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Better than Id hoped, Worse than Id feared

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"Go ahead. Take it out," Marcus said as he rolled the ice cubes around in his rocks glass, smiling and nodding toward the bedroom door, behind which my wife was waiting. "She'll wait."

The handsome black man, who at 22 was less than half my age, was making me feel like I usually make other people feel while doing business with them. I was unsure of what to do, nervous and on the defensive, while young Marcus was cool and confident - nearly arrogant - because he knew that he had a guaranteed market for his product.

I wasn't used to this; sweating like a pig while trying to seem cool and calm, as if this sort of thing happened every day. It didn't, you know, at least not to us. This was new, and while it was exciting, it was also more than a little frightening.

You see, Marcus was about to go into the bedroom – my bedroom - our bedroom - where my wife of 23 years, Maxine was waiting for him, waiting to be fucked. I’m sure Maxie was scared too. We had been faithful to each other until a couple of weeks ago, when we had invited another woman into what had so far been a completely faithful relationship for a one-night fling.

That had been my idea, of course, because I had long wanted to see my darling Maxine make it with another woman. Maxie had resisted, despite her telling me of times long ago back in college when she had an affair with her roommate, I pushed and persisted until she gave in.

It was great. Poor Maxie. She was so worried about how she looked, and while at 47 she no longer had the tight and trim body she had in her youth, Maxie's full and firm body had certainly turned on that other woman, who while she might have been ten years Maxie's junior, wasn’t nearly as attractive.

I got to watch, and even played around a bit. The other woman even gave me head, the first time another woman had touched my cock since before Maxine and I got engaged. Maxie told me she liked watching the other woman sucking my cock quite a bit, and hoped that I would enjoy watching her just as much when the tables were turned.

You see, that was part of the deal we had made when she agreed to fulfill my fantasy. If I got my wish, she would get hers. I was so eager to see Maxie with a woman that I had agreed, and after Maxie told me what she wanted, I admit to being a little bit shocked.

"What difference does it make what color the guy is?" she complained when I asked her why she specifically asked me to find her a black man to be with. "Besides, that seems to be the theme of a lot of the DVDs we watch.

She had me there. Quite often, the DVDs we watched on Saturday nights had black guys with white women, and somehow I was always the one that had picked them out. Seems that had made her curious as to just exactly why, and she’d decided that if she was going to do this, she might as well fulfill both of our fantasies at once.

"It's not MY fantasy!" I had protested, but maybe in the back of my mind, it actually was.

The difference in skin color admittedly intrigued me, and the thought of Maxie's pale white legs wrapped around a rich ebony-toned butt did send a chill down my spine. The other stuff? Well, I didn't know how much of that was bull or not. Anyway it didn't matter.

"Where am I going to find a black guy?" I had said, figuring that it wasn't going to be anything I would be able to pull off. It wasn't like our social circle was all that diverse, and I wasn't about to pick some homeboy off of a street corner and bring him into my home.

As it turns out, finding a black dude who wants to have sex with a white woman really isn't much of a challenge at all. As a matter-of-fact, even my pitiful half-hearted attempt had my e-mail account jammed up with “applications”. It seems that there are a LOT of guys out there who find the concept of fucking a plump 47 year old woman very appealing, and very few were bothered by the thought of her 51 year old husband watching. Some insisted on it, in fa ct.

I was allowed to do the picking by all by myself, ad never mentioned to Maxie that I had 21 horny black guys to choose from. I finally settled on Marcus, because he seemed to be the most intelligent and well-mannered guy out there. His photo was of him clothed, whereas most of the others sent crude pictures of “their” stuff, most likely stolen from internet porn sites.

In our last e-mail exchange, I told Marcus that his civility had made him the one I chose, and liked the fact that he hadn't sent me anything graphic. He didn't work that way, he explained, and besides, Maxine and I would see all we wanted of him when we met.

"Did you tell him that I'm a fat old lady?" Maxine asked when I told her we were going to meet Marcus that next weekend.

"I told him exactly what you are," I said. You're a very pretty 47 year old woman who looks younger and is amply proportioned."

Maxie is a bit self-conscious about the fact that her 5'4" frame carries about 25 more pounds than it did when we first married, but most of the weight went to her boobs and butt, and while her waist is a bit thick, she has no belly to speak of.

"He said he likes full-figured woman anyway," I reminded her, and while she didn't quite fill that description, she wasn't the 34-24-36 college freshman I had fallen in love with these days.

More like a 40-28-42 figure, I would have guessed, but when I had described her to Marcus, he seemed to like what he heard.

"I think we're going to have a good time," Marcus had promised.

***

"Maxine - she's really nervous," I explained to Marcus after she had retreated to the bedroom to get ready. "She - we never did anything like this before."

"I can tell," Marcus said, his teeth sparkling like the gold chain he wore that his open necked silk shirt revealed.

Marcus was a pleasant, friendly kind of guy , although I assumed that this wasn't his usual personality. I suspected he was actually a bit more rough around the edges but was acting like a white middle-aged couple would hope he acted in their home.

Marcus was black. Very black. As black as the color could be, and his 6'1" frame looked sleek and very well toned from what his attire revealed. His hair was very short and his fingernails looked immaculate. Frankly, he was an handsome guy, and I don't know whether that was a factor in Maxie being a bundle of nerves or not.

"So, my man," Marcus said as we sipped scotch. "You aren't going to be one of those guys that sits in the peanut gallery and makes comments, are you?"

"No," I said. "I'm just going to – you know - be there and watch."

"That's good," Marcus said. "I like it when the dude just sits and jerks off while I do is wife."

"Oh, I'm not going to do that," I assured Marcus.

"Right," Marcus said. "Like I said, I don't really care if you do, long as you don't get any of your sap on me. If you want, you can help out your old lady in there. You know, if her jaws get tired or something."

"Me? No," I assured him.

"I don't know," Marcus said. "I can usually figure you dudes out real well and I suspect you've tasted a few dicks in your time."

"Me? No way."

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure," Marcus said with a devilish grin. "You sure? Never? Like back in the day or something?"

"Well," I said, shrugging. "Back when I was young..."

"Thought so," Marcus cackled. "That's alright, my man. I've nibbled on a few myself. No harm no foul."

I smiled and nodded, shrugging my shoulders as I thought back on my own college days, and of stories I had never shared with Maxine . . . or anybody else.

"Go ahead. Take it out," Marcus had said as we finished our drinks in the den before going into the bedroom where poor frightened Maxie was probably trembling on the bed.

"What?" I said, having found myself staring at Marcus down below the waist, even though his baggy slacks revealed nothing.

"I said you can take it out," he repeated. "Maxine will wait. Since you're so generous in giving me your wife, you deserve to get the first look at exactly what it is I'm going to be giving her."

"No, that's okay," I said.

"I insist," Marcus said, smiling but grabbing my hand. "Just between you and me. Man to man."

Marcus took my wrist and brought it over to his crotch.

"Just pull the zipper down, reach in and pull it out," Marcus instructed me, and I found myself doing just what he said. "You know you want to see what I got in here."

I fumbled a little with the zipper, but after a few seconds I finally got it down and reached my hand inside the fly. There was nothing but Marcus underneath the trousers, and after my fingers brushed into some coarse hairs I lowered my hand further.

"Omigod," I muttered, and judging my the expression on his face, my shock at what my hand had found was uttered loud enough for him to hear.

Heavy. Warm, very rubbery, and did I mention heavy. That was what I thought as I lifted the flaccid cock and pulled the gelatinous tube out of his slacks. His uncircumcised organ was plain huge, and he wasn't even close to being erect.

"Think your wife’s like this?" Marcus cooed as he stood there with his cock hanging out of his pants.

"I - I don't know," I mumbled, unable to take me eyes off of that piece of ebony firehose even though I could feel Marcus staring at me.

"Bet she's not used to getting anything like this, is she?" Marcus asked, and I knew that he wasn't referring to the pigmentation of his manhood.

"Uh - no. Not really. I'm - kinda average."

"Don't worry," Marcus said. "It don't get much bigger than this even when it gets hard. Go ahead and handle it a little. See what I mean?"

"No," I said, but Marcus had his hand on my shoulder and was bringing me down to my knees. "What if Maxie..."

"Don't worry. You know you want to. You know you do."

His cock looked even bigger now in front of my face. Only the tip of his glans - a lighter hue much like cranberry - was peeking out from under the foreskin of his cock, with the ominous ridge of the head fully visible under the tight shroud.

What are you doing, you idiot? That was all I could think of as I stared at the huge organ just inches away from me. You're a married man. You haven't done anything like this since college with my room-mate Ted Comstock. This wasn't anything likeTeddy though.

Maxie, I thought to myself. She’s never been with an uncircumcised man. What will she think? Then I lifted that big cock to my mouth, and for the first time since my late teens I took a man into my mouth.

"Ahh - that's it my man," Marcus sighed as his hand held the back of my head and guided me to him. "Take it."

As my lips went down as far as they could, I was already feeling Marcus becoming erect, and after only about a minute or so of sucking he was fully engorged.

"See, my man," Marcus said as he pulled my head back and forth on his cock, which waved straight out in front of me. "I ain't no Lexington Steele or anything. Only about nine inches here."

The fact that I actually knew who Marcus was referring to was embarrassing enough, but knowing that it was my saliva making about half of that enormous cock shine was even worse. His comment about not being as well hung as some porn star seemed a little absurd, because my eyes, mouth, and throat could attest to Marcus being incredibly well endowed.

"That's enough, for now my man," Marcus said as I found myself leaning forward to try and finish the job I had started. "Got to save the rest for your wife. Maybe later, though,. You’re not too bad, for a white guy."

I struggled to my feet as Marcus finished his scotch, and then we were forced to wait until Marcus lost his erection before we could go back to the bedroom and Maxie.

Marcus followed me as we went down the hall to our bedroom. Inside, Maxie was sitting on the bed in her nightie, a frilly little thing we had bought just for this occasion, and she looked like an angel, albeit a terrified one.

"I love you honey," Maxie said to me, and I returned the words, although Marcus was already easing me aside, sentencing me to the corner chair in the shadows.

The bed. Well, we had been planning to buy a new one anyway, so this would be the last time this one would be used. Tomorrow, a new bed would take the place of this one.

I sat quietly in the darkened chair, helplessly watching as Marcus kissed Maxie on the forehead while whispering something to her. Maxie nodded and began unbuttoning his shirt.

She was shaking too, giggling nervously as she fumbled with his buttons. I wanted to tell her that it was okay - you should have seen me taking down his pants zipper out in the den - but I didn't.

Marcus was now naked above the waist, and while he didn't have an overly muscular build, there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. A scar on his shoulder and a couple of tattoos were the only marks on his ebony skin, and his abs were prominent as he stood there with his hands clasped behind his head, posing for her.

What did he say? I couldn't hear, but now she was taking a step back and lifting the nightie over her head and off, naked before another man. Her full and pendulous breasts, with their large nipples sticking way out, looked magnificent even if they did sag a bit.

Marcus seemed pleased, and my eyes watched his as he looked my wife over. Her thick bush had been trimmed, because Maxie said that young guys don't like hair like my generation does, or at least that was what the magazines told her.

Now Marcus was motioning Maxie over, and like he had done to me, his black hand went on her shoulder, ebony fingers pressing into her soft white skin as he eased her down.

Still time to chicken out, I thought, and when Maxine hesitated I thought she might, but she didn't. Instead she undid his belt, and then his trousers were falling to his ankles.

Oh, the look on my wife's face - I knew it well, because it was probably similar to my own out in the den. Maxie looked over at me in the darkness but I found myself unable to help her, almost like I was bound to the seat by some unseen force, when in fact I was just held by my own lust, just helplessly sitting there, watching, watching my naked wife on her knees as she was handling his big black cock, her eyes silently pleading with me to stop this now, sitting there, mesmerized, with my one hand gripping the arm of the chair and the other...

I came. To my utter and everlasting shame I ejaculated just as Maxie's sweet lips took in the head of that massive black dick, filling my boxers with what felt like a gallons of my own cum while Maxie’s mouth struggled to hold Marcus and his throbbing manhood.

Marcus then tilted my wife's head back so she was looking up at him while she sucked on his big black dick. Her jaws seemed stretched to the limit by the thickness of his shaft, and he seemed to relish the sight of this middle-aged, middle class white woman on her knees before him.

Marcus brought her to the bed and put her on her back. He fingered her roughly for a minute while stroking his cock with his other hand, her mouth never leaving his cockhead the whole time, and then he was climbing between her spread thighs.

There was no romance. Nothing even resembling foreplay. Marcus simply rubbed the head of his cock along the lips of my wife's sex and couple of times and eased it into her. Maxie cried out then as Marcus impaled her, laughing while asking her how it felt to have a big one for the first time, and then he began thrusting deeply into my wife.

Her tiny pale hands were digging into Marcus’s back. His skin was starting to glisten now with sweat. Marcus was taking long deep thrusts into Maxie then nearly pulling all of his cock out of her before plunging all the way back in.

And Maxine was cumming. I had heard those sounds before, but it sounded different when another man was making it happen. Maxie cried out, screaming, her legs kicking in the air as her body convulsed, over and over and over, again and again, and after she finally stopped coming Marcus roughly rolled her over on onto her stomach.

Marcus put Maxine up on her hands and knees and mounted her from behind. Marcus had positioned her facing me, on purpose I'm sure, so that I could see the expression on my wife's face when he put his cock back in her.

From her expression, I almost thought that he was putting his cock in her ass, what with her eyes rolling back in her skull and her mouth open in a silent scream. Riding her like she was his plaything, Marcus held onto her hips while thrusting in and out of my wife. Then he pulled her arms back and grabbed both wrists in one hand, taking a handful of hair in his other hand and started banging her harder and faster as he pulled with both arms.

Maxine's tits were swinging wildly, crashing into each other below her as the sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, along with the animal-like grunts of Marcus and Maxie's whimpering. He murmured something to her and she said black cock, then again and I heard nigger, nigger cock, ten “YES, FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH YYOUR BIG NIGGER COCK!” Faster and faster now and even harder than before Marcus went, reaching around Maxie twisting her erect nipples and mauling her breasts roughly, “you ready? You ready for some nigger come?” “YES”, she screamed, all the while staring into my eyes, “GIVE ME THAT NIGGER CUM!!!” and then his eyes rolled back in his head.

He was cumming. His body jerked as he filled my wife's cunt with his seed, his sweat raining down on Maxie's back while grunting gutturally, and then he was pulling his spent cock out of her. Maxie rolled over onto her back, and after a few minutes Marcus went to the bathroom.

"Honey," I whispered, and Maxie looked startled, as if she had forgotten I was even there in the shadows. "Are you okay?"

Maxie didn't answer. Her chest was still heaving and she looked dazed. Between her legs, I could see the cum oozing out of her pussy, hanging on the hairs that lined her sex, and then Marcus reentered the room.

Marcus wasn't done with her yet. In fact, he had barely begun. For the next several hours, he completely had his way with Maxie, taking her from every angle imaginable. Maxie said very little, though she did ask for nigger cock several times and loudly. She was like a sex toy to Marcus, only speaking to tell him that she really didn't want him to fuck her in the ass.

He seemed upset at that, since he seemed fond of squeezing her plump cheeks, but she was insistent so he simply fucked her from behind again. I think he came four times altogether, three times in her pussy and once in her mouth, forcing Maxie to swallow that load after pulling his cock out of her pussy and waving it in her face.

At one point he had Maxine give him a bath, with her tongue. Maxie obediently licked his entire ebony torso from head to toe, cleaned his asshole, and our eyes met as she was running her tongue through the little patch of moist curls in his armpit. She smiled nervously then.

The last time he fucked Maxie, he had he positioned on her hip while he took her from behind, holding her leg up by the knee, probably so I could see his cock thrusting in and out of my wife's pussy, and seeing that huge appendage from that angle made it look even bigger. The base of his cock looked as thick as my forearm.

Maxie was barely conscious now, or so it seemed. She looked groggy, and I knew that she had had enough, but Marcus seemed insatiable so she just let him have his way with her.

"Yo, white boy," Marcus was saying to me, and he gestured me over to the bed. "Eat that pussy."

Marcus had me kneel on the side of the bed with my face scant inches away from Maxie's cock filled cunt. The stench of sex filled the air as I moved my face towards my wife's ravaged pussy, her labia beet red and swollen as his huge cock moved in and out, creating a sloshing sound.

My tongue dabbed at Maxie's clit as I stared at the glistening spear moving just inches from my tongue. I realized I wanted to pull that cock out of Maxie and finish Marcus off with my mouth, in my mouth, but the thought of Maxie seeing me do that stopped me.

Out of sight, my hand was working over my own cock, and I came almost immediately. I continued to lick my wife's clit until my face got pulled right up into her by Marcus, who laughed derisively as he shoved my face in before I backed off and went back to the chair and watched him finish up.

Maxie wasn't going to cum again. I had lost track by now of how many orgasms she had already had, but she wasn't even able to fake any by this point. Marcus came, and after his cock went limp and slithered out of my wife's pussy, I watched the seed slowly drool out of the fold.

"I could go for a drink," Marcus said from the bed, and I nodded, telling him to follow me back out to the den.

"Your old lady’s gonna be alright," Marcus said as I poured him a drink. "Ran out of gas though. Ain't even midnight."

Maxie was out like a light back in the bed, and while I was tempted to say that it had been years since we had made love twice in one night, much less however many dozen times they had just done it, I just explained that we usually turned in early.

"Looks like you enjoyed it," Marcus said, and he laughed when I told him it was okay, nodding toward my pants.

I felt like crawling under the carpet when I realized that the front of my pants was one big stain from all the loads I had popped while watching.

"Take them off," Marcus said, and I laughed and told him no, and that I was fine like I was, but he repeated it.

"The underwear too," Marcus said after I took off the slacks, and after I lowered the gooey boxers and tried to pry my dick out of my sticky pubic hair he just laughed.

"Little fella looks like he’s kinda tired too," Marcus said as he surveyed my equipment, which looked ridiculous next to Marcus, who stood there unabashedly naked beside me.

"I felt your tongue, you know," Marcus said as he sipped his scotch. "When you were eating your wife's snatch I felt your tongue keep on licking at my dick. How come you didn't take it out of her and suck on it for a while? You know I wouldn't have complained."

"I - I just couldn't."

"Oh, I see. Your wife doesn't know you're a cocksucker?"

"I'm not," I protested.

"Could have fooled me," Marcus said. "You want to suck it right now, don't you?"

"No. I - I mean, I will if you want me to."

"Want to do it back in the bedroom?" Marcus suggested, and when I shook my head no he laughed.

"Well, where you do want it, Steve? In the mouth or in the ass?"

"The ass?" No!"

"Okay then," Marcus said, pulling on his dick. "First though, get it up."

"What?"

"Your dick. I want to see you get it up."

"Here?"

"Yeah. Let me see what you've been giving that poor deprived lady in there all these years," Marcus said. "Get a hard on, and then I'll let you suck my dick."

Embarrassed, I pulled on my dick while trying to think of something to get me stiff. I felt so ashamed that even staring at his long black snake did little good.

"Maybe this will help," Marcus said, and after setting his glass down he reached down and grabbed me, practically crushing my limp stem with his thumb and index finger as he yanked on it hard.

"There you go," Marcus said as he pulled hard on my fully engorged penis. "Is that as big as it gets?"

My answer came in the form of an orgasm that spat into his hand, the milky white cream stark against his ebony fingers. My knees were jelly as I came, and after my orgasm subsided Marcus wiped his hand on my chest.

"Probably going to take some time for me to cum," Marcus said as he eased me down to my knees again. "Something tells me you won't mind that though. Neither do I, because to tell you the truth you give better head than your old lady."

Marcus took a long time cumming, and he was right in that I didn't mind. I reveled in sucking on that sleek hunk of manhood, with my wife's juices still on it, and even though it took about 15 minutes to get him off, I kept right on gobbling his cock until he finally shot his load down my throat.

I got to my feet, my jaw throbbing, and after as I watched Marcus get dressed I walked him to the door.

"What are you going to tell your wife?" Marcus asked, and when I asked him what he meant he explained.

"When she asks you about you givng me head," he told me.

"I'm not going to tell her that," I assured him. "And please don't you say anything."

"I don't have to," Marcus said. "She saw you."

"WHAT?"

"A couple of minutes before I coated your throat, by the way, you’re prettydamned good at that, anyways I looked up and there she was standing in the doorway stareing at us looking like she seen a ghost."

"Why didn't you say something?" I complained. "Stopped me or at least warned me."

"What the fuck could I say? There was no hiding it. You were down on your knees sucking the hell out of my cock and pulling your pecker like a chimp," Marcus said. "She's not stupid."

"Hey man," Marcus said, putting his hand on my shoulder as I fought the temptation to cry. "Some women like seeing that shit, you know. She looked a little shocked, but maybe deep inside she liked what she saw."

"I doubt it."

"Cheer up man. Who knows? Maybe you'll be calling me up next week inviting me over again," Marcus suggested. "The three of us together. How does that sound? Maybe Maxine would like that, maybe even get herself off watching me put my dick in your ass."

***

I didn't call Marcus next week, like he had suspected I would. I didn't call at all.

"Marcus?" I heard Maxie say as I stood at her side. "This is Maxie. I just wanted to thank you for last night. My husband told me what you suggested to him, and I just wanted you to know that yes, I'm interested. In fact, I’m very interested and so is Steve."

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