - instead of nonspecific fantasies of how it might be if she fucked him again.

A couple of weeks after that second meet, Hannah's texts to Shaun included a question of when he wanted her to come see him again. He teased her that he thought that she was never going to ask, then suggested some options around his off days. She checked the calendar against her cycle, they agreed on a date, and that was that.

And so it continued for several months. Every few weeks, either Shaun or Hannah would suggest over text that they get together again for sex - though more often than not, she would be the instigator. Shaun's work schedule varied, but he would offer his upcoming off days, which Hannah would cross-reference against her cycle, and a suitable day would be chosen. Daniel would drive their little sedan to the less affluent neighborhood that Shaun called home, the two of them would go inside, and Hannah would have raw, intense, unfettered sex with Shaun while her husband watched and masturbated.

While Shaun never failed to treat Hannah to multiple incredible oral orgasms before they ever moved to penetration, there was some variety in the positions that he used. Sometimes, he would lift his flabby belly up to rest on top of Hannah's back as she knelt in front of the older black man; sometimes, she would straddle his ponderous frame and ride his thick member that way. Most of the encounters included Shaun standing at the foot of the bed, fucking the married white woman as she lay on her back, until she squirted a time or two from the combined intensity of his thick cock stretching her tiny pink pussy while simultaneously pressing so hard against her G-spot; in fact, Hannah would often ask for this sort of sex. Most of these visits would conclude with Shaun seeming to nearly smother the smaller blonde with his entire weight as he lay on top of her while fucking her with long, deep strokes and soaking her in his dripping sweat.

One theme remained very consistent, however - Shaun loved his dirty talk. While he did appear to take some amount of entertainment from Daniel witnessing Hannah's profound responses to his queries, it became very clear that the older man had a real kink for asking the blonde a similar line of questions to confirm that it was good for her, often going further to ask if anyone else ever fucked her so good. He never failed to ask some variation of if she was going to come back for more of his cock. And when he was ready to ejaculate, he always warned her that it was coming, and always demanded to know if she wanted to take his semen deep inside of her vagina.

For her part, Hannah got into the dirty talk at every meet, never failing to respond to any of it enthusiastically. But the very last portion - where Shaun pressed about inseminating her - was obviously growing into a strong kink of her own. Never before had Hannah been able to actually feel when a man ejaculated inside of her, but the combination of the powerful twitches of Shaun's massive penis and the warmth from the sheer volume of semen meant that she could truly feel his load deep inside - which she found to be oddly satisfying and pleasurable. But more than that, the taboo notions of a man who was not her husband - an unattractive old black man at that - pumping his virile sperm deep inside of her, where it flooded her womb in search of her egg, never failed to trigger powerful orgasms from the twisted idea.

Hannah's enthusiasm over being inseminated started to cultivate Daniel's own kink around the subject. It seemed so wrong, so dirty for his wife to allow another man to inject his seed deep inside of her vagina like that. The idea that she was totally bare, totally unprotected and subject to the whims of her cycle, excited him more than he would ever have believed. In the cold light of day, the idea of his wife carrying another man's baby was revolting enough to make his stomach churn and bile to well inside of his throat. But in the heat of the moment, the taboo, the risk of her allowing another man's semen inside of her where it might lead to a bastard implanted in her belly - and a black bastard at that, a child he could not pretend was his own - was so overwhelmingly powerful in its eroticism that Daniel could scarcely breathe when it crossed his mind.

Sometimes, Daniel would manage to contain his arousal enough to take an always-brief turn fucking his wife's sloppy, well-used vagina after Shaun was done with her; often, he would be unable to find that self-control and would explode while watching the coupling between her and the older man. More often than he would have liked, Daniel would ejaculate from no physical stimulation at all; merely watching the ugly man - the sort of man that should never have a shot with a nigh-goddess like Hannah - fuck her so thoroughly and fill her with his copious load of semen would be enough to cause Daniel to reach climax hands-free.

They would return home to lie in bed together, to hold and pet one another. Sometimes, they would find the energy to have reconnecting sex that same night; other times, it would be the next day before that happened, and the two of them would drift asleep while the scents of sweat, semen, and vaginal secretions combined in a lewd perfume.

Two days after one of their visits, the two of them were chatting about the events of that most recent meet. Daniel gave a little smile. "Everybody has their favorite dirty talk," he allowed. "It's pretty clear that asking if you are going to come back for more sex with him is a big deal to Shaun."

Hannah giggled. "Yeah, he has always done that."

Suddenly, little pieces of a puzzle that Daniel had not quite seen the whole of clicked, and he froze with an odd expression on his face. "Always?" he asked, an odd note tinging his voice.

Hannah gave a little frown as she screwed up her mouth and thought back. Then, her eyes went wide as she thought back to that very first whispered conversation on the night when they had gone back to Shaun's place directly from the club.

"Oh, God," she admitted. "Always. He even asked me that the first time I had sex with him."

"The whispers," Daniel observed. "I knew that he was dirty talking with you, then you started agreeing pretty damned enthusiastically." He shook his head. "You know that he's been working this angle from the start, right? Even that night in the club with your friends. He keeps getting you to think ahead to being with him... that's what he was doing that first night. Then when you were with him, it was getting you to think about being with him the next time." He shook his head. "He does it every time you see him."

Unexpected understanding hit Hannah hard as she sat on the couch beside her husband. She had wanted to come back to Shaun before she had admitted it to Daniel - even before she had admitted it to herself.

And Daniel was right. She had pondered sex with Shaun, wondered about it from that very first night in the uber with her friends, had thought about it when he had walked away after she dirty danced with him. And once he had her the first time, he kept planting the seed of the idea of how it would be for her to have sex with him again.

She gave a low, mirthless laugh. "You're right," Hannah admitted. "He's been tilting the board his way the entire time. His whole spiel about how he would ruin me stuck the idea in my head. And him talking about it during sex makes me consciously agree that I want it again."

Her mouth twisted again as she considered more. "It doesn't help that your fantasies went from me just flirting to me fucking another man - and then, that other man became Shaun in all of the dirty talk," she admitted. "That stuff surely helped to keep the idea close at hand."

She looked Daniel in the eye and straightened her back a bit. "The thing is - yeah, he's asking the questions. Yeah, he's putting the thought in my head. Yeah, you made the whole subject a lot easier with your own dirty talk and fantasies."

Her face was serious. "But I'm a big girl, Daniel - it's not like he's tricking me into anything. It's not like I did any of this just for you, either." She scoffed. "I'm making my choices with my eyes wide open. Every single time, I chose the sex because I wanted the sex. Yeah, you have reinforced those choices by being so into it, and yeah, he reinforced them by being right about how fucking good the sex is with him."

Hannah sat straight, no sign of shame or remorse on her face. "I chose to have sex with him the first time, and I chose it every time since. I like having sex with him, Daniel... I like it a lot." She glanced down at her husband's crotch, correctly guessing the impact her words were having. "And you like me having sex with him, too," she declared.

Daniel chuckled in reply. "I don't guess that I can argue with any of that. He may have been manipulating things, but you're right - it has always been your choice." He mirrored the blonde's actions and glanced down at his own crotch before looking back into her eyes. "And you're also right that I can't pretend that I'm not enjoying it, too."

The blonde gave a little uneasy laugh, but smiled and leaned in to kiss her husband. "We are the same brand of fucked up, huh?" she murmured.

He breathed in her scent for a moment, then kissed her neck. "Yeah, we are," he agreed.

Then, for a time, there were more important things to do with mouths than to carry on serious conversation.

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It was a Tuesday evening, more than seven months after the first time that Hannah and Daniel had followed Shaun home from Club Destiny. The two of them were sitting at the table, finishing a dinner of Daniel's spicy spaghetti and chatting about the movie they were going to watch on Netflix that night.

Spaghetti had been Daniel's go-to dish for major dates and such all the way back to high school, he used an outstanding family recipe handed down by his mother. After a couple of years of marriage, Hannah had wondered aloud how red pepper flakes would play with the sauce; Daniel was scandalized at the very notion of such a change. Still, when he next cooked the dish, he had made a face and sprinkled the red pepper in, but to his surprise - and Hannah's delight - the result was delicious. Daniel had never gone back to the traditional method since.

Hannah glanced up at the store-bought frozen chocolate pie thawing on the countertop, wondering how much longer she needed to wait before cutting a slice, when her phone vibrated. Hannah placed her fork down on her empty plate and checked the notification - Message from Shaun. She glanced up at Daniel's face to find him smirking, as if he already knew who it was. She stuck out her tongue, pretending that she didn't feel the heat between her legs beginning to build.

It had been, what, three weeks since she had seen Shaun last? Three and a half, she supposed - it actually had been a Saturday night that time, which was a little uncommon with the older man's weird work schedule. The itch to see him again, to experience that kind of sex again, had been growing to the point she had been about to text him to set something up herself. I guess he couldn't wait anymore, either, she mused as she swiped the messenger app open.

Shaun: Hey. Needed to tell you - I'm leavin'.

Hannah's heart plummeted to a sick knot deep in her stomach. She rapidly tapped out a quick reply.

Hannah: Leaving? What do you mean, leaving? Where are you going?

Shaun: Colorado Springs. Company got a new contract out there, big new plant. They want me to relocate, big money in it for me. I leave in two weeks, fly out on the 24 th.

The blonde was numb as she stared at the screen. Daniel had gotten up to check on the pie himself, but he saw her face fall from across the room.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked as he crossed the distance between them, worry in his voice.

Hannah tried to reassemble her expression, and felt that she had mostly succeeded. She cleared her throat. "Shaun is... uh... leaving. Relocating to Colorado. He leaves in two weeks."

Daniel felt kicked by his own disappointment. It could be a lot to take, it could be a little humiliating sometimes, but Hannah's relationship with Shaun had elevated their own sex life to the stratosphere and had been the perfect fuel for his own fantasies. It had become such a part of their lives that it seemed almost wrong to think of a future where he wasn't sharing Hannah with another man.

"Can you see him again before he leaves?" Daniel asked carefully. "I would guess that he wants to say goodbye, right?" Selfishly, he was hoping to see his wife get fucked one last time - but he didn't feel guilty asking, as it was obvious that Hannah wanted it at least as much as he did.

She nodded as she glanced at the screen, trying desperately to keep her upset out of her expression. "He says that he's off tomorrow, then it's going to be crazy busy as he finishes up at the plant here. He doesn't know if he will have any other days off."

Daniel pulled her into his embrace. "Tomorrow it is, I guess," he declared.

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As it turned out, the next day didn't work, after all. Hannah's period came, and as much as she wanted to be fucked by Shaun, she had never been able to get past the idea that period sex was "dirty". She wasn't sure how Shaun felt about the subject, but she knew that she would never relax enough to enjoy the sex properly, and she knew that she would be overwhelmingly embarrassed by the mess such sex would leave behind.

When she sent Shaun her disappointed cancellation message and explanation, he sent her a very matter of fact "okay" as a reply. She suggested that Sunday the 15th as an alternative, knowing that Shaun often had Sundays off and that her period usually lasted for three days - and was always done in four. But on Saturday, he texted back to tell her that the company had him working eighty-plus hour weeks to get everything done at his current plant before the move, that he wouldn't get any more off days before he flew out, and that he simply would be too exhausted for sex after those kinds of shifts.

Hannah turned her face away as Daniel pulled her close so that he wouldn't see the tears welling in her eyes. She didn't love Shaun - hell, she didn't even honestly like the man that much. He was fun to tease over text, the dirty talk was hot, but their relationship had always been transparently about one thing and one thing only - the sex.

Still, that extramarital sex had become such a part of the couple's routines. She and Daniel had integrated it so much into their own sex life; they relived the details of each encounter, looked forward to the next one, and used the subject for so much fantasy fodder that it seemed incredibly strange for it to no longer be part of their lives.

She looked up at Daniel, knowing how this had been his kink first, how it had been so powerful for him, and thought about how he was only being supportive of her right now, hiding his own disappointment. She felt bad for her husband and hated him being disappointed. But her own disappointment was a sharp, steady ache. She was going to really miss the sex.

That night, there was no dirty talk; there was quiet conversation, acceptance, assurance. Later, Hannah lay wrapped in Daniel's arms, her back to his chest, as they cuddled together in the darkness. As his breathing grew slow and regular, Hannah finally allowed the tears to silently flow.

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The day before Shaun was to leave was a Monday. Daniel had joked that "today had been a bad week", and Hannah was inclined to agree - even for a Monday, work had been rough for both of them. They were lounging at home after Chinese takeout and were quietly enjoying one another's company as they simply tried to recover from the day when Hannah's phone buzzed. She figured that it was either Madison texting to commiserate about Monday or Andrea wanting to chat about her wedding plans, when she was surprised by the notification - Message from Shaun.

She truly hadn't expected to hear from the older man again. Maybe he was just saying goodbye? She slid the text open.

Shaun: Hey. Company changed their minds, they giving me tomorrow off to pack. I won't get home till after midnight tonight, and I gotta go to the bank and also finish packing tomorrow. I fly out at 6:30 PM. But if you could come over, maybe 2 o'clock, you could see me before I go.

The adrenaline jolt that ran through Hannah's veins was so sudden, so unexpected, that she realized her fingers were trembling. The raw desire that flooded over her like a wave nearly took her breath. Oh, God.

Wordlessly, she turned the phone around to show it to Daniel.

His eyes widened in surprise. "Well," he carefully offered, "that's a surprise."

"Yeah," Hannah breathed in reply. Unconsciously, she squeezed her thighs together in response to her arousal as she tried to keep her voice even. "I didn't think that he would text again."

Daniel studied her face carefully. "What are you planning to tell him?" he asked, keeping his tone neutral.

Hannah intentionally breathed slowly, deeply. This whole thing had always been so matter of fact... she didn't want to upset Daniel by appearing too enthusiastic, but it also seemed dishonest to downplay her desires.

"Daniel, I..." she stammered, "I want to go. I want to see him again. To do it one last time." Her voice cracked slightly. "I really want it," she confessed.

Daniel's heart raced at his wife's tawdry admission. This wasn't teasing, it wasn't fantasizing, it wasn't innuendo. She was openly admitting how badly she wanted to fuck this other man.

Even as his own penis stiffened at the disclosure, the logistical issues began to present themselves to his racing mind. "I get that," he allowed carefully, "and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want it, too." He frowned as he spoke. "But baby - he's not talking about tomorrow night. If his flight leaves at six thirty, he has to be there, what, by five PM? Five thirty at the latest? We'd have to take off of work. I'm in the middle of the Northstar acquisition, it has me working late, and there is so much I still have to get done - on a tight deadline. I have a key stakeholder meeting tomorrow afternoon that absolutely cannot be pushed. There's just no way that I can call in tomorrow - or even leave early."

Hannah met her husband's eyes with a slight note of defiance in her own. "I understand that," she allowed. "But my work is just the same old day to day. I have plenty of PTO right now - I'm already going to be rolling over more to next year than my company allows, so I have to take some of it or lose it by the end of the year." She shrugged. "You can't take off... but I can."

Daniel felt punched in the gut. He had known that Hannah wanted to do this - she had directly said so. But they had always played together. Now, she was casually talking about going to get fucked by another man without Daniel even being there! He drew a breath to protest, but she spoke again, beating him to it.

"Think about it," she stated. "You always used to love for me to go out and flirt with other guys, then come home and tell you all about it. That always got both of us so hot." As she spoke, she warmed up to the idea. "You've told me so many times how it would rev you up, sitting here at home and imagining what I was doing but not really knowing. Then, I'd come home, tell you about it... you'd be so hard, and the sex would be so good."

The blonde gave him a crooked little grin, her face full of lascivious mischief. "You can't tell me that you sitting at work in some boring meeting while thinking of me getting my brains fucked out wouldn't be hot for you," she continued. "Then you'd come home, find me here waiting for you... I'd tell you all about it and you could reclaim this pussy after Shaun had used it. You could make me yours again, baby. You know how fucking hot that would be."

The mental imagery was almost enough to make Daniel stagger. God, Hannah was pushing his buttons; he couldn't argue with her logic. It would be hot as fuck, and it wouldn't be that different from the old days... outside of the fact that she would have actually been fucked by another man, of course. He imagined Shaun pressing his wife down into that bed, driving that massive fat cock into her again and again. He thought about the lewd talk the black man would surely employ like he always did... then suddenly, Daniel's mouth went dry.

"Hang on," Daniel croaked. "Yeah, that would be hot. Hearing you talk about it has me rock hard; I would love to try it," he confessed. "But baby, we aren't thinking straight," he declared.

"What do you mean?" Hannah asked.

"Think about it!" Daniel implored. "Your last period was, what, two weeks ago?" he asked. "I'm not sure of the exact days, but it was around then. Which means that this is a really risky time for you - you have to be fertile, and you may well be ovulating."

The memory of a near-forgotten pregnancy scare back in August leaped unbidden to mind. Hannah was typically very careful about the exact dates that she had sex with Shaun, but in that month, Shaun's schedule had been limited and she had chosen a less safe day to meet him - still one considered to be safe, just less safe than the days immediately before or after her period.

Hannah's cycle was normally clockwork-level reliable, but that month, her period had been three full days late. Given her predictable calendar, the delay had caused serious concern, and they had been forced to confront some very difficult questions over those three anxious days. Unsurprisingly, neither of them had ever been so happy for her to start as they had been then. The concept of willingly risking those sorts of questions again was almost unthinkable.

Daniel shook his head to banish the memory. "Hannah, we both know that Shaun doesn't use condoms, and he doesn't pull out," he declared. "It's his whole thing. He doesn't pretend, he doesn't play games - he just doesn't do those things, ever. If you don't remember, he was about to kick us out of his house that first night when you didn't want to go bare, before you changed your mind."

Before you changed my mind, you mean, she thought, but she chose to keep quiet.

"You going to see him and then coming home to tell me about it would be really hot, baby," Daniel allowed. "But there would be a huge risk that he would get you pregnant. I just don't see how you could do this safely."

Hannah ran through scenarios in her mind. How could she mitigate the risk? A diaphragm, maybe? But she would have to see a doctor to get one of those, and she didn't know if anybody even used the things anymore. Either way, she couldn't have one tomorrow. Spermicide would be better than nothing, but experience said that she was allergic to the spermicide that they used on condoms; the thought of a burning, stinging, itchy vagina was not appealing at all - especially when spermicide alone wasn't super effective, anyway.

"I'll just swallow it," she offered. Hannah saw Daniel's dubious expression, so she pressed on. "Seriously. Yes, he hates condoms - because they don't feel as good. Shaun's not a monster, he would still get off; I'll just get him to pull out when he's close, and I'll finish him with my mouth and swallow it." She spoke, pushing more confidence into her tone that she felt.

"I don't know, baby," Daniel mused. "He's kind of an ass about the subject. Remember him making a big deal that birth control was the woman's problem - not his? And he always loves to dirty talk about you taking his load inside." It felt like piling on to point out how Hannah was also heavily into that same dirty talk.

Her husband's objections made sense, of course. For a moment, she almost agreed.

Almost.

But then, Hannah shook her head. "I know," she admitted, "but he's also really big about never doing something the woman doesn't want. If she's not into it, he isn't going to do it. He gets off on being the best, you know that - he isn't going to make me do something if I say no to it. It's not hot for him at all." She gave her husband a wide smile as she feigned confidence that she didn't quite fully possess. "I'll swallow it. It will be fine. Then we will have the hottest reclaim sex ever tomorrow night."

Alarm bells were ringing in Daniel's mind, but he saw the excitement on his wife's face, saw the light dancing in her blue eyes, and hated to say no. Truth be told, he wanted this, too. The opportunity for this kind of play was disappearing - maybe forever - and he didn't want to be the one to squash this last chance.

He turned the potential solution over and over in his mind. It was true that Shaun built so much of his value on being the best lover a woman had ever had, and how he insisted that women freely choose sex with him. But those things didn't necessarily mean that he would agree to pull out. For that matter, it's not like pulling out was some guarantee of safety, anyway.

After pondering for a moment, Daniel gave a weak grin. He chose to believe that Hannah was right, that when she told Shaun to pull out, he would respect her wishes. She would swallow Shaun's copious load, then come home with a belly full of the black man's semen. A random dirty thought caused Daniel to muse as to whether he would be able to taste the evidence on his wife's kisses tomorrow night; the idea seemed both revolting and strangely appealing.

"Okay," he spoke in a husky voice. "Set it up."

Hannah's eyes were still sparkling as she typed out a response.

Hannah: That's awesome, see you at 2.

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Hannah woke up Tuesday morning and discovered that she was already wet. She initially chalked that fact up to shaking off the vestiges of a dream that had a decidedly erotic feel to it; surely, there was nothing more to it than that. But after eating breakfast, getting ready for work, and kissing Daniel goodbye, she realized on her drive to the office that she was unconsciously squeezing her thighs together in response to the tingling between her legs.

It was a good thing that she was only working a half day; by ten AM, her panties were uncomfortably sodden, and by the time lunchtime arrived and she was walking out to her car, they were hopelessly saturated. She tried to focus on work and to distract herself with office gossip - but it seemed that every time she managed to shift her attention to something else, it would occur to her that she was finally thinking about something other than sex, which made her remember that she was trying to not think about sex, which naturally made her think about the upcoming sex with Shaun, which only stoked her arousal further.

She had planned on skipping underwear altogether for the trip to Shaun's when she changed out of her work clothes before heading to his house, but given her body's insane response to her arousal, she worried that her leggings might look like she had peed herself. As a result, she compromised on no bra but selected a satiny pair of royal blue panties to serve as the sacrifice to her drooling vagina.

As the blonde squirmed in her front seat on the way to the humbler neighborhood than the one she lived in, she had serious doubts that the panties would be enough.

The trip to Shaun's house seemed to last longer than it did when Daniel was driving. Hannah was acutely aware of her racing pulse and tingling groin, and found herself uncharacteristically muttering in annoyance at traffic as she drove. The time for distracting herself was gone; it was almost time to experience that incredibly full feeling, to ride wave after wave of soul-wrenching orgasms, and it was all that she could do to focus enough on the traffic to drive safely.

Hannah had accepted that this would be the last visit with Shaun, and very possibly the last such encounter she might ever have. In light of that, she was determined to wring every ounce of pleasure possible from today's encounter.

Finally, she found herself at Shaun's modest home and was soon parked in his driveway. With a quick "I'm here, love you" message to Daniel, she was out of the car and up the stairs to Shaun's front porch. She fleetingly thought of the rush of arousal that her husband would surely receive from her text, but while she normally loved to think about the fantasizing he must be doing, she found that every bit of her concentration was drawn to her own pending sex. She would recreate these moments with him later, but for now, her focus was on the present.

The door opened to reveal Shaun in his ill-fitting purple terrycloth robe, with his skin obviously damp.

"Just got out of the shower," he offered as he led the blonde inside. Hannah noticed his suitcase, a duffel bag, and a series of cardboard boxes as she closed the door behind her.

"Company is sending movers and a real estate agent here tomorrow," the older man stated. "Contract's big enough to pay to relocate me."

Hannah nodded as they approached the bedroom. "Seems like you are in high demand," she observed.

Shaun grinned in reply. "You implying something?"

The blonde grinned and arched her back in a stretch, well aware that doing so made the curve of her breasts more prominent. "Maybe so," she teased.

The black man chuckled as he stepped up to the young wife and began peeling her shirt off. As soon as her breasts were bare, he took a pink nipple between his thick lips, causing Hannah to gasp and arch her back further.

After a few moments of sucking, he released the now fully erect nipple and grinned. "Truth be told," he spoke, "I really figured that you wouldn't come." His grin became more of a cocky smirk. "Guess you really do want this dick."

Hannah felt a tremor run through her pussy as she imagined the ugly man's massive tool filling her one last time. The intensity of her feelings was a little shameful, but she had taken off of work to drive over here in the middle of the day to let the fat man fuck her one last time. She knew it, he knew it; it felt foolish to play coy.

The blonde's pale cheeks flushed pink. "I... I do," she admitted. "I want it."

Shaun gave a small laugh. "I knew it. Just like you've always wanted it."

As the older man shimmied out of his bathrobe, Hannah took that as her cue to lose her leggings. Momentarily, her saturated blue satin panties were the only item of clothing left on either of them.

"Guess you finally went on the pill, huh," Shaun casually theorized. "It's been two weeks since you turned me down cuz you was on the rag; today would be a really risky day for you if you wasn't takin' something."

The suggestion hung heavy in the air for several long moments, and Hannah looked away, avoiding eye contact entirely. A brief look of surprise crossed his homely features as Shaun recognized that Hannah hadn't agreed that she was on birth control. His grin began to widen, and he made a low whistle. "Damn girl," he declared, "you really do want it, if you willing to risk like that to get this dick."

Hannah's pulse was racing as she swallowed. This talk about the risk was terrifying... but she glanced away from the broad, flat face to the fat, stiffening cock hanging below the dark, bulging belly - and the desire to feel that tool one more time was so strong that the fear seemed less important.

"I... uh... I mean, I was..." she stammered. "I was hoping that maybe we could change things up a little today," she finally managed. "After all, I know how much you are into women wanting you; I know that you wouldn't force me to do something I didn't agree to. I was thinking that maybe today, you can pull out and I'll swallow your cum instead."

Shaun rolled his beady eyes and sighed. "Girl, you some of the best pussy I've had in a long time... for real, some of the best pussy I've ever had." He shook his head. "But you know damn good and well how I work. Birth control is your problem, not mine. If we fuck, I'm fuckin' you bare and filling that pussy up when I'm done." His cocky grin returned. "If that don't work for you today... a'ight, I get it. Guess you may as well go on and get dressed, and I'll finish packing."

There it was. Shaun hadn't changed his tune one bit from how he had always been. Hannah was lying to herself when she had pretended that the risk wasn't real.

An unbidden memory caused a small shudder to run through Hannah's body as she recalled the terror of her late period. Her cheeks flushed with a little shame as she realized just how correct Daniel's words were about the risk here, and how clumsy her rationalization had been. A spark of anger began to ignite - anger at the entire fucked up situation, anger at the desire she couldn't deny, anger at her lack of an effective plan to enjoy that magnificent cock safely one last time.

When Hannah allowed several very long moments to pass with no answer, Shaun shrugged and bent to retrieve his bathrobe. Panic flooded her body as she realized that he was dead serious - if she wasn't ready to have sex on his terms, he clearly considered the matter to be closed. There would be no feeling of incredible fullness, no orgasms that shook her very hold on reality, no losing herself in constant, permeating pleasure. If she was reluctant to have sex in the way that he wanted, there simply would be no sex with Shaun today.

The blonde stood there, motionless, as Shaun straightened up from grabbing his robe off of the ground. She took a deep breath, fixed her blue eyes on his, hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, then slipped the sodden blue satin to the carpet below. The strong aroma of her feminine musk filled the room, leaving no doubt as to the state of her arousal.

"Fuck me," she breathed as she stepped toward the pudgy black man.

His grin widened as Shaun walked her back to the bed. He began kissing his way down her body, his thick lips moving below her belly as he drank in the scent of her arousal while approaching her sex with his mouth, when Hannah gave a small protest.

"I don't need that today," she panted. "I need you inside of me. Don't make me wait, Shaun," she pleaded, "I need your cock. Please... just fuck me."

The older man chuckled and straightened up. "Damn, girl - you really do need this cock, huh?"

The blonde laid back and spread her legs. "You know that I do," she replied. "Please."

Shaun shuffled forward and began rubbing the thick head of his penis through her slippery folds. "That pussy is wet as I ever seen it," he declared. Then, with a smirk at the pleading face on his bed, he centered himself and pushed.

Hannah gave a broken groan as she was stretched, her nerves firing in bliss - and something bordering on pain - as her body struggled to adjust to his overwhelming size despite her rampant desire.

"Look at that pretty little married pussy stretching around my big cock," he growled.

The power to answer coherently had temporarily escaped Hannah. She had been eagerly anticipating this moment all day; it had finally arrived, and it was everything she had hoped for... and then some.

Her blonde hair whipped back and forth as her head turned involuntarily side to side. Shaun was doing that thing that always melted her mind; he was fucking her in that standing position while she was flat on her back, while he used that curve of his thick penis to drag his fat glans back and forth across her rapidly swelling G-spot. Her hands balled into fists around his bedspread as the pleasure rapidly built.

After the history of trysts with Shaun, she was now familiar with the mounting pressure, a veteran of this insane buildup in her core; she didn't fight it or try to hold it back like she had that first night. With each stroke, the sloppy noises made by her cunt grew even louder, even more obscene. All too soon, her climax arrived with shattering force and her fluids exploded out in burst after burst to soak his scrotum, his stomach, his bedspread. Hannah heard a voice screaming in pleasure; some distant part of her brain registered that the voice was her own.

"Cummin' all over this cock," Shaun grunted. "Soakin' me, soakin' the bed. Bet you don't never come for nobody else like this, do you?" he asked. "Nobody fucks you like this, do they?"

"No..." the blonde croaked. The squirting orgasm had, as usual, all but taken her ability to think, let alone answer. "Nobody..." she added in a soft tone as she gasped for breath.

"Your man don't make you come like that?" the black man teased. "You don't soak that bed at home?"

Hannah felt a little shame at her admissions, but it was also strangely intoxicating to embrace his words. "Never... huh... squirted at home," she confessed as her voice began to return. "Daniel... uh... has tried... gotten me close with his fingers... uh... but he's never done it."

Sweat beaded on the broad, sloping forehead of the pudgy older man, making him even less attractive. Somehow, the heat deep in her stomach had already started to build again, despite his looks. Or maybe because of them.

Shaun kept teasing about how she didn't get this kind of sex at home. He had always loved to have her tell him how nobody fucked her like he did, but today's talk had a sharper edge to it. Hannah felt like she should maybe be annoyed by his persistence, but that cock was so very good inside of her that it felt foolish to argue; instead, she found herself enthusiastically agreeing about how no one had ever done these things to her. Soon, she was exploding in another liquid mess at the end of the black man's bed.

Now, Hannah was fully weighed down by the post-squirting exhaustion; while she struggled to catch her breath, she felt the near-painful explosion of pleasure so incredibly deep inside her vagina as Shaun forcefully drove his massive, fat penis as deep inside of her as it would go. She felt the wrinkled skin of his testicles as they rubbed against her labia; he was all the way inside of her, the head of penis pressed directly against her cervix.

"You feel that, girl?" he teased. "Got this big, bare, black cock all the way inside of you."

Hannah felt a shimmer of fear tickle deliciously through her body as Shaun emphasized the unprotected nature of their sex.

"Can't believe you takin' me bare on a day you're fertile," he persisted as he began to transition into long, full, complete strokes. "How many times you gonna cum on this big ol' dick before I fill that pussy up with my seed?"

Even as the blonde tried to ignore the provocative words, a soft moan escaped her lips.

The thrusts slowly grew stronger, more powerful. Every time that he bottomed out from a delicious stroke, Hannah felt a dull ache from the impact deep inside of her. Every withdrawal left her almost empty - and breathlessly anticipating the next push, the next moment of total fullness.

A deep flush spread across Hannah's features as her breathing grew more shallow and rapid. The ugly face above her twisted into a sneer. "You bout to cum on this dick again, I feel it," Shaun observed. "Go on, girl... go and get it."

The orgasm started as a knot of heat deep within her abdomen, but suddenly, it exploded out from her center and radiated through her entire being. Hannah was wailing incoherently; actual tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes.

"Good girl," the older man encouraged. "Let it out. Cum all over that big ol' cock." Suddenly, his own tone cracked. "Damn, that pussy is milkin' me. You can't wait to get this load inside, can you?"

"Ooohhh..." Hannah moaned. She had assured Daniel that she wouldn't let Shaun come inside of her today. She knew that she was fertile, knew that it would be a terrible idea to not insist that he pull out. He would pull out if she asked, she assured herself. He might be mad, but he would still pull out...

"Nah, you can't wait," he grunted. "You want this cum. You want to go home to your husband all sloppy, with my seed dripping out of you. You want it even though it's risky... maybe because it's risky."

The blonde groaned again. She did want it. She couldn't have it, she knew that... but she did want it. Fuck. This had become such an integral part of these visits that it felt wrong not to have him finish inside of her.

"I... huh... oh fuck..." she babbled as her orgasm began to build again.

Shaun's voice was starting to grow tight. "Heh... takin' off work to come over here in the middle of the day," he declared, "in the middle of your cycle, to fuck me bare. Gonna take my seed deep in that fertile pussy, gonna humm..."

Hannah cut off Shaun's dirty talk by sealing her lips over his and sliding her tongue into his mouth. She reached a hand behind his sweaty head and pulled his mouth to hers, letting her tongue swirl around his. It felt like she was burning inside, and every word the cocky bastard uttered made her crave his load more, like it was the only thing that could extinguish that fire.

She couldn't have it. She knew that. If Shaun came inside her, there was a terrifyingly high chance that she would get pregnant. If she let Shaun inseminate her now, it would be terribly reckless. What if the black man planted his bastard inside of her? What would she possibly say to Daniel? What would people think if they knew she was carrying a baby that wasn't her husband's?

The blonde's head lolled to the side, breaking the connection of their kiss. The dark, overweight man lowered his sweaty bulk down onto Hannah's body, pressing her into the mattress below. Even as she focused on the jolts of pleasure that the thick, curved phallus was igniting inside of her body, part of her brain recognized that the shift in position indicated that Shaun's own orgasm was rapidly approaching.

There wasn't much time left to tell him to pull out.

"Gettin' close, girl," Shaun breathed. "I ain't cum in two weeks, ought to have one hell of a load built up. You ready to take it deep inside?"

Another powerful shudder seized Hannah's body. The powerful twitches and the undeniable warmth that accompanied Shaun's ejaculations meant that she had been able to actually feel his semen as it entered her; it was a sensation that she had never experienced with anyone else, and a sensation that never failed to ignite an orgasm of her own. God, she had grown to crave that experience; Hannah suddenly realized that she was eagerly anticipating it. To be denied it right now seemed almost cruel.

The dirty talk that she and Daniel enjoyed had grown to center so much on her being inseminated by Shaun. Daniel loved when she was messy with another man's semen. The sounds he made when he entered her while she had Shaun's load still inside, the way he exclaimed over the warm slickness of her pussy after the black man had fucked her, the dirty talk about how wrong it was for her to be carrying another man's sperm inside of her pussy... it never failed to ratchet his own orgasm to new heights. It made her feel so naughty, so sexy, so irresistible to bring him to that point... and it never failed to make the sex at home even hotter for her, as well.

But she couldn't afford to experience that today. If she did, she could very well get pregnant... and the baby wouldn't even belong to her husband.

Of course she couldn't do that. It would be so wrong...

Another moan, low and hungry, escaped her throat.

"You might... uhhh... get me pregnant..." she offered. "Can't... huh..."

For a moment, Shaun's face relaxed; his characteristic grin was gone. "You knew what you was riskin' when you came over here," he declared in a baritone growl as he continued to pump his cock in and out of the blonde, "but you came over here anyway. I told you I wouldn't do nothin' unless I fucked you bare and filled you with my load; you still took them panties off and told me to fuck you." He shook his head and fixed her with a serious gaze. "Sounds to me like you want me to knock you up."

"No, I... huhhh God..." she groaned.

"You want me to pull out, then tell me to pull out," he challenged. "I don't think you want that. I think you want my big load as deep as I can put it inside of that pretty little married pink pussy."

Shaun's expression showed a strain that had little to do with the physical effort of his thrusts. Hannah knew that look - he was fighting to hold back his orgasm.

The heat had built to a roaring fire inside of Hannah's belly, and her ears were ringing. Shaun was close - dangerously close. The danger was very real, and good girls didn't risk getting pregnant by men that weren't their husbands... let alone by men whose babies would very obviously not belong to their husbands.

The blonde managed to swallow between pants. All she had to do was tell Shaun to pull out.

She had to tell him.

"I... huh..." she stammered.

She looked up into Shaun's beady eyes as he continued to crush her down into his mattress beneath his ponderous weight and powerful strokes. She saw the look of earnest seriousness on his face, and suddenly, it hit her hard. This had moved beyond dirty talk. It had moved beyond a simple preference for not pulling out. Shaun wasn't playing, he wasn't fantasizing - he legitimately wanted to flood her unprotected womb with his semen, knowing how fertile she was.

He wanted to impregnate her.

The thought drove the air from her lungs. Hannah knew that she wasn't just fertile - she was likely ovulating. If she let Shaun inseminate her now, she might literally walk into her home to meet Daniel with a black baby already beginning to grow inside of her.

"What's it gonna be, girl?" Shaun asked in a tight voice. "I'm bout to get my nut, I just about can't hold it anymore. You taking this load deep inside?"

As her head began to swim, Hannah sucked in a breath to stop the tunneling in her vision. It was crazy to consider this. The smart thing would be to demand that he pull out.

But who was she kidding? The smart thing was to have never come over here in the first place. She had chosen to come, leaving Daniel behind, just for one more time with the black man. Even knowing the risks, she had come - because she wanted to.

And right now, she wanted to be filled with that warm load, to feel it seeping into her core. It was foolish, it was stupid, it was the hottest thing she had ever thought of.

"Fuuuck..." she moaned as her feet crossed behind his broad ass, pulling him in tightly. "Fuck, yes. Come in... huh... come in me, Shaun. Fill me up! Come in meee..."

The grin that stretched his face was impossibly wide. "Fuck, yeah. Take that shit, then. Gonna breed that married pussy..." He slammed home so hard that it hurt a little, then held himself in place as his thick cock began to twitch and pulse. "YEAHHH... TAKE THAT FUCKIN CUM!" he grunted. "TAKE IT AND GET KNOCKED UP!"

For a split second, a shadow of doubt crossed her mind, but then Hannah's blue eyes went wide and unfocused as she felt the impossible warmth of his semen begin to flood her ripe cervix. Even under the fat man's heavy weight, her back arched as her nails began to claw at his back. "YESSS!" she wailed. "CUMMING IN MEEE... INSIDE MEEE... BREED... HUH... BREEEEDING MEEE!!!"

Even as her orgasm exploded through her body in staggering pulses of white-hot ecstasy, a rational, detached part of Hannah's brain registered that her vaginal contractions were helping her body draw a black man's sperm in deeper to assist their search for her egg. That final thought was enough to short-circuit her brain, and for a time, Hannah was unaware of anything at all.

When she was finally able to focus again, Hannah became aware of Shaun's flabby body, heavy and warm, still pressing her down into the mattress. Her legs had relaxed and fallen open, but the ugly man's thick penis still filled her sensitive vagina, even as the phallus slowly deflated. Shaun made no attempt to move; it occurred to Hannah that the black man was purposely keeping her opening plugged with his member so that his semen stayed inside of her for longer.

The release of endorphins and hormones from her repeated orgasms had begun to catch up to Hannah; it hit her just how tired she suddenly was. As she gave a very long blink while focusing on the pleasant fullness of her still-tingling vagina, she heard Shaun chuckle quietly by her ear.

"Sex took it right out of you, did it?" he teased gently. She started to murmur, but he cut her off. "Hush, it's okay," he spoke, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Rest a minute, I got ya."

The large man's bulk was like a warm, weighted blanket. She knew that she should be scared by what she had just done, but instead, Hannah only felt fulfilled. Maybe she could relax for a minute or two, and just bask in this warm, full, pleasant feeling...

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When Hannah's eyes blinked open, she had no idea how much time had passed, nor was she entirely sure where she was. For two or three long moments, she was confused; why couldn't she move? What was the heavy weight pushing her down?

Realization slowly dawned as her eyes began to focus. Somehow, she had managed the unlikely task of falling asleep with Shaun's bulk pinning her to the mattress; the slow, rhythmic breathing of the older man suggested that he had joined her in a nap.

She wiggled a bit and tapped the bulky man on the shoulder. "Hey, Shaun," she spoke. "Wake up. I think we fell asleep."

The balding man blinked his eyes several times, then offered a grin. "I guess so... must of wore each other out."

He pressed his body up and off of Hannah's, lifting the great weight that had been on top of her - but while it was nice to no longer be restricted, it left a surprisingly lonely feeling in its wake. When he backed out and his soft - though still substantially large - penis slipped free of her, Hannah could feel a rush of warm liquid slide out of her vagina and down the crack of her ass to puddle on the bedspread.

"Kept that load in there nice and deep," the black man observed as he glanced down at Hannah's distended opening.

The wink he gave the blonde erased any possible doubt as to whether he had intentionally prevented his semen from escaping. The thought caused a tremor of terror to run down her spine, but at the same time, she felt the knot of arousal start to tighten in her stomach again. What the fuck was wrong with her?

As Shaun began to move around the bedroom, the two of them fell into easy chat about his upcoming move, what the new project held, how he would live in an extended stay hotel until he found a new permanent place to live. Hannah made no move to either get up or to cover herself, instead lying almost proudly naked as the older man worked toward completing his packing.

Over time, the conversation grew more teasing and began to gravitate back toward sex. Finally, Shaun sighed and located his phone, although he made no effort to dress. Hannah couldn't help but notice that the impressive penis that hung beneath the bulgy apron of Shaun's belly fat had begun to slowly regain a little firmness.

"What are you doing?" the slim blonde asked casually.

The unattractive man turned his phone around for a moment to display the Delto logo. When he turned it back around, he began tapping away. "Company is spendin' a lot of money to relocate me for this job," he explained. "I guess they can spend a couple hundred more so I can change to a later flight and fuck you one more time before I go." He frowned for a minute, then looked up. "There, they got one at eight fifteen."

It was time for Hannah to be the one who displayed a wide grin. "That sounds like a great idea," she replied.

The sex that followed was less focused on the act itself than it was on the climax of it - and what that climax might mean. To be certain, there was a great deal of their typical dirty talk - more of the rehashing of just how great sex with Shaun was for Hannah, how no one else fucked her like that, and also how much she would miss it. It wasn't rushed, either; unlike their typical sessions, this time had a slow build up, with an unusual amount of kissing, teasing, and little touches. Now that he had ejaculated, it was clear that Shaun's stamina was off the charts, and they settled in for an extended bout of incredibly intense, raw fucking.

But that characteristic focusing on Shaun filling her with his semen grew into something absolutely filthy - about how he was going to fill her fertile married pussy again with his semen, how she wanted his load, how he might fuck a black baby into her, how people would look at her swollen belly and she would know that it wasn't her husband's child growing inside. From the beginning, the focus was on the final result of the sex, of Hannah's fertile womb being once again flooded by the semen of a man not her husband.

The lewd dialogue caused sent waves of terror racing through Hannah's body - but without fail, it also caused her pussy to clench and sparks of pleasure to erupt through her system. The prospect of being made pregnant by the unattractive old man felt like the culmination of all of the months of dirty talk and fantasizing that she and Daniel had shared. The idea that she might be carrying a black baby, the undeniable proof that another man had inseminated her, seemed to melt her brain, and she found herself literally begging Shaun to do it, to fill her with his cum, to give her his black baby.

After Shaun had once again kept his penis inside her for several long minutes, he slipped a pillow under the blonde's ass to tilt her hips back before retrieving her panties from the floor. With a ghost of a grin on his lips, he slid them up her legs, and she lifted her ass to help him pull them all the way up. When she stood up, Hannah could feel the liquid beginning to pool where the gusset pressed against her labia; it didn't take much to imagine just how messy her pussy would be when she got home.

The idea of Daniel seeing her like this brought new terror as she moved to get dressed.

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It was after five thirty, and Daniel was sitting alone in their bedroom, nearly trembling from the cocktail of emotions rushing through his system while his mind sorted through the events of the afternoon.

Hannah's text had arrived just before two PM, and despite his best efforts to focus, his afternoon meeting had been a wreck. He was extra grateful for his team; they were really on top of the project, so he hadn't had to do much that required real concentration.

He had always loved it when Hannah went out to dance and flirt; it had been so hot to him to imagine other men coming on to her, them touching her, them wanting her. But knowing that his wife was actually having sex with another man took the fantasy and anticipation to levels he had never imagined possible.

He had found himself struggling with a powerful mix of emotions - curiosity as to what exactly was happening, jealousy over another man being inside his wife and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, anxiety over the unknown and what might be going on, arousal - as he imagined how the sex would look, how it would sound, the expressions on Hannah's face - and finally, anticipation as to the reconnection he would have with his wife when he got home. The predictable result of his mind focusing on all of this was that he got very little work done that afternoon, and made it a point to stay sitting whenever anyone came to his office - the last thing he wanted to do was stand up and reveal the erection that refused to go away.

By some unexpected miracle, his four PM meeting ended very early, and Daniel decided that with nothing left to do, he would leave a half hour early to meet Hannah where she would be waiting for him at home. Needless to say, he was more than a little surprised when he pulled into the drive right at five PM and discovered that Hannah's car was not there.

Daniel had gone in, changed clothes, and tried really hard to be patient. However, he couldn't ignore that the situation made no real sense; they had seldom stayed much more than an hour or so in any of their previous visits to Shaun's house. Even a fairly protracted session should have put Hannah home by four PM at the absolute latest. Where could she be?

Maybe she had stopped to eat, figuring that Daniel wouldn't be home before five-thirty? Maybe she had decided to kill time by stopping by the store on the way home? Maybe she had run into a friend and gotten caught up in a chat? The rationalizations felt hollow; this was a really big deal that they had both been looking forward to. It honestly strained credulity to believe that his wife had gotten distracted by some errand or friend and lost track of time.

Daniel's nervous anticipation had started to mix with concern and annoyance. For the twentieth time, he checked his phone - no missed calls. He checked his texts from Hannah - the last entry was still the message from one fifty-eight PM.

Hannah: I'm here, love you

There had been nothing at all since.

The last thing he wanted to do was appear needy, but this was just not like Hannah. She was so good to shoot a quick text if she was going to be late, if she ever got sidetracked. She knew that he was waiting for her, she knew how big this moment was; the lack of communication was starting to seriously worry Daniel.

He had just decided to give her until five forty-five when his phone vibrated with five minutes to go before the self-imposed deadline.

Hannah: On way. Sorry, got a little caught up and lost track of time.

Daniel felt his mouth go dry. Relief washed over him - his wife was safe. But the relief was swiftly joined with both irritation and anxiety. How on earth had this visit taken three, even four times as long as they had ever spent at Shaun's house? What exactly had gone on? My God, what sort of sex could they have had to take up so much time?

Daniel took a deep breath and tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and the stiffness in his groin. His questions would be answered soon enough.

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At last, Daniel heard Hannah's car door shut out in the driveway. He glanced at the bedside clock - six o'four. Finally. Heart racing, Daniel tried to get a firm grip on his emotions, with arousal and dread battling inside of him for supremacy.

The bedroom door opened to admit the blonde, who stepped inside and made her way toward the bed. From his vantage point at the edge of the mattress, Daniel looked up at Hannah's face and noticed an odd sight. He expected to see her own arousal, and it was there - but along with it was some serious trepidation. Fatigue was also plain to see; Shaun must have really done a number on her.

"Are you going to tell me about it?" he teased lowly as he tried to keep his voice from cracking. "You were gone a long time. I was really starting to worry about you."

Hannah gave a wan little smile as she approached. "I'm sorry. I got a little carried away. We... ah, we went twice. Shaun rescheduled his flight so that we could, uh, do it one more time."

To hear his wife's confession was a knife in Daniel's guts, even as it caused his cock to stir. At least it made sense now why things had taken so long.

He did his best to maintain an even smile. "Well, I guess it's good that he didn't miss his flight," he offered. "I take it that you had a good time," he added. Hannah still didn't seem quite right; she was acting a little nervous, nothing like the teasing he had expected. Daniel decided to put his wife on the spot. "Was the sex good?" he asked point blank as he gestured for her to come closer.

Surprisingly, Hannah glanced down at the floor for a moment before looking back up. Her body language was just... off. "Yes," she answered simply. "It was really good, Daniel."

As she approached, Daniel picked up on the scents of sex - a little sweat to go along with the definite fragrance of his wife's vaginal secretions. Also, something else... it took him a moment, but then, he placed the acrid tang of semen in the air.

That was a bit surprising, but then again, they both knew that Shaun produced some pretty massive ejaculations. Now that he thought about it, it really shouldn't have been unexpected that Hannah might have had trouble swallowing all of Shaun's copious load; the odds were likely high that some of it had spilled onto his wife's skin, hence the smell. Daniel looked at his wife's soft pink lips and wondered again if he would be able to taste the black man's semen when he kissed her.

Daniel stood and took his wife into his arms and began kissing her while tugging her shirt slowly up. He was thorough, slipped his tongue inside of her mouth, but detected no unusual flavors. He wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or relieved at that fact.

Hannah returned his kisses, but she was a little stiff, a little wooden - the passion he had been expecting was missing.

He drew back slightly and the blonde pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her bare breasts and erect pink nipples. There was no bra - and despite her strange body language, those nipples said that Hannah was turned on. Daniel leaned in to take a nipple into his mouth; Hannah gave a small moan and slipped her fingers into his hair to pull him close.

After several moments, he pulled back and looked at her. "You say the sex was good. Come on," he urged, "when are you going to tell me about it? I've been waiting for this moment all day long!"

The blonde fixed her husband with an odd expression as he stripped her leggings off, leaving her in nothing but an obviously damp pair of blue satin panties. "I just... I don't want you to be mad or upset," she spoke. "I got a little carried away."

The smell of sex was much stronger now that her leggings were off. Daniel rolled his eyes as he squeezed his cock through his shorts. "I'll say that you did," he replied as he tried to ignore the nagging worry he was feeling over her odd disposition. "We usually stay there about an hour, but you stayed for four hours today, and made the man reschedule a flight to have more sex with you. That sex had to be something else... I'm dying to hear about it, baby."

Some part of his brain registered that the semen component of the sex smell was also much stronger, but that was ignored in the face of Daniel's runaway arousal.

Hannah hesitantly began to recount how Shaun had been in his bathrobe when she arrived. She didn't detail the conversation the two of them had shared before sex started; instead, she skipped ahead to tell her husband how she had pulled Shaun back from going down on her, how she had asked him to skip ahead to actual fucking.

Daniel groaned at that admission. Thinking of his wife being so turned on by another man that she would skip the multiple orgasms Shaun always gave with his tongue was something else. He knew that Shaun gave Hannah oral with a skill and enthusiasm that he himself had lacked; it was always a favorite part of the meets for her, so for her to turn it down meant that she had been basically dying for that fat black cock. He moved to position the blonde with the back of her legs against the side of the bed, then knelt in front of her and began kissing his way down Hannah's toned stomach towards her panties. The intensifying smells of sex as he approached the underwear seemed to activate a live wire from his brain directly to his erect penis. Daniel gave a small grin as he looked up. "Did he make you squirt again, baby?" he asked. "Did he fuck you good?"

Despite her initial discomfiture, Hannah was clearly beginning to be swept up into the dirty talk, and was starting to relax and embrace the arousal. "He did, baby," she answered as she ran her fingers through her husband's hair. "He made me squirt a couple of times; God, I exploded, and we made such a mess," she confessed. "He fucked me so good; he fills me so well, and I came and came for him."

Had the situation been different, and Daniel not been on his knees with a poor angle to see his wife's face, he might have seen the spike in her anxiety as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties. Had he been less hyper-focused on the coming reclamation sex, her expression might have registered with him as a plea for him to stop - not because she wanted him to stop touching her, but because she was terrified of his reaction when he discovered what she had done.

But as engrossed as he was at revealing the blonde's used pussy, he didn't process any of that.

As Daniel began to slip the blue satin down, a storm of sensory data overloaded Daniel's mind.

The soft fabric was damp to the touch, even near the waistband where his fingers grasped it - he could tell that the crotch itself was absolutely saturated.

As the satin began to slide down to reveal her little blonde tuft, the scents that wafted out were overwhelming. Hannah's vagina always had a distinct musky aroma when she was especially aroused, and the fragrance was always a little different after sex. But this wasn't her scent alone - the smell of semen was suddenly overpowering as her panties lowered.

Even as a knot of sick anticipation formed in Daniel's gut, he began to try to rationalize the smell. Maybe Shaun had pulled out and come on the small of Hannah's back. Maybe he had come on top of her mound. That would be riskier than he would have loved, but it would still surely be okay. Right?

That would explain the scent being trapped in her panties, and if it were fresh from a round of sex that had ended just over a half hour ago, the smell would of course be strong...

But when the panties slipped lower as she began to recline, the scene he witnessed ended any possible denial on Daniel's part.

Hannah's pussy was a sloppy mess; there was no other way to describe it. Her usually tiny pink labia were red, swollen, and connected to her panties by multiple thick white strings of slime. The gusset was one continuous smear of the stuff where it had clearly oozed out of her vagina and into the cloth. Any vain hope that the fluid was on her rather than inside her vanished almost instantly when Daniel's horrified gaze came to rest on his wife's distended vaginal opening. Even as he watched, a glob of thick, viscous liquid pooled at the mouth of her vagina for a long moment before sliding out to drip out of her and onto the bedroom carpet.

Daniel's pulse was pounding in his ears, and a wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm him. He felt like he had been kicked by a mule; it was a good thing that he was already on his knees, else he may have literally fallen down. His mouth was so dry that for a moment, he was unable to speak and had to struggle to swallow.

Finally, as gravity took over and Hannah's panties slid the rest of the way down, Daniel managed to croak out a reply as he looked up to make eye contact with his wife. "He... he came in you," he stammered. "Oh God, Hannah. He came inside of you."

As Hannah looked down at her kneeling husband, terror was plainly written all over her face. She had downplayed the risk, had promised that Shaun would pull out - which had clearly not happened. Nor could she blame it on him alone; she had been a willing participant, had begged the black man to inseminate her.

The gravity of it all had really hit her on the drive home; her choices had been totally reckless, completely foolish. She had dreaded this moment, had been terrified as to how Daniel would react. She saw the fear on his face, saw a hint of betrayal begin to creep across his features, and she felt sick. How could she have been so fucking stupid?

Just as she drew breath to start in on a heartfelt apology, to admit how much of an idiot she had been, to beg for her husband's forgiveness, to suggest that they rush out to a pharmacy right now... she saw his gaze flick from her eyes down to her open, leaking vagina. He re-established eye contact quickly enough, but Hannah could see something else on Daniel's face.

Want. Hunger. Desire.

It suddenly hit her that Daniel likely had the same twisted desires that she did. Her own gaze darted away from his face for a moment, and her suspicions were confirmed - Daniel's right hand was unconsciously squeezing his penis, which was visibly erect through his clothes.

Instead of apologizing, Hannah used that gathered breath for something else. "He did," she admitted in a voice far steadier than her pounding pulse would have indicated. "He came in me both times."

Daniel groaned in something like pain, but the blonde noticed that his expression had started to subtly change.

"Baby, that was so risky," he breathed. "You let him come inside of you, knowing you are fertile?"

This time, when he looked down, her husband's gaze lingered on her messy vulva for much longer. In spite of the fucked-up twistedness of the situation - or, perhaps because of it - Hannah felt herself lubricating again, felt that warm ball of desire start to tighten in her belly.

"I didn't just let him," she explained. "Baby, I... I asked him to cum in me. I begged him to." She licked her lips. "He has always filled me up when he fucked me, and you and I have both loved it. It's so kinky, so dirty, for me to be walking around with another man's semen inside of me. You and I have gotten off to that so many times."

Now, Daniel was struggling to swallow. Again, he was staring at his wife's open vagina for a long moment. It was so sloppy, so messy. Her opening, normally totally hidden by her tiny little innie labia, was a wide, dark, glistening hole that he could see inside of. As he looked, he saw small traces of more white fluid.

Finally, he tore his gaze away and looked back up at her. "But you are fertile," he protested. "It's so risky right now." As he spoke, his shorts had come down and he was slowly stroking his own rigid, leaking cock. As they talked, he was slowly moving closer to her.

Hannah knew that she was too far gone, now; it was all or nothing time. "More than that," she offered, "I think that I'm ovulating today." She shuddered with a perverted thought before giving voice to it. "Baby," she spoke in a sultry tone, "he really might have made me pregnant."

Her words prompted Daniel to groan in despair, but a wild look settled into his eyes. Suddenly, he leaned forward and buried his face in his wife's sloppy vagina. She inhaled in surprise and began to protest, but it quickly died on her lips. "Huhhh.... Oh God baby, no, I'm dirty, I.... huhhh.... FUUUCK..."

Daniel moved his face back and forth, driven by desires he could not explain. He drove his tongue as deep as he could into Hannah's abused hole, licking rapidly, powerfully. The tastes and smells were overwhelming; his wife's own vaginal secretions were mixed with a bitter, salty fluid that he knew could only be the fat old man's semen. The thought was disgusting, despicable, nauseating... and he withdrew his tongue for a moment to swirl all around her labia, as he frantically sought every trace of the slimy scum the black man had left behind.

Soon, he licked across Hannah's swollen clit, and the blonde jumped like she had touched an exposed wire. Daniel took the hint, moving back and forth between licking her clit and forcing his tongue as deeply into her defiled cunt as he could get it. Before long, her hands came to rest behind his head, and Hannah began to guide his mouth to her clit.

Hannah's moans turned to choked grunts as her orgasm approached. Daniel followed the blonde's direction, and soon, her hips were bucking into his face as she erupted in climax.

He knew that Hannah had always enjoyed it when he pushed his tongue inside of her during a cunnilingus-induced orgasm, so he did so at that moment, noticing the fresh taste of semen that was surely pushed out by her contractions. But suddenly, something new happened - Hannah groaned, and his mouth was filled with a rush of warm, musky, sweet liquid. Daniel was slightly stunned by the development, so Hannah's next tremor directed a second blast of liquid onto his mouth and nose, with a third sliding off of his chin and cheek.

For the first time ever, Hannah had squirted with Daniel.

Just as she always had with Shaun, the squirting seemed to suck the life out of Hannah for several moments. Daniel took the opportunity to strip off his shirt and wipe it over his face to remove the excess fluid as he moved up onto the bed. With no warning or formality, he centered his stiff penis on her wet opening and slid balls deep inside of her with one smooth stroke.

Daniel groaned as he was enveloped by the insanely warm, wet slickness that only came from fucking a woman who had been recently inseminated; nothing in the world felt quite like using another man's semen as lube to fuck your own wife. She felt different - looser than normal, to be sure, but still contacting him all around, lightly enveloping his hardness with her warm, slick walls. It was exquisite.

"God, your pussy feels so good," he muttered in her ear. "Still so much cum in you."

Slowly, she came back to life and began pushing back against her husband's thrusts. "You like that?" she teased. "You like fucking me while I'm full of another man's cum?" His groan gave her the answer that she needed.

"You know that every stroke that you make pushes more of his semen back up inside of me," she spoke. "What are you doing? Are you just trying to make sure that I'm pregnant with that old black man's baby?" Her words made Daniel groan in delicious anguish.

"I have two huge loads of his cum inside of me," she taunted. "We fell asleep after the first round, and he kept his cock inside of me so that his sperm wouldn't leak out. Shaun was trying to knock me up, Daniel, and I helped him. I don't know if yours will make any difference now."

At some point, the disgust had turned into kink-driven lust. Even as Daniel slammed his cock into his wife's sloppy pussy again and again, he couldn't help but think of her flat little belly rounding out as another man's baby - a black man's baby - grew inside of her womb. As he looked at her flushed face with her dilated pupils, he imagined her breasts getting larger, filling with milk to suckle a baby that could never be mistaken as his own. He imagined how sex would be later into the pregnancy, where he would slide inside of her and feel her belly jump against his with the movements of the black baby inside of it.

As Daniel felt his balls begin to tighten with his own impending orgasm, a perverted thought entered his mind. He was so given over to the lust of the moment that he didn't even try to keep it to himself.

"You... huh... you tried really hard to let Shaun knock you up today, didn't you?" he asked. "You told me that you'd make him pull out, but instead, you... huh... tried to make sure that he put his black baby inside of your womb. You took all of his sperm inside that fertile... huh... fertile cunt of yours! Didn't you?"

Hannah felt her own orgasm gathering fast, and found it difficult to vocalize much more than cries of pleasure. "Yes... I... huh... I did..." she panted. "I wanted... I wanted him to make me... PREGNANT..." her voice trailed off in a questioning wail.

With her confirmation, Daniel shared the kinky thought in his head. "Then I... I'd better pull out. That way..." he panted, "if you are pregnant... we'll know whose it is." Hannah's eyes grew wide as he spoke. "We'll know... huh... the baby in your womb is... huh... is BLACK!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Daniel yanked his dick free from Hannah's saturated pussy and grabbed it with his right hand. Two strokes later, what felt like a firehose of semen was pouring from the end of his penis to splatter in bursts across Hannah's stomach, with the last couple of drops dripping into the small patch of blonde hair on her mound.

As the warm fluid hit her skin, the physical stimulation combined with her husband's twisted words proved to be too much, and Hannah screamed and thrashed as an unreal orgasm tore through her own body.

As the two of them struggled to catch their breath in the aftermath of the sex, Daniel looked down at his wife's belly. He scooped up some of his semen, raised his fingers to examine it, then looked into her eyes. He held eye contact for a long moment, then reached down and began rubbing his own semen uselessly into the skin below her navel. The two of them stared at his hand as he repeated the action again and again... slowly collecting every drop, then rubbing it into her belly while thinking about what might be growing inside of it.

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The days after Shaun's departure were filled with scaldingly hot sex at home; Daniel and Hannah couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Many days, they would have sex as soon as they both made it home, then eat dinner, cuddle, watch TV... before having sex again that night in bed. The dirty talk was nonstop, with them constantly circling back to how Hannah had been so desperate for that big black cock that she had freely risked her womb to it. Hannah felt like a slut, but Daniel's repeated assurances that he loved her being his slut gradually made the word feel less like an insult and more like something she wanted to embrace.

For the first couple of days, they continued to repeat Daniel's insistence on pulling out like he had on the night that Shaun left; Hannah would tease him during sex to ask if he was going to give himself some chance of being the father - and Daniel would pull out to either come in her mouth or on her belly or back. As time went on, the dirty talk evolved, usually revolving around topics like how Hannah would look with her belly swollen with another man's baby, how her breasts were going to get larger with milk to feed the bastard she was carrying, what their friends and family might think of them once Hannah delivered and everyone saw that the baby was black.

To the surprise of neither of them, Hannah's period was late. Suddenly, all of the dirty talk ran aground against cold, stark reality - and the two of them relived some of the same anxiety that they had gone through back in August, when she had experienced that first scare. But as the days dragged on, the anxiety gave way to reality, and to the acceptance that all of this fantasy looked like it might not be fantasy, after all.

Three days late became five days, then a week, so Hannah made the choice to stop by the drugstore on the way home. The instructions said that for best results, you should test with your first urine of the morning, but by unspoken agreement with Daniel, Hannah went on into the bathroom before she even changed out of her work clothes. The test said to wait three minutes before trying to see if the second line had appeared; the timer had barely reached seventy-five seconds when the second line appeared, fully formed and unmistakably dark blue.

Daniel felt his mouth go to ash as he stared at the unmistakable line. Dirty talk and fantasy were one thing, but this... this was reality. He looked up from the test, and his gaze settled on Hannah's stomach. Now, there was no doubt - right now, there was an actual baby growing there. Another man's baby.

A baby that could not realistically be his. A baby that could not look anything like him. Oh, God... how would they handle this? How would he live, knowing that his wife was going to bear another man's child? What would they tell people? Everyone would know! Their parents, their friends, their families... my God.

Then, he looked up and saw Hannah's blue eyes staring back at him. He saw the subtle tremor in her lip, the liquid welling up in her eyes that she was desperately holding back... and none of that fucking mattered. Daniel took a step and pulled his wife into a tight embrace.

"We will figure it out," he murmured into her ear as he held her close while she buried her head into his chest. "I'm here. We did this. Not you - we." He paused, then spoke again. "It doesn't matter where the sperm came from. I am this child's father. We will figure it out - together."

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Daniel and Hannah reclined side by side on the bed. At twenty-four weeks along, her belly was clearly rounded. The blonde had a card balanced on top of the curve of her growing belly, and the two of them were looking at it together.

"Cutesy dinosaurs?" Daniel bantered. "I would never have pegged Madison for those."

Hannah laughed. "I know, right?" She shook her head and cut her eyes at him. "She's taking this whole baby shower thing very seriously, Daniel - don't you dare make fun of her!"

Daniel held up his hands in self-defense. "I know better than that," he declared. "Besides, it's nice to see a nurturing side to your friend."

Hannah giggled. "Let's not get too carried away," she said. "It was only last week that she was bragging about how many shots she had done at the club, and how she had to have help walking to the Uber."

"Hear from Andrea lately?" he asked - and Hannah's expression made him immediately regret doing so.

"No," she replied. "But you know, they are so focused on planning the honeymoon and all..."

Her voice trailed off, and Daniel said nothing else. For obvious reasons, Hannah and Daniel hadn't widely broadcast the parentage of their upcoming baby, but they had told a few trusted figures in their lives. Madison had been a little shocked, but had rolled with the punches and decided that she was going to fill the role of the baby's fun aunt, seeing as how Hannah didn't have a sister. Andrea, on the other hand, had grown silent and distant. The brunette never came to visit anymore, she never called, and she rarely even responded to texts. Daniel held out hope that she would come around, but Hannah seemed less optimistic.

She wasn't the only one in their lives that had reacted negatively. Daniel's own mother had grown quite angry at the news - first calling Hannah a cheating whore, then declaring that Daniel was some sort of perverted freak for not being similarly upset when he defended his wife to her. She hadn't officially disowned Daniel, but she had essentially ceased to have anything to do with him or Hannah. Meanwhile, Daniel had never been particularly close with his father, but with his mother now effectively out of his life, it felt almost like he had no parents at all.

Suddenly, a jerky motion toppled the card from its balanced position. Daniel laughed out loud.

"Did he just kick that off of you?" he asked.

Hannah nodded with a grin. "He's getting really strong. I'm not sure if that was him approving of the dinosaurs or hating them, though..."

Daniel frowned for a moment as if carefully considering her words, which earned him an elbow from his wife. "He can't actually see the card - you know that, right?" she teased. "It was just a random kick."

Her husband made a face that made him look so wounded that Hannah took pity on him and leaned over to give him a little kiss as a peace offering. The little kiss turned into another, which then turned into a much bigger kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Daniel ran his hand lightly over the curve of Hannah's belly. The look on his face caused little tingles to ignite in her skin all along the path of his touch. The kisses resumed, and then, the clothing started coming off.

A few weeks of that first trimester had been really tough; morning sickness had hit Hannah particularly hard, and she had been sapped of energy all the time. But that was well in the rearview mirror now; not only did she feel better, but her sex drive had returned with a vengeance.

Daniel drank in the sight of her naked body, and as was often the case, found himself staring at her enlarged breasts, which now featured noticeably larger - and darker - nipples and areolae. Hannah missed the light pink color of those features, but the change didn't seem to bother Daniel in the slightest.

Hannah glanced down at herself and frowned; an off-white bead of fluid was slowly forming on one nipple; she wasn't thrilled about how nursing pads were becoming more of a necessity. Daniel followed her eyes, then gave her a wicked grin before swiping his tongue over the leaking nipple.

"There ya go, I took care of that for you," he declared with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes. "Aren't you such a helpful gentleman?" she asked sarcastically before they kissed again.

"You know," he spoke in a husky tone as his fingers again traced across her abdomen, "you are sexy as fuck with that pregnant belly. I never realized just how much it would turn me on to see you like this."

For a moment, a trace of worry flashed across Hannah's features. "Even though it's not your baby?" she asked, her tone vulnerable.

Daniel smiled as he leaned down to kiss the area his hands had been tracing, then looked back into those blue eyes. He reached down to center his hardness against Hannah's opening; she was wet and more than ready. With one push, he was halfway inside; two more thrusts brought his balls flush against her.

He leaned down, kissed his wife's lips, then pulled back a bit. "Even though it's not my baby," he declared. "Hell, maybe even because it's not."