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Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: It has happened to a lot of men. The astonishing discovery that they are married to a closet slut and the closet door has opened. It happened to Ben Jones and his wife Sharon. When Sharon came out of the slut closet, she wanted to experience it all and Ben was all too happy to help her. He enlisted his black friend, Cal, to help him?and her. Mind Games is a story within a story within a story. Lots of sex and mostly interracial sex. Black men willing and able to take a white woman all the way. Oral sex, anal sex, one on one sex, and two on one with an occasional orgy. Who could want more?
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/Black Stud,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [133 KB]
Reading time: 92-129 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
"I'm as horny as a goat with three horns," Calvin Willis said to his buddy, Arnold Stevens. The three of us were on a break. I'm Bennett Jones or usually just Ben to family and friends. Calvin, Arnie, and I all work in the same factory. We make toilet paper. All three of us went to high school together, played football and chased the same girls. Some called us the Three Musketeers; others called us the Three Assholes and other unflattering names.
It's not terribly exciting work but it pays good. I'm a lead--man and inspector; inspector number sixty-four if it's important. As lead-man I make sure all positions on the assembly line are staffed and as inspector I randomly take a roll of paper from the conveyor belt and check it to make sure it's perforated correctly. Arnie and Calvin work in the packaging department. Since I'm the only inspector on the shift, when I take a break everyone on the line takes a break. I don't smoke, but Cal and Arnie do, so I try to keep that in mind. That was what the three of us were doing that night. Actually, it was three o'clock in the morning. Making ass-wipe is a twenty-four/seven job.
"What do you expect from me, Cal?" Arnie asked. "A hand job?"
"Naw, just the loan of your wife for a few hours," Cal said.
"Okay, suits me," Arnie said. "More than likely she's shacked up with some stud right now."
"You knew she was a nymphomaniac so why did you marry her?" Cal asked.
"She gave me the best sex I ever had," Arnie said with a laugh. "Hell, I knew there was no way in hell I could keep her satisfied. So she gets some strange cock. You can't wear a pussy out and she's always ready for me so I can't complain."
"Did you ever watch her getting laid?" Cal asked. I eased a little closer so I could hear them better.
"Sure, a few times," Arnie said. "Watching Kate getting fucked is always a turn-on for me. Guaranteed boner every time."
"Any guys you know?" Cal asked.
"Yeah, I know most of them. The one she really likes is our next-door neighbor. He's a big black dude with a constant hard-on. He has to be careful because his wife would cut his dick off if she suspected he was fucking Kate. They've managed to get together only a few times."
"I ain't married, but damned if I can figure out how you can let your wife fuck around on you like that. Especially with a nigger," Cal said shaking his head. That was funny because Cal was as black as the ace of spades. "Still I'd like to rent her sometime."
"Can't rent Kate to you," Arnie said. "She won't let me charge for her ass. I told her we should make a few bucks out of it, but she said she don't want to lose her amateur status. Kate maintains she's not a whore, just a slut. Shit, Cal, if you were married to a hot-blooded woman like Kate you'd welcome some fucking help." He laughed and added, "At least you'd welcome some help fucking."
"Tell her I'd sure like some of her pussy," Cal said. "Hell, I'd settle for watching her get a good fucking from your neighbor. Could you set that up sometime?"
"I guess so," Arnie said. "I didn't know you liked to watch, Cal."
"I do like to watch and I ain't ever seen a brother fuck a white woman," Calvin said. "How about you, Ben? You ever see a nigger fuck a white woman?" I didn't tell him that I didn't appreciate him using the word nigger. I'd already told him ten thousand times and it hadn't done a bit of good.
"Break's over," I told them not bothering to answer Cal. The truth of the matter was I hadn't ever watched anybody fucking. Not live, anyway. I have seen a few porn films.
I tried to get my wife Sharon interested in watching some porn with me but she refused. We have been married for almost fifteen years and there wasn't much in the way of sex we haven't tried. Sharon is a whirlwind in bed but a real prude everywhere else.
Sharon is thirty-three and dressed like a woman twice her age. She seldom uses make-up and frankly doesn't need much. She wears bulky clothes even in the summer to hide her lush figure. When I say lush I mean LUSH. Thirty-eight D breasts on an hourglass frame.
Her tits sag a bit from the massive weight of them, but not so much as to distract from their beauty. Her nipples are large and very sensitive. Sometimes I can get her off by playing with her nips.
It took me a long time to get her to try oral sex but once we did it, she was hooked. She loves to eat and be eaten. In fact with my limited experience, I had found no other woman who loved to suck cock as much as Sharon. She could get herself off sucking on my cock.
So why did Arnie's comments bother me so much? I don't know, but they did. I tried to picture Sharon with a big cock in her snatch. I pictured her in my mind's eye getting a royal fucking while I watched. While that was strange enough what was stranger still was the fact I had no trouble imagining her in that scenario. The mental image of my wife being slammed fucked by strangers came easily. I finished my shift with half my mind on toilet paper and the other half thinking about my wife and the men that serviced her.
I arrived at our apartment my mind still whirling and with a hard-on so hard I was certain a cat couldn't scratch it.
As usual Sharon was up when I came in. Since I had been working the midnight shift we usually had a meal together and talked a while before she left to her job and I went to bed. Sharon is a PA at the local hospital. That is a person who is a physician's assistant. A lot more than a nurse but not quite a doctor. We both make good money so most of the time we went out for the evening meal or got take-out. Then it was home and back into bed for a romp before I left for work.
That morning I didn't have food on my mind. I desperately needed to fuck. I kissed her hello while maneuvering her to the bedroom. I literally tore her bathrobe from her and I ripped the oversized tee shirt from her beautiful body. Luckily Sharon warmed-up fast and she did that morning. She was wet when I shoved my cock in her and she came quickly. It was a good thing because I didn't last very long. I erupted in her and lo and behold, I didn't get soft. I stayed hard and I fucked her again.
"I don't know what got into you, boy," Sharon said from the bathroom. She was running her shower. "But whatever it was I liked it even if it is making me late for work. Care to talk about it?"
"Not right now," I said. "Maybe later when you get home from the office." I had no intention of telling my beautiful loving wife I got aroused because I was thinking of her getting fucked by other men. No sir! That would not do at all.
I had some dreams that were damned near wet dreams. Just before I woke-up I was dreaming Kate was on her hands and knees and a big black man was dog-fucking her. Her big tits were gyrating wildly as he rammed his cock in and out of her cunt. I woke up just as he pulled his long thick black-as-midnight cock out and came all over her back.
I was as breathless as if I had just run a marathon. I couldn't help myself. I jacked-off and caught my sperm in my tee shirt. I showered and shaved and by the time Sharon got home I was cooled down to some degree.