Revenge is sweet

I love my rich elderly husband...

Best of both worlds.. .

Jealousy....

Office party...

More tongue...

Licking...

My husband, your wife.. cell.mp4

You white slut, black husband... pk.mp4

Tina wasn't a virgin but she was naïve. Nor was she a stranger to black cock, having had a few at university. Tina had no idea how much cock had entered her cunt in those carefree days. It wasn't a rare occurrence for her to wake up after a drunken night, to find a guy laying naked at her side, sometimes two. The smirks and comments of fellow students indicated to her that she had no way of knowing just how many times she'd pulled a train in one of her drunken stupors. Tina was taking a three month hiking trip to the States before she took up her post university role. On one such hike she found an out of the way roadside diner and got chatting to a bunch of flirtatious black men. They offered to give her a ride to the next hostel on her itinerary. The guys started passing round a bottle of bourbon, the driver abstained but Tina didn't, and the bottle seemed to be in her mouth more than it was the guys. Pretty soon the flirting became groping. The groping turned to stripping. Before she knew it Tina was naked on the back seat between two men with rigid black cocks begging to be taken into her mouth. The driver adjusted his mirror so he could glance occasionally at the white slut being used as a whore. The guy in the passenger seat used his extensive expletive vocabulary to ddddddddddddd and demean her and egg the other guys on. The car pulled off onto a side road and stopped in a deserted picnic area. The guys got out and pulled Tina towards a table. She was trying to wipe the second guys load from her lips and eyes, She had swallowed the first guys cum. Almost drunk, she realised that she was about to be gangbanged. Her legs fell apart. The driver went first, pounding her like he hadn't fucked a woman in weeks. He was quickly followed by the passenger who had been so excited watching her being fucked he shot his load almost immediately. They got back in the car. Tina was allowed to dress. Next stop, the driver's apartment. The guys ripped her clothes from her body, leaving only her transparent bra, which had the effect of making her look slutty. Hands grabbed her from all sides. She thought to herself, I love the contrast of black hands on my white skin. One guy lay back on the sofa. Two of the others lifted her onto him. The thick black cock slid straight into her well lubricated cunt. Tina sighed as his cock stretched her. She was enjoying the feeling of being used, being taken by four thuggish men. The guy she was sat on, emptied his balls and passed her to the next guy. Now on her back with a dick in her pussy, she felt a cock on her cheek. Tina turned her head and took it into her mouth. It wasn't the sweetest tasting cock she had sucked but she didn't care. She was being used and passed around like a worthless whore, and she was loving every minute of it, even the backhand slaps and degrading language. They were right, she was being an utter cunt for their black manhoods. An hour later all five were sleeping off their exertions and of course their inebriation. Tina woke up first and could have escaped their clutches but she stayed in the hope of being used and abused again. She was, and she enjoyed every minute of it. Many years later her fantasies included being set up in similar situations by her husband.

The refurbishment had gone very well. They had taken a chance and hired parolees who were part of a restart program sponsored by the state. All had worked in the building trade prior to their incarceration. They were three well muscled black and mixed race guys. They exuded the arrogance that so many in the building trade exhibit. They had worked hard, done a great job and if one ignored the mildly suggestive flirtations from the young men, they had been very respectful. One was in his fifties, the others were in their twenties. The older guy, Jake, had gone upstairs to do a final check of the new on suite bathroom. Old larceny habits die hard so he also looked in the other rooms. One bedroom appeared to be the owners' adult d a u g h t e r's room. He could not resist looking in the drawers. He found several sex toys which excited him. He'd met her, albeit fleetingly, on the first day of the refurbishment. He stood there going hard imagining one of the toys being used by her on her white cunt. He stuffed a pair of her panties into his pocket to keep as a trophy. Jake went into the next room. There was an open laptop. Photos of the lady of the house had been left in full view. This had happened to him a few times before he went to prison, usually by guys who liked exposing their wife. A quick look at the browser history showed her husband frequented cuckold sites. Jake took a few breaths. He had not had a woman for three years and here was a guy who seemed to like his wife being fucked by other men. Dave thought that Jake was taking rather a long time upstairs and so went to check on him. He berated Jake, "What the fuck do you think you are doing," when he caught him going through the images of Chrissy on his hard drive. Jake glanced at the growing bulge David couldn't hide. With a smirk, Jake turned on David, "I'm doing what you hoped I'd do cucky white boy." Jake's menacing tone was a shock to David. A bigger shock was the chisel in Jake's hand. Yes, David had hoped one of the guys would stumble on the erotic images of Chrissy but he hadn't bargained on this turn of events. David was shocked when Jake told him to lead the way to his 's room. David was tied to the chair in the corner of the room with items of his 's clothing. Jake took the biggest dildo he could find from the drawer. It was black and was at least ten inches long. He waved it in front of Dave's face. We both know where this has been, I wonder if your wife can take it all? Downstairs, Chrissy's natural friendliness was being mistaken for flirtation by Edson and Vaughn. Her braless tits were moving slightly. Her nipples stood proud against the thin cloth of her tee. Chrissy asked, in all innocence, if they were allowed girlfriend visitation rights in prison. Vaughn showed her his hand, "This is my prison girlfriend." Their was an edge in the laughter of Edson and Vaughn. Chrissy tried to change the subject. Each of the guys gestured an air stroke. "Do you want to see what we do bitch?" Now very worried, Chrissy ran upstairs to find David. From her 's bedroom door she could see him in the chair. Edson and Vaughn were right behind her. They hoisted her from the floor and threw her onto the bed. From somewhere they found belts to tie her down. Her screaming stopped abruptly when Jake held the chisel to her throat. David struggled against his bonds. She closed her eyes. Her skirt was raised to her waist. Her panties were pulled down. David pleaded with them to leave her alone. They ignored him. Jake brandished the black dildo and said, "Let's see if this fits her cunt". He passed it to Vaughn. Vaughn held it to her face. Lick it slut, or I'll thrust it into your cunt, which right now doesn't look at all lubricated. Chrissy reluctantly did as she was told. Edson nodded towards David. Vaughn told him to lick it too. David tried to make it as wet as he could. Chrissie squirmed, trying to avoid being invaded by her d a u g h t e r's sex toy, but to no avail. Vaughn felt her cunt contract but pushed the dildo in anyway. Edson toyed with her clit. Chrissy had felt nothing like it. Her fear, the sensation of her cunt being stretched and the skillful teasing of her clitoris combined to set her juices flowing. The dildo started vibrating as Vaughn switched it on. Her body betrayed her. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. Jake said, "I think she's ready for real cock now boys" In an effort to forestall the inevitable, Chrissy begged them to leave the dildo in her. Of course they didn't. Edson was first to climb between her legs. She writhed all she could to stop him from taking her. Her orgasm had left her pussy wet and loose. He was soon up to the hilt inside her. When Vaughn gestured for Chrissy to suck his dick, David lost his load. This was what he had wanted for years, but being excited at the reality of his wife's shame was chastening. He fervently wished he would wake up from a dream. Chrissy was finding it difficult to suck Vaughn. Edson's thrusts were too ardent. Vaughn waited for Edson to fill her, took hold of her head and disregarding her gagging, facefucked her till he also came. Chrissy hoped that would be the end of it. It wasn't. Jake released David's straining cock from his pants. He told her to look at her husband. She saw his rigid cock. Jake said, "It looks like you are your husband's favourite porn star." Vaughn and Edson swapped places. Chrissy found herself musing that Vaughn's cock felt thicker than Edson's did, this despite the sense of invasion she was feeling. Again she was expected to please two men at once. The guys worked in unison this time. Chrissy was concentrating so hard on the cock in her mouth, trying not to bite it, she didn't notice how stimulated her pussy had become. When both Vaughn and Edson grabbed a tit each and started telling her in vulgar terms how much of black cock whore she was becoming, her body spasmed again. As her body was wracked in ecstasy she caught sight of David's cock once more spurting his cum, just before Vaughn emptied his balls. Edson did the same a few seconds later. Jake told his friends to go sit in the truck and wait for him. He untied David and Chrissy. They ran together and hugged. Kiss your wife, taste the cum on her lips, commanded Jake. As long as his wife was unhurt, at least physically, David was accepting their situation. In a similar vein, Chrissy was glad David hadn't been hurt and she couldn't deny that the orgasms were so much more intense than anything she had ever experienced I'm going to take your pussy before we leave you in peace. Lay on the bed chrissy, David lick her clean, then beg me to fuck her. David did as he was told, taking extra care to get his tongue as far into her cunt as he could, trying hard to excite her enough to enjoy Jake's cock. David moved from Chrissy's pussy. Jake got between her legs and told David to guide his cock into her pussy. Jake did so. She climaxed on his cock as he pounded her. Jake came, rolled off, and pushed her head to his cock for her to clean him. She complied, willingly. As Jake got ready to leave he apologised for what they had done and begged them not to report it. Chrissy smiled and asked if they were free to do some more work next week.

Her much older husband... pregnant soon.mp4

She's seeing her lover out of the door, she looks very flushed, her hair is a mess and her housecoat is leaving little to the imagination, the cum from her lover's black balls trickling down her leg. We had been married for nigh on twenty-five years, we have been divorced for two. Finances are such that we both still live in the marital home. The reason for our divorce, her having a boyfriend behind my back, was also supposed to be the start of a new life for her. He however, dumped her as soon as she was free. It seems he found her interesting only because she was his married slut. So here we are, still stuck in our small terraced house. I always thought our sex life was good. Now and then I would last long enough for her to orgasm while I was still inside her, at least that was the impression she gave. Things she said during the heat of our pre-divorce arguments implied I'd never taken her to orgasm, so I now believe she faked every one of them. Looking back, her supposed climaxes during sex were extremely tame when compared to what her toys gave her. Perhaps if I could have pleased her more or if I'd had an extra inch or two in length and girth she wouldn't have strayed. In the early years of our marriage getting hard three or four times a night was a regular thing. Perhaps some of that was what she missed with me and found with her lover. We have not shared the same bed since our split. Our solution is to each have one of the spare rooms as our personal space. Whichever one of us wishes to bring a lover home from a date gets to use our old bedroom. I have yet to use it. My ex-wife uses it most weekends and sometimes during the week. At first, when she brought a guy home, I would turn up the volume on the television to drown out the creaking of the bedsprings and the banging of the headboard on the bedroom wall. No doubt it turned the guys she was spreading her legs for got a kick out of making sure her ex knew she was being screwed. Over time she started to moan louder, as though she was getting over concerns about me hearing her enjoying herself. It's likely her lovers were encouraging her to be vocal. Her lovers were always gone before breakfast and were never mentioned. Some three months into our divorce we both had a date on the same night. We agreed that I could use the marital bed. By the time I brought my lady friend home, who happened to be a woman of very easy virtue, my ex wife was being very vocal in our bed with a man between her legs. Not wanting make a fuss I took my date's hand to lead her to my bedroom. She wasn't impressed with the situation even though I had told her what the set-up was. "What kind of man can bear to be in the next room while his wife is getting fucked?" was the rather loud verbal battering she was giving me. "She's no longer my wife" was all I could muster "that and they are only doing what we are going to be doing." I asked her to be quiet. It didn't work. "Whatever. Am I supposed to let you fuck me on this small bed while your wife's stud gets to have her in comfort in there?" My desire to have this woman was waning but it had been some time since my last fuck. I started getting undressed, as did she. She lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, I climbed between her thighs. "If you're going to fuck me get on with it, or do I have to spend all night listening to your wife enjoying herself?" A combination of my wife and her lover being very loud and my woman's attitude conspired to reduce the blood flow to my manhood. "Is it in yet?" killed off my erection. I climbed off of her and told her to get dressed. She told me she had nearly laughed at the size of my cock, as a parting shot, when I saw her out of the door and to her taxi. I was still feeling horny and so for the first time since the divorce I went to bed with the intention of listening in on my ex and her beau and jerking off to the noises they were making. They were still making love when I turned over and fell asleep. When we argued about the use of the marital bed the previous night, my ex-wife's dimissive comment was "You would have only needed it for five minutes at most, me and my guy made really good use of it most of the night." Of course, over the following weeks, she noticed I was going to my room quite soon after she had taken a lover upstairs. She had also noticed cum stains on my sheets, she didn't need to be a genius to know I was getting off on listening to her. To say it caused an argument is an understatement. I was forced to stop listening for a while. Late one night, and quite unexpectedly, she came downstairs in her sheer bra and panties. I thought she was checking that I hadn't gone to bed to listen to them. "I've been telling Tony about you listening to us the last time he took me to bed. He wants to know if you would like to watch us? No touching us and no talking. You sit in the chair in the corner with your hand down your jogging bottoms if you must jerk off." I followed her up the stairs. I sat in the corner as instructed. Tony stood behind my ex. He unhooked her bra and told her to throw it to me. Tony's thumbs hooked over the waistband of her panties to slide then down her legs. She stepped out of them and deftly flicked them with her foot to my face. I held them there, they smelled divine. Tony cupped her left breast and used his other hand to finger her pussy. I don't think my cock had ever been harder. I'd seen her naked before, she'd been my wife after all, but seeing her naked in the hands of another man was so amazing I almost shot my load. I had never seen anything so erotic, not even online. My ex wife was my porn star! Tony stood them at right-angles to me, pushed down on her shoulders, she went to her knees, cupped his balls and swallowed the whole of his shaft. She's never even kissed my cock, despite promising she would after we got married. My ex wife was making love to Tony's cock with her mouth. He got insistent, grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth until his thick cream was seeping from the corners of her mouth. Tony barely softened as he sat at the end of what used to be my bed. He having her face me he pulled she who used to be my wife to his lap. He slipped straight up her wet pussy. My ex wife looked me in the eyes as she bounced up and down on her lovers phallus. It wasn't long before she closed her eyes and started coming. I knew for certain at that moment she had never orgasmed on my cock. They climbed under the duvet, kissed passionately and started fucking. Tony looked back at me and said "Fuck off to your room". They were still having sex when I fell asleep. "Last night changes nothing but you can start listening again when someone is making love to me if you want to." She had enjoyed being used in front of me more than she had initially let on so it happened again, and again a few weeks later with another lover. Before too long she was telling her one night stands and her regulars that I was at home and that she enjoyed making me watch. Very few of them refused her the pleasure, many abused me verbally by making fun of my willingness to accept my role. Our relationship has improved no end. I still don't get any sexual favours from my ex, and never will, but we are considering remarrying. She tells me it would turn her on to be once again a cheating wife with a psychologically neutered husband. Her latest lover now having gone home she turned to me, shrugged off her housecoat, pointed to her matted pubes and said "Clean me."

The gardener... gardener.mp4

Husband away, his friends want to play... pretend slut.mp4

As new years eve parties go, it had been a great one. Jack was driving but Abigail had made the most of the free flowing spirits. In the car on the way home she was feeling very frisky, teasing her husband by dropping the straps of her dress and letting her braless breasts swing to the motion of the car. She didn't even cover up when vehicles pulled alongside them at the lights. Jack had trouble concentrating as Abigail played with his cock over his pants. It was exciting him that some of the other drivers, mainly cabbies, were getting a view of her huge tits. On the long straights Jack played with Abigail's nipples and took the opportunity to slide his hand up her silky thighs and finger her sopping cunt. They even pulled into a layby at one point so she could give him a slurpy blowjob, leaving him just short of cumming in her mouth. Once home they almost fell through the front door, pulling off each others' clothes. Just as Jack was about to plunge his dick into Abigail's willing cunt he felt a strong draught. Then he saw a door that was open that he was sure he had shut on their way out earlier. To Abigail's dismay he climbed off of her, it was then he saw the broken window in the lounge. Abigail screamed as a man appeared at the top of the staircase. She scrambled to cover herself, not altogether successfully. Jack almost got back to Abigail but the intruder was quicker. He stood by Abigail and suggested Jack didn't try to be a hero. Not many naked men feel like being heroes, in fact Jack's cock twitched slightly at the thought of what the huge black burglar might want to do to Abigail. Though he had never indulged in sexual violence in his life his senses, and sense, were being affected by the sight of a naked woman trying to hide herself behind a less than adequate piece of slinky material and the barely perceptible aroma of an aroused woman, mixed with her fear. Slowly, surely, Abigail's pheromones worked insidiously. Before he knew what he was doing he was on the path to, one way or another, fucking this woman and making her husband watch. The intruder grabbed the dress Abigail was trying to maintain her modesty with. He gestured for Abigail to stand with Jack. When she tried to stand behind Jack the black guy told her to stand beside him. It had been some years since he had seen a hairy pussy and was fascinated by it. The burglar told Jack and Abigail to call him Jay. He used a knife to cut Abigail's dress into strips and told her to tie Jack to a dining chair. She was too frightened to do anything other than a thorough job, there was no way Jack could free himself. Despite his best efforts, Jack's dick responded to the situation by going rock hard. The fear, the thought that Abigail was going to have a big black cock in her, betrayed him. Jay's cock was also rigid. Jack's erection hadn't escaped Jay's notice. He'd been the Bull for a few of his white friends' wives so he knew the signs. Jay also guessed that Abigail wasn't a hot wife so was most likely uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of her husband's desire for her to be fucked by another man. Some modicum of sense was coming back to Jay. He knew that if he played things right he would have this big titted white wife and he would be excused the break-in. Jay was blessed with a deep baritone voice, when he spoke his words tended to have a soothing effect. He reassured Jack and Abigail that he had no intentions of harming them, putting his knife away to give credence to his words. Abigail picked that moment to launch herself at him. Her adrenalin fuelled fists battered at his body. Jay found it almost comical that this woman so much shorter than he, thought she could overpower him. Abigail was struggling against Jay, there was a moment when she accidentally grasped his cock and froze in surprise at its size. Jay took the pause in her struggles to spin her around. Jack's cock twitch wildly as he saw Jay's hand grabbing Abigail's left breast. "Look at her nipples, your wife's in heat" from Jay was met with "Fuck off you bastard" from Abigail. Jay walked her over to where Jack was tied to the chair. "See how much your husband is enjoying seeing you in the arms of a black man. He wants me to fuck you girl." "Hell will freeze first" spat out Abigail. Jay ran his fingers through Abigail's trimmed pubes, slid a finger between her labia and poked her cunt. Her writhing whilst trying to avoid him fingering her only sufficed to allow him deeper. He stuck his wet finger under Jack's nose and told him to savour the aroma of his wife's hole. "Say something Jack, tell him to stop" Abigail pleaded with her husband. "Please don't hurt her" uttered Jack, but the subtext in his voice was definitely something akin to "please fuck her but don't hurt her." Most of the fight drained from Abigail and she was visibly shaken by the timidity of her husband's words. She'd realised she might have to let the black brute have his way with her to keep them both safe. She'd also decided he damn well would not enjoy it, unless of course his fetish was for having a crying woman lay as still as a corpse. Jay let go of Abigail. She ran to Jack. Jay started to strip, blocking the doorway. Abigail whispered in Jack's ear, "What do you think I should do." Jack responded with "Whatever you have to do darling. He's obviously intent on taking you one way or another. I love you, just don't get hurt, we can get through this." Abigail couldn't help but look from her husband's groin to Jay's larger manhood. It wasn't so much the length, it was the girth which was fascinating her. She told herself not to look nor to think about it. Jay grabbed Abigail's arm and pulled her to his body, breast to breast. Abigail struggled against him, their height difference meaning her belly was rubbing his cock. Abigail thought to herself, "If I keep struggling against him he might cum and lose interest like Jack does", so she added deliberately stimulating his cock as she struggled. Part of it worked, Jay's cock spat out his spunk onto Abigail's tits but he didn't go soft, nor did his ardour lessen. He turned her to face Jack, "Don't you just love seeing this black man's spunk dripping from your cunt's tits mate?" Without thinking, Jack nodded feebly. Abigail shot him a vicious look, angry that her husband was getting off on her being manhandled. Any hopes that her ordeal might be over were dispelled as Jay pushed her to her knees. Jack's view of Jay's cock slapping against Abigail's cheek couldn't have been better. When Jay told Abigail to lick the last drops of jizz from his cock she resisted so he scooped some of his cum from her tits and holding her face, so as to force her mouth open, he flicked it onto her tongue. Abigail gipped but because Jay then held her mouth closed she was forced to gulped it down. "Kiss your husband on the lips, share tongues, then lay on the sofa." Reluctantly, Abigail did as she was told. She lay on the sofa eyes closed, hands across her breasts and legs crossed. After turning Jack's chair so that he can see his wife evolve from a faithful spouse to a wanton slut. Jay grasped Abigail's ankles and pulled her legs wide. Abigail now wanted to get it over with so offered no resistance. Jay turned to Jack and said, "Your wife is wanting my big, black cock. See how easy her legs have spread for me and how her cunt is glistening. Jack grinned, his dream was about to come true, luckily for him Abigail's eyes were still closed. Abigail's reaction was "Just get on with it you bastard." Jay climbed on top of Abigail. Her involuntary reaction to having a cock knocking at the door of her pussy was to part her thighs a little bit more. Jay worked his cock up and down her slit. Her juices from the foreplay with Jack had left her lubricated. Jay's leaking precum helped him ease the head of cock into Abigail. She lay still trying to put him off by being totally disinterested. Jack was beside himself with pleasure, another man's cock was finally in his wife's cunt. He wanted his hand free sp that he could jerk off to the live pornography his eyes were fixed on. Then, for the first time in many, many years he had an involuntary orgasm. Jay laughed at his incontinence. Jack felt deflated. He wanted to free himself as he realised he needed to help his wife and stop the guy from fucking her. He was tied securely though. All he could do was berate the guy now deep inside his wife. Jay was spurred on, excited by using an unwilling wife in full view her husband, who having ejaculated, has gone from wanting it to happen to wanting to save his wife from shame. Abigail had never felt so stretched, none of the men who'd had her before she met Jack were as gifted girthwise as Jay was. Once Jay was in her balls deep it started to become an effort for Abigail to lay still. She had never felt so full. His thick dick parted her labia exposing her clit which his coarse pubes teased. Her nipples were standing proud betraying her. Jays hands played her breasts. She had to stop herself from raising her hands to his buttocks. Jay's baritone whisper entered her ears, "I'm already fucking you girl, let yourself go, enjoy my cock. Your husband hasn't got the tackle to pleasure you like I can. You know you want to." Jay upped the urgency with which he was fucking Abigail. He thrust deeper and faster, alternating his mouth and his fingers on her nipples. Jack had swung back to enjoying the show, his cock hard once again. He was egging Jay on, telling him to give Abigail the fucking of her life. Abigail too was feeling the pleasure but until Jay kissed her neck and nibbled her ear lobes she avoided showing her arousal. Abigail looked into Jack's eyes, saw his own excitement and started moving in rhythm to Jay's thrusts. Abigail wrapped her legs around Jay's. Her hands explored her body. Her tongue went into his mouth as he kissed her. Abigail was about to tell Jay to fuck her harder when she felt his cock throb, felt him stiffen, the felt his potent black cum coat her cervix. Having let herself be immersed in the pleasure she was getting a bit late in the day, Abigail felt cheated that the Jay had left her short of her own orgasm. Jay pulled out and apologised to he for taking her against her will. She kissed him passionately, told him to free Jack and for them to follow her upstairs in another ten minutes. She freshened herself up, put on a pair of knickers (she wanted her husband to take them off for her lover) and lay on the bed waiting. Before they joined Abigail, Jay told Jack he could watch until Abigail climaxed on his cock then he wanted privacy with her. He also to Jack that he wanted him to make a show of giving Abigail to him. Jack nodded meekly. "Please Jay, my wife needs a real man to make her feel like a real woman." Jack avoided eye contact with Abigail, he wasn't sure how she would feel about him giving her away, that and he felt humiliated and less of a man for doing so. It didn't matter because Abigail only had eyes for Jay. Abigail lifted her rear to facilitate the removal of the knickers she had donned though she hardly noticed as Jack pulled them down over her knees. He kept hold of her knickers, so he could use them to jerk his cock into as he watched his normally reserved wife be a complete and utter whore for their uninvited guest. Jay took his time, making love to Abigail instead of fucking her. At one point Jay rolled off of her, gestured to her cunt, in effect her was telling Jack to use his mouth on Abigail's used, creamy pussy. Jack almost baulked as he got near her pussy so Jay pushed his face the last couple of inches and rubbed it around like a washcloth. Though she had tried to freshen herself up there was still some of Jay's spunk from earlier mixed with her own copious flow. After Jay's few minutes rest he gave Jack a kick as a signal he should return to the chair in the corner of the room. Jay reinforced the message, "Wimp, go sit on your cuckold chair." All thoughts of her her husband disappeared from Abigail's mind as she responded to Jay's ministrations. Abigail had never given as much of herself as she was giving to Jay, a man she had known for a few short hours and then only because he had broken into her home. Jay, with his smooth baritone was seducing her as much with his voice as he was with his dick. His deep strokes and grinding were taking her to places she had never had never been. He even had her talking dirty to him, calling herself a slut and begging for his big black cock. He reward was to receive more ardent thrusts. Like a tidal wave her orgasm overwhelmed her. It frightened her at first, she's not experienced one before and was unsure what was happening. She almost passed out with the pleasure, certainly she didn't feel Jay's explosion in her. Just as Abigail thought it was over came another wave, and another. She had to beg Jay to stop. She didn't have time to wonder what Jack must think about her orgasm, she'd sometimes pretended to have them with him to make him feel good. Abigail was still trying recover so didn't notice when Jay sent Jack to the spare room for the night, in fact so engrossed was she with Jay that she didn't notice Jack's absence for a couple of hours and only then because it was dawn and the bed felt empty when Jay left to go home. Jack was frustrated. He was also confused. He had thought that once Abigail had willingly taken a black cock to their bed that the floodgates would open. To the contrary, Abigail was ashamed of herself. What what had started out as a night of terror and ended with her being a wanton wife, riding a black man while his cock stretched her. His hands caressing her ample breasts and his mouth teasing her erect nipples with his teeth and lips. On his way out Jay told Jack she had woken him up with a blowjob, and swallowed his baby batter, and said thank you to him for making her feel like the sexiest woman alive. He left their home a happy man, he left her a happy woman. As the day wore on though, Abigail went quiet. The buzz was fading away. Jack was giving her space, not wanting to push her. He was loving and reassuring but Abigail wouldn't talk about what had happened. Jack hoped that come bedtime she would be relaxed enough for them to make love and for her to tell him how it felt for her to let another make love to her in front of him. There was no sex that night. Abigail spent most of it sobbing. She was disgusted with herself and hurt that Jack had gotten off on watching her. She even told Jack he was weird, maybe sick, for not stopping her acting like a slut. She told Jack that if he ever mentioned what had happened again she would leave him. Sex between them for the next few weeks was awkward. Abigail wanted it to be over quickly so it suited her that Jack wasn't lasting as long as he used to. Abigail suspected he was thinking about what had happened when they made love. Their relationship was not what it once was. The experience they shared should have made them stronger, but not talking about it was pushing them apart. It became easier for Jack to have a wank using his memories of Jay thrusting his big black cock into Abigail's cunt. The thing he thought about the most was Abigail waking Jay up by sucking him off. Not once since Abigail fucked Jay had she initiated sex with Jack. The memories and desires Abigail was repressing surfaced unbidden as erotic dreams. Almost nightly her mind had her being fucked by Jay. The dreams were vivid and were accompanied by the relevant physical reactions. Jack took advantage of the arousal brought on by her dreams whenever her could. Once or twice when she was still half in the dream, still half asleep, she screamed "Fuck me Jay, fuck me hard", much to Jack's pleasure. It wasn't just Jay Abigail was dreaming about though. Other dark skinned men she knew, and some she didn't, were appearing in her dreams. The few men her knickers had dropped for soon became an insignificant number compared to how man men fucked her in her dreams. Such was their clarity Abigail woke thinking she had been fucked in reality. One dream in particular worried her and the memory of it the next morning doubled down on her feelings of guilt. In her dream, Jay had brought a friend with him, equally well built and just as well endowed. Jay didn't bother to introduce his friend. He kissed Abigail and said "He's here to empty his balls into you, strip, lay down and open your legs." The other guy never said a word. She didn't know his name. She wanted to please Jay. The guy had no finesse. His cock slid deep into her. After a few minutes of lust and thrust he grunted, pulled out and left her alone with Jay. Jay and Abigail showered together, his hands soaping her pendulous tits. She was trying to wash away the gloopy cum dripping from her twat. Once dried off and in bed Jay began to fuck her slowly, his usual words of tenderness in her dreams had been replaced with derogatory comments. With each thrust there was a "You're a fucking slut, what are you whore?", "My friend paid me for your cunt, whore." or something else designed to make her feel like a worthless slut. Abigail woke up screaming. She told Jack about the dream. He tried to hide his erection.He knew from her sleeptalking that she had been dreaming about Jay but this was the first time she admitted it. "I need help Jack, I need to see a doctor". It was the first time she had acknowledged what had happened on new years eve since it happened. When she finally managed to get an appointment, it was with a doctor who took the time to listen. Abigail didn't go into detail but did tell him that something she had done which was against her nature and that she was struggling with it. She didn't was to medicate Abigail so prescribed counselling and massage therapy. It was arranged for alternate weeks. The first counselling session was harrowing for Abigail. Thinking about what she did was difficult enough, telling a stranger was almost impossibly hard. She left the counselor vowing not to return. The massage therapist came to her house. She was a matter of fact matronly woman. Abigail was embarrassed at being touched by a women, who was nothing if not professional. And so it went. Counselling got easier, Abigail learned coping mechanisms for her self disgust and by the last session had actually come to terms with what she did. Even Jack was benefitting, they were talking about that night. In bed Abigail was even telling him details of the hours when "As this becomeshe could only listen through the bedroom wall. The final massage session came. Covid caused a change of practioner. A dark skinned guy called Marc, who appeared to be in his late twenties, knocked on her door. There Abigail was wearing just a robe, inviting a good looking young man into her house. Thoughts of the pleasure Jay had given her came flooding back, accompanied by the physical reactions he had evoked. The massage therapist was every bit as professional as the woman he had replaced. He liked to start at the head and work down to the feet. All Abigail could think about while he was massaging her scalp was "I wonder if he ever gets hard when he is giving a woman a massage?" His loose fitting jogging bottoms were not giving her much of a clue as to whether he measured up to Jay. His firm but gentle hands kneaded the knots from her shoulders and back. More than once Abigail suppressed a sigh as his fingers worked their magic. Down her back he went, then down each leg in turn, Abigail was totally relaxed. "You can of course say no but some clients like a massage while they are laid on the back rather than being face down." Abigail turned over. He placed a towel across her groin, at first Abigail covered as much as she could of her breasts but then dropped her arms to her side..

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