Down the street from the Najjars, John Matthews awkwardly made his way home. His erection made it hard to walk any faster and even walking was hard to do properly. His penis leaked precum as he pictured his wife Tiffany in the arms of a big black man, just the way he had just seen Jamilah.

Across the road, ahead of John, a stunningly beautiful woman in her early twenties jogged down the sidewalk. Her long wavy blonde hair lightly whisked through the air as she made her way in John's direction. The soft skin of her big breasts jiggled out of the generous cleavage of her snug gym top, which slightly bounced up and down as she jogged. A top that also did very little to hide her perky nipples that pushed out the thin fabric. The woman's exposed skin, her deep cleavage, and her flat tummy glistened with a thin layer of sweat, as did her silky smooth legs. Her matching gym bottom clung to her hips and bubble-shaped butt like a second skin. If there ever was a spitting image of a real-life Barbie, that would be her, Nikki Johanson.

As the ever so happy-go-lucky Nikki came up to the intersection, she stopped and held up her camera. Smiling, she looked into it and snapped off a selfie, which she would later post on her popular Instagram page. Over the past two years, she had become quite the Instagram sensation with almost five million followers.

It had just been a couple of months since she had moved to Valley County, where she had leased a house from a family who had been staying abroad.

On the other sidewalk, John’s brisk walk home came to a crawl when he noticed Nikki. An effect she had on most men.

"Hi, John!" Nikki waved at one of her friendly neighbors who had really made her feel at in the community of Valley County.

John, who was already hard and aroused from thinking of his wife and having just left the Najjars where he had seen Jamilah with a black man, found himself even closer to cumming when he saw Nikki, and what she was wearing. He found himself mesmerized by her beauty and her sexy body. The way her tight butt and big breasts bounced when she jogged over was something out of this world. It made John almost forgot to breathe.

Though too speechless to say hi, John did manage to put his hand up and wave to her.

“Hi.” Nikki smiled and, having already run a couple of miles, huffed a little when she came over to John.

“Ehm…” John couldn’t help but glance down at her beautiful and half sweaty body.

Nikki smiled to herself when she saw the way John was looking at her. She loved when men ogled her body.

“Hi… hi Nikki.” John finally managed to make eye contact.

“You... been playing?” Nikki exhaled and took in some air, as she looked down and to the side.

"Eh…" John tried to follow her glance but got stuck in her amazing cleavage. Her breasts looked so big and perfect tucked away underneath her tight top. John's penis was absolutely leaking precum as he took a deep breath.

“Oh, ehm, yeah tennis.” John just barely managed to say as he glanced down at his tennis racket, though his eyes kept going up to her chest.

“Cool, I’ve been meaning to try out the court.” Nikki reached behind her back, bent her knee and took a hold of her right foot.

"Well… I would be more than happy to show you around if you'd like." John watched on intently as Nikki did some stretches.

“Oh, that’s so nice of you.” Nikki parted her legs and bent forward just in front of John’s crotch.

John gulped at the sight of Nikki bent over like that. His eyes moved down her straight back to her shapely hips and butt. He started breathing slightly faster as he recalled the photo she had posted on her Instagram not long ago in that same position. Thought that time she had been naked and there had been a big muscular and sweaty black man behind her.

“Ah… ah ahhh.” Seeing Nikki like that, and just in front of him, was too much for John. He tried to keep in his small grunts as much as possible as he came in his shorts. His small spurts quickly formed a wet and damp spot on the front of his shorts.

Nikki was still bent over when she heard John’s soft grunts. She smiled to herself when she did. It was something she had heard and seen many times before. Glancing up, she could even see the damp spot on John’s shorts.

“Mm.” Nikki closed her eyes, raised herself up, put her hands and arms up in the air and stretched. She didn’t want to make John feel too embarrassed by looking at him just as he had come.

Having had closed his eyes during the awkward moment, John opened his eyes, breathing slightly heavier, to find the beautiful sight of Nikki arching herself up towards the sky.

Wow… Feeling emotional after having come, John was once again struck by her beauty.

Nikki, having waited a moment to open her eyes, finally did, and relaxed from her stretch. As she looked at John, she found him looking at her in sweet awe whilst also softly panting. Though as he saw her, his expression quickly turned to one of surprise and embarrassment.

“Well, have to get back to my exercise. See you around, John, and say hi to Tiffany for me.” Nikki smiled as she jogged off to the side of John.

“I… yes… bye…” John sighed as he watched her perfect behind when she jogged away down the sidewalk. Though suddenly he was overcome with a sense of embarrassment when he felt the dampness in his shorts and realized that he had just come right in front of her.

Oh… John looked around a bit awkwardly to see if anyone had seen him with Nikki. He knew that he must have made quite the face when he came. Not seeing anyone around, he quickly turned the corner and continued down the sidewalk towards his house.

Less than a minute later he walked up to 23 Pelican Lane, his white picket fence. It was a large and beautiful classic two-story wood and brick home. The light grey wooden panels of the house and the Vienna chateau color of the bricks really brought out the exclusive nature of the exterior. In the twin driveway, John's silver Mercedes Maybach S600 was parked next to his wife's BMW 6 series convertible.

Even though he had just climaxed in his tennis shorts, John was still in a hurry to get home to his wife. An idea had popped into his head on his way home which made him even more eager to get home. Even to the point that he considered jumping over the wooden white picket fence stand stood in front of his house. Though at the last second he realized that he would probably end up hurting himself if he tried jumping it, so he made his way down the sidewalk to the open gate.

Just as he walked through the open gate, and up the stone tiled pathway to his house, a car passed behind him on the street. Turning around he recognized the car. A convertible belonging to one of his niece’s friend’s, a rather talented track and field runner at the Valley College, where his niece also attended. Though John had only met the young black man once, he had made sure to remember his name, Tyrel Wilson.

His father's advice still ringed in his hears from when he was a teenager. John had come home and found his father in the kitchen making one of his extravagant meals. His father, George, a renowned cook, always made one of his special dinners when he had forgotten something that he and John's mother Louise had planned. Though it didn't happen very often, it did happen once in a while, something John had caught onto.

Though as John walked up to the kitchen he noticed that his father was making steak, something he knew that his mother didn’t really enjoy, which he found rather strange.

“Don’t think that’s one of mom’s favorites,” John had said jokingly as he had walked up to his dad in the kitchen.

“Oh…” George Matthews was extra focused and hadn’t noticed his son coming home.

"Hey, son, it's not for your mother." George looked up and at the same time whisked some spices across the steak with his chef's brush.

“Oh.” John looked surprised.

“Some advice for you, son.” George flipped the steak as he looked over at his son.

"If you meet a black man, especially when you're out with your girlfriend, or in the future, your wife, make sure that you remember his name. I accidentally forgot the name of the man your mother met on our date night earlier." George glanced over at the stairs leading up to the second floor where he and his wife's bedroom was.

"Oh." John knew that his parents usually went out together on Wednesday, and often came home with company, and spent the remainder of the evening in their bedroom.

As John walked across the hall to his room, he figured that his father was most likely making the meal for the black man that was upstairs with his wife, John’s mother. From that day on, John had always made a point of remembering the names of all the black men and women he met.

Over on the driveway, Tyrel pulled up his car behind John’s Maybach.

John could see his niece Becca sitting in the passenger seat, though she wasn't alone in the seat. She was sitting on the lap of another young black man that John didn't recognize.

Wanting to be as hospitable as possible, John walked over to Tyrel’s car to greet them.

"Oh hey, Mr. Matthews." Tyrel looked over and saw John coming over as he got out of the car.

"Good to see you, Tyrel," John said politely and shook the young man's hand. Though he still felt a bit awkward about the last time he met him.

John had gone downstairs to get a drink and something to eat when he found Tyrell standing bare-chested behind the kitchen counter. Thinking that he was just getting something to drink himself, John had casually walked around the counter, and that's when he saw his eighteen-year-old niece on her knees, naked, her perky breasts pointing towards Tyrel as she worshipped his weighty black cock. Becca had leaned her head down and to the side as she slowly and passionately sucked on the tip of his meaty manhood as it hung down between his legs.

John had, of course, apologized before leaving the two in the kitchen and heading back upstairs. Even though he had felt really bad, his small penis had gotten quite the jolt and had stood straight up.

"Hey, uncle John." Becca came around the front side of Tyrel's car in a springful fashion, smiling and laughing. Her breasts bounced up and down underneath her snug white top. Knowing that she was going to meet Tyrel and Damon, one of Tyrel's best friends, she had worn her favorite lace bra, though it had quickly come off in the car when she was on Damon's lap. Her nipples had gotten hard the moment she felt Damon's strong hands under her top, gently squeezing her soft breasts.

John looked over at his cheerful niece and the young black man who followed tightly behind her. The guy appeared to be in the same shape as Tyrel, though maybe a bit bigger.

"Hi, Becca." John smiled. He rather enjoyed having his niece staying at the house. She reminded him of his own daughter Sarah who was off in college in another state.

“We’re just going to go up to my room. Tyrel and Damon are going to help me study.”

Becca smiled as Damon wrapped his arm around her from behind. His hand ran across the small crevice of naked skin between her low cut jeans shorts and the fabric of her white top.

“Oh yes, we’re gonna study alright.” Damon smiled as he kissed Becca’s neck which made her gasp out a soft moan.

“Mmm.” Becca leaned her head back slightly, enjoying his kiss.

"Well, it was nice seeing you again, Mr. Matthews," Tyrel said, having a hard time keeping his eyes off of Becca. His twelve-inch black cock was already rock hard in his pants.

Even though Becca had been in Damon’s lap on the way over, making out with him, she had reached over with her left hand and rubbed Tyrel’s crotch, on the outside of his pants.

“Good to see you again, Tyrel.” John put up his hand to wave, but Tyrel had already walked off with Becca and his friend Damon.

By Tyrel’s car, John watched them disappear into the house. His niece Becca walking between them. Her arms around their waists. She would turn her head to look up at Tyrel and then at Damon. Her eyes filled with lust.

As the front door closed, John took a few moments out by Tyrel's car. He didn't want to awkwardly walk in right after them. Standing there he looked over at Tyrel's convertible and in the front passenger seat he noticed a white lace bra lying there. He had, in fact, noticed that his niece's chest had jiggled a bit extra when she had come around the car. Now he knew why.

Having had waited a few moments more, John walked over and carefully opened the door to his house, not wanting to disturb Tyrel, his niece and Tyrel's friend in case they were still downstairs. Hearing a few noises from upstairs, it appeared that they were up in Becca's room.

Walking passed the newly decorated living room, a room which his wife Tiffany had decorated after having finished her interior designer course, he got to the kitchen where he saw her. The reason why he had hurried home. Out in the backyard, completely naked, laid his ten years younger wife Tiffany, who he had met a few years ago after his divorce from his ex-wife Karen.

Tiffany was out there sunbathing. Her wavy, golden blonde hair laid down her back, her firm bubble shaped butt stuck up in the air as she laid on her frontside reading a magazine.

John gulped at the sight of her. His eyes wandered alongside her amazing body. His limp penis even started to grow where it laid pressed up against the wetness of his cum soaked underwear.

His mind started to wander. Suddenly Tyrel and Damon appeared out there next to his wife. They were both naked as well, their big black cocks standing straight out. Tiffany looked up behind at the two of them with sheer lust. With her sexy eyes on the two black guys and a naughty smile on her lips, she reached back with both hands, placed them on her firm buttocks and spread her cheeks.

John knew exactly what his wife wanted as Tyrel got up behind her and lowered himself down on top of her. She loved to take it in her butt. It was something John had quickly learned about his wife. She just had to have the black man take her in her tight butthole.

Once more, John gasped when he imagined Tyrel easing his thick black cock into Tiffany’s tight butthole, whilst Tiffany moaned out in sheer pleasure.

Suddenly from upstairs, John got snapped out of his fantasy by the faint sound of a bedframe lightly hitting against the wall. With that, and after getting one more eyeful of his beautiful wife, John walked across the kitchen into his study.

“Now where did I put it?”

He looked around for a second until he nodded his head, and went over to his desk and sat down. In front of his mouse pad, next to an ornate lamp, stood a small and old globe from the seventeenth century, depicting the planet. Under the globe was where he kept a few hidden notes that he wanted to keep secret from his wife, like the note with the telephone number he reached for.

As he did, John nudged against the computer mouse, and his screen saver came up on his monitor.

It was a series of pictures from a recent trip abroad. The first one showed him and Tiffany, with their arms around each other's hips, smiling into the camera. John sported a pair of shorts and a half red half brown tan. Tiffany had on a bikini that could only be described as minimalistic at best, and a much better tan than her husband's. In the next image, John had been replaced, and Tiffany stood in the middle of two handsome and rather muscular black men, who wore shorts that looked like they were stuffed with huge bananas. Though she wore sunglasses, Tiffany's facial expression in the photo really exuded excitement. In the next slide, Tiffany was on her knees in the sand, her top was off, her naked and lusciously perky breasts were out in the open, as where the two black men's lengthy cocks. Tiffany was holding them in her hands whilst she smiled like never before into the camera. From there on the pictures got sexier and sexier, ending with a close-up shot of Tiffany's joyous face covered with big wads of cum.

"Okay, let's see…" John took out his cell phone and held up the note with the phone number.

“Hmm.” How should I start? John stood up from his chair and walked over to the window where he could partly see his wife sunbathing.

Wow… So beautiful… He watched her just as she turned over. Her soft and perky breasts jiggled slightly as she laid down on her back.

“Ohh.” John couldn’t help himself when he saw his wife like that. Reaching down, he pulled down his shorts around his ankles and quickly his right hand found its way to his small erection. Leaning up against the glass window with his free hand, and slowly stroked as once again his mind wandered. There he saw a big black man lay down on top of his wife, grabbing her breasts with both of his strong hands and squeezing them as he plunged his fat cock inside her shaved pussy.

"O ohhh…" John's eyes closed and a gasp of pleasure was heard from his lips. At the same time, a single stream of cum spurted out from the tip of his penis and splashed against the window, followed by several small droplets of semen splashing against the floor between his feet.

“Ohhh.” John exhaled with a smile as his loving eyes once more rested on his beautiful wife who laid out there in the sun.

God, I love her so much… John smiled to himself feeling extra emotional after having just climaxed. He felt like he wanted to do something special for her, and that’s when he felt the note in his hand.

Oh right… John looked up at the note with the number in his hand. He was going to call Richard Williams, a black man in his late thirties that he and Tiffany had met when they were having dinner at the fashionable restaurant Tildas.

Or rather, Tiffany had joined him at his table where they had passionately made out. John had remained at the other table and watched as Tiffany sensually undressed and had dinner with him. That was the thing with Tildas, their specialty of sorts. Women were encouraged to take their clothes off completely when they dined with a black man, something that had started to catch on amongst the finer restaurants in town.

Over the course of their dinner, Tiffany would stand up and lean over the table to kiss Richard. Each time she bent over like that, she also put her hands down on the table and remained still for a moment. She wanted to give Richard a chance to reach over and feel her soft and shapely breasts as they hung down so perfectly towards the table.

“Ehm. Hello, Mr. Williams. This is John Matthews, you probably don’t remember me, but we met the other day at Tildas.”

John stood there with his shorts still down around his ankles, his small and now limp penis hanging down, as he started to practice how he thought that he would begin the conversation with Mr. Williams...

Over on Pine Lane, Bill Paulson tried to look past the bushes that obstructed his view of his driveway as he crossed the road to his own sidewalk. He wanted to see if his wife Christine's car was in the driveway. Though he didn't really expect her to be home, being the prominent doctor that she was, working at the exclusive Valley County Hospital.

As he walked up to the sidewalk, Bill heard a door open. It was his neighbor, David Hennings.

"Hey, Bill. Who won this time?" David, a twenty-seven-year-old financial advisor, walked up to his mailbox where he saw his neighbor in his tennis outfit.

"Hey. Well, I did of course. " Bill smiled jokingly. He and Christine had taken quite a liking to the new couple who had moved in next door just a little over a year ago.

"How's little Patrick by the way?" Bill asked about his neighbor's six months old.

“Oh, he’s perfect. He’s started to crawl around. Almost having trouble keeping up with him.” David smiled proudly.

“Oh hey, that reminds me.” David just remembered that his parents were coming over on Tuesday to pick up Patrick. His son was going to spend a few days with his grandparents.

“We still on for that dinner date on Wednesday?” David looked over at his new friend whilst he also checked his mailbox, something that put a smile on his face when he noticed that he had just received the premiere issue of Wimp Magazine.

The singular titled, Wimp, was a brand new magazine aimed to compete with the much older and widely popular Cuck Magazine. A lot of people in the publishing world had instantly written off the young start-up company that had put out an idea for a new magazine to compete with the giant that was Cuck Magazine. However, as the launch of the new magazine drew closer, and press copies of the first issue had gone out, many media channels had turned around and now viewed Wimp Magazine as a real contender.

"Of course, Christine and I are looking forward to it." Bill smiled. David and his wife Linda had invited the two of them over for dinner for the past couple of months, where David had prepared some amazing dishes.

As David picked up the magazine from the mailbox, he instantly felt a twitch in his underwear.

Wow…

The cover of the magazine featured the black heavyweight champion, Dwayne Fulson, with his foot on top of the stomach of the recently defeated contender, Rasmus Ingolfsson, a boxer from Iceland, who laid down on his back. On the sides of Dwayne stood Rasmus's wife Sigrún, and his nineteen-year-old daughter Jóhanna. The blonde Icelandic women were both topless and had their breasts pressed up against the muscular arms of Dwayne. Sigrún's lustful eyes were focused on the strong black man who had defeated her husband, who laid there beneath them, with his small and limp on top of his thigh. Jóhanna's eyes, on the other hand, were locked on the massive bulge in Dwayne's boxing shorts.

I hope… David couldn’t wait to read the article.

“Is that, that new magazine…” Bill who had been a longtime subscriber to Cuck Magazine had decided not to buy the new magazine in order to support the old magazine that he was a huge fan of. Though the minute he saw the cover, he knew that he was going to go out and buy a copy.

“Wimp, yes.” David had gotten lost in the cover for a moment, his small penis, now erect in his underwear, realized that he was still out in front of his house, talking to his neighbor.

Both men stood there awkwardly for a moment.

"Ehm, well I best get home, I was going to call Christine," Bill said as he stole another glimpse of the cover of David's magazine.

“Okay, well… See you on Wednesday.” David felt his penis straining against the insides of his underwear as his eyes were also on the cover of the magazine.

“See you.” Bill nodded to his neighbor, turned and walked down the sidewalk towards his own house.

Wow, should really have preordered a copy of that magazine. I mean, I can support them both… Bill thought to himself regretting his decision not to pick up the new magazine.

In the next house over, David felt an urge to reach into his pants as soon as he closed the front door.

“David…” He suddenly heard his wife’s voice from outside, in the backyard.

Looking up, he walked through the house. “Coming, sweetheart.”

When he walked out through the sliding glass doors at the back of the house and was met with the mesmerizing sight of his wife, the fact that he was still holding the magazine completely left his mind.

David looked over where his beautiful wife sat under the garden parasol to protect their son from the sunrays. There she sat and nursed their black baby boy in her arms. His small fingers trying to grab her voluptuous breasts whilst he sucked milk out of her big nipples.

David smiled when he reminisced about the cruise he had surprised his wife with little over a year and a half ago. Back then they had been talking about having a child for a while, and knowing how much Linda wanted to have a child with a black man first, just like her mother Mary, David had booked a Kuacha cruise for Linda's birthday.

Kuacha was an old African breeding tradition, and the joy David saw in Linda’s eyes when they stood in front of the large cruise liner and she realized what kind of trip it was going to be, was something David has never forgotten.

The Kuacha itself began on their second night aboard the large ship. It started like a theater act, something David had been rehearsing for the previous night. As Linda laid naked in bed, David stood naked amongst a group of seven equally naked black men.

David remembered how nervous he was when he stepped in front of the group of black men. He wanted everything to be perfect and hoped that he wouldn’t forget anything.

“I beseech thee, mighty black men, would thee bed my loving bride and make her with child. My limp manhood is not up to the task.” David looked over with hopeful eyes at the black men.

After a few small grins, one of the black men spoke.

“Weak man, we shall grant you your wish and put a strong black baby in your woman’s belly.”

“Thank you.” David lowered his head to thank the black men as they all went over to the bed where Linda lustfully waited.

David then took his seat and watched as the strong black men took turns with Linda. Each of them filled her pussy with so much cum that it overflowed, at which times David was called over to perform the husband’s duty. During the Kuacha, black men’s cum was sacred, and none must be spilled, so David would lick and swallow any semen that leaked from his wife’s pussy.

“Was there any mail for me, honey?” Linda looked over at her husband, hoping that there might have been a letter for her. She had applied for a membership at the exclusive women’s club, Housewives of Valley County.

“Oh… ehm.” David snapped out of his daydream.

Hehe… Linda smiled to herself. She could see the dreamy and proud look in her loving husband’s eyes. The day she gave birth to Patrick had been one of the best days in both of their lives. The love she saw in David’s eyes when he held their black baby boy in his arms had only been matched by the proud look when he got to sign the adoption papers that had been drawn up in advance since they knew that they were going to have a black baby.

“I’m afraid not.” David felt a little bad since he had gotten such a nice surprise in the mail, and not his wife. He knew how eager his wife was to join the prestigious women’s club.

"Oh, you sure?" Linda asked though she knew her husband hadn't accidentally missed it.

“Yeah, but I’m sure it’ll come.” David smiled as he walked over and sat down next to his wife and son. He smiled as he gently patted his son on his head.

Linda nodded. She had really hoped that a letter would have arrived today, though she lit up when she remembered the call she had just gotten.

"Oh right. Honey, do you mind caring for little Patrick this evening? Denise just called and invited me over later. She met this gorgeous black man earlier today when she was out having brunch with Ken," Linda said with a smile.

Denise and Ken were their neighbors and lived just on the other side of the tall green bush that stood between their backyards.

"And she told me that he was coming over to them later today and that he was bringing a friend. And she thought that I might be interested in meeting his friend." Linda looked at her husband.

“Oh, sure, I don’t mind.” David could tell how excited his wife was about meeting the black man.

"Oh thank you, hon." Linda noticed that baby Patrick had fallen asleep and gently handed him to her husband. As she did she gave her husband and a small thank you kiss on his forehead.

"I think I'm going to see if I can find something nice to wear." Linda smiled, stood up and swiftly walked into the house.

Wow… David watched his wife's bikini-clad and curvy behind sway as she walked, and her amazingly naked breasts bounce on her way inside.

"Well, guess it's just going to be us, men, this evening." David caringly looked down at his sleepy son.

A house over, Bill had just picked up his phone and dialed his wife Christine. As the facetime call went through, there were a couple of crackling noises and a shot of what appeared to be a ceiling.

Christine Paulson had answered her husband's phone call whilst lying naked on a couch in her office. The beautiful doctor of Chinese heritage struggled to focus her phone, since on top of her, with one knee on each side of her chest, a big black man leaned over her, intensely stroking his huge erection, aiming it down at her already cum splashed face.

“Hi…” Christine gasped and paused her conversation with her husband as she opened her mouth and put her tongue out. She didn’t want to miss a single drop of the black man’s sperm in case that he would come.

“Honey…” She gasped out whilst taking another breath.

“...” Bill was stunned by what he saw on the screen on his phone. He knew how much his wife loved it when black men came on her face. She just couldn’t get enough of it. Bill felt his small penis grow inside of his shorts and was so mesmerized that he struggled to even say hello.

"H… hi." Bill managed to finally say as he took a big gulp. His tongue unconsciously ran across his lips as he imagined running it across his wife's wet cheek. It had always been something he considered a husbandly duty, to help clean his beautiful wife's face after a black man had emptied his huge nut sack on her. Often she would also kiss him with a mouth full of cum.

“Should… should I call back later?” Bill asked politely as his hand had instinctively made its way down into his shorts.

“No, that’s okay… we were…” Christine was interrupted by a huge stream of semen flying across and splashing against her face.

“Oh yess!” Christine reached away with the phone and completely focused on the handsome black man’s cock that was erupting.

“Ohghhh!” The black man groaned as several mighty wads of thick cum shot out of the tip of his cock soaking the gorgeous woman’s face under him.

"Wow…" Bill inadvertently grunted out when he saw his wife get sprayed. Almost hypnotized he watched as thick loads sloshed against her face until finally, his wife managed to move her head slightly to the left so she could catch the rest with her open mouth.

"Nghhh." Christine felt her pussy tingle as her mouth filled up with delicious cum, and shortly thereafter she exploded in an intense orgasm. At that moment she accidentally dropped her phone on the floor.

“Beep.” The sound of a call ending sounded on Bill’s phone.

“Ohh no…” Bill haplessly lowered his head as he stood there stroking his small penis when he realized that the call had ended. He had so wanted to continue watching. To see his loving wife take the black man’s cock into her mouth and suck it clean, which he knew that she probably would.

Though the urge to call up his wife again was strong, Bill knew that it wouldn’t be proper now that he knew that she was with a black man.

Even with the call ending a bit prematurely, Bill got such a dreamy look on his face as he put down his phone and walked through his house and outback.

Oh, Christine… He smiled to himself with his hand still down in his shorts, slowly stroking his small penis. He couldn’t help but feel so lucky to be married to such an amazing woman.

As he slid open the glass door to the backyard, he was met with a warm sun. Looking out across the pool and the green grass he exhaled with a real sense of satisfaction and happiness knowing that his wife was in the arms of a black man.

With joyous thoughts of his wife, Bill took his shirt off to go for a small swim in his pool. Though as he walked out onto the warm, almost scorching stone tiled path to the pool, he heard a woman’s loud moan.

Looking over in the direction of the moan, he realized that it came from the backyard of his neighbors, Harald, and Connie Nelson. Unable to resist the temptation to walk over and take a peek over the well-cut, four-foot tall grass bush that separated their backyards, Bill slowly walked over.

As he got closer, Bill saw the torso of a bare-chested black man over the grass bush. His back shone with sweat. The black man's head had his head slightly tilted upwards towards the sky as he appeared to be enjoying something.

As Bill got even closer, he could tell that the black man was moving his hips, and when he finally managed to peak over the four feet tall bush, he saw Connie Nelson, completely naked and down on all fours in front of the black man. The two were out in the grass on top of a blanket.

“Ohh god!” Bill heard Connie call out in pleasure as the black man took her from behind.

His neighbor Connie, who had recently turned fifty was quite the robust woman. With wide hips which the black man had gripped a hold in order to pound her even harder and a large fleshy butt, her lower body perfectly matched her plump belly and heavy breasts, that hung down and flopped back and forth with each of the man’s weighty thrusts.

“Ohh… your ughh ughh big ugh ughh cock feels so good in my butt!” A drop of sweat ran from her forehead and down her cheek, as Connie moaned. The heat from the sun coupled with the intense pleasure she felt made her perspire something profusely.

Bill gulped and felt his already stiff penis push against his shorts when he realized that the man was fucking Connie in her butt.

"Yeahh." The black man grunted with a small smile on his face when he looked down and saw three-fourths of his twelve-inch black cock plunge in and out of the woman's butthole.

Suddenly Bill heard a small noise from the back of his neighbor’s house. Glancing over, he noticed Harald sitting there in a lawn chair, buck naked, watching on intently as his wife took the black man’s huge phallus up her butt.

The fifty-year-old Harald had his arm reached down around his rather corpulent belly. His fingers wrapped around his meager penis, whose head barely poked out between his fingers as he stroked it.

“Uh uh uh uhhh uh uh!” Connie panted heavier and heavier. Sweat ran down her chest and dripped from the tip of her big nipples.

“Cor… Cornell… I… uh uh uh… I… need… uh uh… a break…” Connie mustered between her heavy gasps. After two orgasms, the intense and amazing pounding, along with the warmth of the sun, the heavy set woman was completely exhausted and needed a break.

Cornell, the forty-three-year-old black man, was horny and could have kept on going for some time, but the plea from the lovable Connie made him slow down. She was a woman he loved to meet up with. Always wanting her butt stretched, and he loved to oblige her.

Cornell looked down as he slowly, inch by inch, slid his cock out from Connie's tight hole. He loved this part. Seeing his lengthy twelve-inch black cock slide out from a woman's ass until it eventually popped out, leaving a gaping butthole, which slowly clasped together.

"Oh… thank you, Cornell… uh uh uh."

Connie tried to catch her breath as she turned over and rested on her big butt. Her body shined with sweat with drops running down her heavy and saggy breasts that laid down on top of her chubby belly.

“I’m sorry, I just uh uh uh… need a moment.”

Connie looked up at the handsome Cornell who stood above her. His big black cock stood straight out like a powerful spear. She couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for making him stop like that.

“That’s… okay. I could use a moment myself.” Cornell ran his arm over his forehead and dried off some sweat.

Though he was sweating, he didn’t really need a break, but he wanted to be polite and give Connie a chance to rest. Though looking down on her, seeing her naked and voluptuous body sure didn’t make it easy for him.

Connie had the kind of figure that Cornell absolutely loved. Completely natural. Curvacious and fleshy. An enormous butt with wide hips and a set of huge floppy breasts.

God damn… Cornell wanted nothing more than to get on top of her and go to town. But that wasn’t the type of guy that he was. He had always been the respectful kind of guy.

“Harald, could you give me uh uh uh… a bottle of water.” Connie looked over at her husband who sat naked over on the porch.

“Oh, yes of course, dear.” Harald stood up. As he did his big belly flopped down, almost covering and hiding his two and a half inch penis. Though just before heading into the house, he stopped and felt a bit bad for almost forgetting to ask if Cornell wanted something.

“Ehm, Cornell, would you like something as well?” Harald looked over at the bulky black man who towered over Connie.

Connie looked over at her loving husband and smiled to herself. She was so happy that she had found such a good man. So generous, polite and always so attentive. She knew that he loved her just as much as she loved him. Whilst her eyes rested on her husband, they wandered down to his crotch where another loving smile found its way to her lips when she saw his cute manhood.

Though she had only managed to feel her husband's small penis inside of her once, or maybe twice when they had tried some more adventurous positions. She loved when he got on top of her, and she would look up and see the goofy, but lovable expression he made when he came. Being the somewhat stumbling man that she had grown to love, there had also been the times in bed where her husband had thought that he had been inside of her and started making love to her, but in fact, he had slid his penis between her big wobbly belly. Though Connie didn't really mind. She loved him just the way he was.

"Sure, I'll take a bottle of water myself," Cornell said as Harald nodded and hurried inside the house.

With his big belly wobbling and his two and a half inch penis jutting up and down, Harald made his way over to the fridge.

Now, where did I put those bottles… Harald felt the cool breeze from the fridge as he looked around. He had bought some rather expensive bottles of water from Fjord, a Norwegian brand who was renowned for their excellent spring water.

Harald had caught their commercial one evening whilst browsing some channels.

The commercial had begun with a close up of a muscular black having a sip of the bottled water.

“Mhm, there’s nothing like the natural spring water from the mountains of Norway to ease your thirst.” The black man smiled as the camera zoomed out and showed a beautiful blonde Norwegian woman on her knees smiling up at the black man. The woman was topless and stroking the man’s huge black erection whilst slowly and sensually wiping her lips with her fingers.

Well, almost nothing else… A thought bubble formed above the woman’s head.

The camera then panned to the left and showed a scrawny white guy, who was obviously the woman’s husband, wearing only his underwear whilst looking over at his wife and the black man.

With a Norwegian accent, the man said: "I sure am glad I decided to pick up a few bottles of Fjord on the way home."

Right then Harald just knew that he had to order some bottles from Fjord.

“There they are.” Harald reached inside the fridge and took out two bottles of the Norwegian spring water. After removing the caps from the bottles, he made his way back out where he instantly paused in the doorway and gulped at the sight in front of him.

“Ngh ngh ngh.” Connie was still on her hands and knees, leaning back. Though Cornell had gotten on top of her, and now stood with one leg on each side of her chest. The sounds she made, though they were moans, sounded more like choking as Cornell’s cockhead reached further down her throat.

Just a moment ago, Cornell had looked at her with such lust and suddenly he had stepped over her and told her to open her mouth. Though she was still exhausted, seeing his thick black cock right in front of her face, Connie wanted nothing more than to feel its girth in her mouth.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Cornell had a horny smile on his face. He loved how absolutely stuffed Connie’s mouth looked as he slowly moved his hips forward, and pushed his big cock another inch down her throat, stretching her lips even further apart.

“Nghhh.” Connie’s eyes flew open. She wanted more of his lengthy black python down her throat, but she was choking.

“Mhmm.” Cornell could tell by the way Connie looked up at him that she needed him to pull out of her. With that, he slowly pulled his now slimy cock out from between her lips.

“Ahghh.” Connie gasped and coughed for air as Cornell’s thick manhood left her mouth. Though she hadn’t fully caught her breath, she glanced up at the handsome black man towering over her and gave him a smile.

Cornell couldn’t take his eyes off of Connie.

"God, you're so sexy." He looked down into her eyes and at her sweaty body.

Her lips shined extra with some spittle that dripped down onto her large soft pillows that were her breasts. With that, he just had to lean down and kiss her, which he did.

“Mhmm.” He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her with an intense lust.

"Oh ohh." Over by the patio, Harald gave out a few grunts.

Cum dripped from his penis and formed an inch wide puddle on the patio stones beneath him. He hadn't even touched himself since he held the bottles, one in each hand, and still, he had climaxed just from watching the amazing scene that had unfolded when he had come out from the house.

Over on the other side of the bush that separated the two houses, Bill watched on from behind a small lemon tree with his hand down in his short. He too was close to erupting when suddenly he heard a woman’s voice from behind him.

“So this is what you do when my sister isn’t around huh.”

Bill turned around and saw Christine’s sister May standing there with a small grin on her face, alongside her husband Ken who stood there with an awkward look on his face.

May Chen smiled where she stood in her fashionable outfit. Over the years the young twenty-six-year-old May had become quite the popular fashion designer in and around Valley County. She even ran her own successful business and had her very own brand of clothing, in "Mays".

The outfit she wore was from her upcoming summer collection, Yearning. The top she had on hugged her slim frame and exposed her large breasts through the deep u-shaped cleavage. The pants she wore had a bit more flow to them than most pants, inspired by the eighties.

May’s husband Ken stood there quietly next to her as always. He had always been the shy type, and it was quite obvious that May wore the pants in the relationship. Though quiet, he was a rather successful software engineer with his own company. He had even developed the popular video game “Black Mamba”, where you follow the tough black adventurer Mack Towns, who in the underworld is known as the Black Mamba.

“Oh… I… well…” Bill felt a bit embarrassed as he turned a little to the side trying to hide that he had his hand down in his shorts whilst at the same time taking it out, though he knew that both May and Ken knew what he had been doing.

As Bill turned, his eyes, as they always did, wandered down May's chest where he paused when he found her large breasts. He knew that she had gotten them done. Because, when he met her, her chest size had been similar to her sister's b-cups. Now, however, her chest looked amazingly ample, especially on her five foot and a hundred pound frame.

“Ehm.” Bill gulped awkwardly as he looked up and saw May looking at him.

“I’m afraid Christine isn’t here.” Bill tried not to glance down at May’s deep and revealing cleavage.

"Oh, I didn't expect her to be home," May said confidently with a smirk on her face. She knew that men couldn't keep their eyes off of her chest, and she loved every second of it.

“Oh?” Bill was a bit surprised. Could they have come to see him?

“No, I want to surprise her with a girl’s night out when she gets home. To celebrate the launch of my new clothing line. I’ve got the whole day… and night planned out.” May smiled.

“Oh,” Bill and Ken awkwardly looked at each other. They both knew what that meant.

“Well, let me show you inside.” Bill motioned over towards the front door.

“Ahhhh!” As the three of them walked around the corner, they suddenly heard a loud and manly grunt.

Over at the Nelsons, Darnell had just pulled out from Connie’s lusting lips and was absolutely erupting all over her.

“Uh uhh uhhh!” Darnell grunted as thick and chunky cum spewed out from the tip of his bulbous cockhead and splashed all over Connie’s face and breasts.

As she kept her mouth open and felt the hot cum hit her face and body, Connie felt another orgasm coming on.

“Ohhhhhh!” She moaned when the orgasm rushed over and through her body.

Across the bushes, in front of the Paulson household.

May looked over at her husband. “Mhm, you think that will be me tonight?” May smiled.

The ever so shy Ken nodded lightly and felt his small penis stiffen inside of his pants. His mind filled with thoughts of his beautiful wife in the arms of the several black men he knew that she would probably meet during her evening out with her sister.

After Bill had invited May and Ken inside, he asked if they wanted something to drink.

"I wouldn't mind a glass of that summer ice tea Christine always gets," May told him knowing that her sister probably had a few bottles in the fridge.

“Sure…” Bill looked over at Ken who thought for a second.

“A glass of water will be fine.” Ken gave Bill a polite nod.

“Back in a moment.” Bill walked out to the kitchen whilst May and Ken walked into the living room area.

“Oh Ken, you brought your camera right?” May looked over at her husband.

“Of course.” Ken patted the small camera bag he had hanging around his shoulder.

Ken considered himself somewhat of a professional amateur when it came to photography. He had even gotten a few of his pictures published. One of the pictures, the one he was most proud of, he had named “A Blossoming May”. The picture was of his wife at the exact moment of orgasm.

Ken fondly remembered that blissful evening when he took the picture. The evening he watched his beautiful wife on all fours, moaning, behind her a tall black man on his knees, plunging his thirteen-inch black cock in and out of her drenched pussy.

May had never looked more beautiful in Ken’s eyes than at that moment, the moment he took the photo.

Ken had sat there in front of them, naked with his camera. His penis hung limply down at the floor, under it, a small inch-wide puddle of cum. He never lasted very long when he saw his wife with a black man. With small shallow breaths he had held up his camera, and right then he could see the look of bliss form in his wife's eyes. He knew that this would be the shot.

A few months later the picture got published in Cuck Magazine.

"Good, because I think I want you to take a few photos of me in this new outfit. And then maybe a few topless ones. I might want to do some fun in and out of May's cloth sets on Instagram later." May looked around for a moment for a good spot for her husband to take a photo or two of her.

“Okay.” Ken eagerly reached down for his camera bag. He loved to photograph his wife, and when she mentioned that she might go topless for some of them, Ken felt his penis twitch in his pants.

Just as Ken took out his camera, Bill came into the living room holding a tray of glasses.

"Here we are." Bill put the tray down on the table in front of one of the sofas and picked up May and Ken's glasses. Reaching over the table, he handed May her glass. At the same time, he couldn't help but glance down her deep cleavage. His thoughts wandered to the picture May had posted a couple of days on her Instagram. It had been a closeup of her naked breasts with a big black man's cock pressed in between them.

“Thank you.” May smiled to herself when she again caught Bill glancing down at her breasts.

“Ehm, and here you go.” Bill gulped a little when he looked up and caught May looking at him. Awkwardly he looked over at Ken and handed him his glass of water.

“Thank you.” Ken put down his camera for a moment to get the glass.

Whilst she took a sip of her drink May turned and noticed a painting on the wall that she didn't recognize. She knew that her sister was somewhat of a collector of older Chinese works of arts.

“This one is new, isn’t it?” Looking back at Bill, May motioned at the painting.

“Oh, yes. We picked it up just a few days ago.” Bill had gone with Christine when she had picked it up at the Wimson Gallery.

“Christine had been eyeing it for some time now. It’s a one of a kind replica of the actual painting that hangs in the Palace Museum in the Forbidden City.” Bill referred to the ancient city in China.

“Ming Dynasty?” May only guessed, having no real interest in history, though she had heard her sister talking about that period in Chinese history often enough.

“Yes.” Bill was a bit surprised at May’s knowledge.

"It's a depiction of Emperor Jiajing's wife Xiaojie in the company of two black African traders…"

The painting showed a completely nude empress Xiaojie on her back in between the two black traders. One of the men was holding her legs open and had his lengthy black cock deep inside of her, whilst the Empress had the other black man's cock in her mouth," Bill told May and Ken about the painting.

“But if you looked up there, behind one of the pillars...” Bill walked over to the painting and pointed towards one of the pillars that held up the house that was depicted in the background.

"You can see Emperor Jiajing hiding and watching," Bill added.

“Oh.” May hadn’t noticed the figure in the background, but now she did. And if she wasn’t mistaken, it looked like the emperor had in hand inside of his robe.

“I guess we all know what he’s doing.” May smiled, glancing over at the guys. Especially at Ken.

“Heh.” Both men smiled awkwardly.

To be continued...