I awoke Saturday morning, slightly confused. It took me a moment to get my bearings.

I opened my eyes trying to figure out where I was, and how I got here. My head was resting on the muscular chest of a large back man. I was in my best friend's bed, naked, with her husband.

Okay, I remember. Slowly, it came back to me. I was Demarcus's birthday present last night. My vagina was sore from the abuse it endured at the mercy of this very large and well endowed black man.

That's right, at my best friend's request, and with the encouragement of my husband, I slept with Jen's husband, my neighbor. And did we ever fuck!

Demarcus was snoring softly, still asleep. I caressed his left nipple as I recalled my debauchery of the previous evening. He stirred slightly, and his left hand massaged my butt cheek.

It took us several minutes of cuddling before he uttered a sound.

"Christine, thank you. You can never tell Jen that I said this, but last night was the most beautiful, the most sensuous, and the most erotic night of my life."

I kissed his chest before answering, "You can never tell Tom this either, but I feel the same way. No one has ever fucked me the way you did. Shit, I will be walking funny for days. I feel like I have been riding a sandpaper hobby horse. I don't think my pussy will ever be the same."

I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It read 9:52 a.m. We had just over two hours until I was expected to return to my husband. In a very real sense, I felt like Cinderella at the ball. In just two brief hours, I would turn back into a pumpkin, so to speak.

I reached down, under the covers, and took his large flaccid penis in my hand. I felt it throb under my touch . I stroked him a few times and felt his cock thicken.

I pulled the covers back and lowered my head to Demarcus's crotch. 

Studying the large black penis, I said, "I cannot believe you got this huge penis inside me."

Demarcus smiled broadly, and said, "You took all of it. You had to work at it, but you took it all. You were so cute. You were so proud of yourself."

"I was. I was proud. I wanted to prove to you I could do it. Does Jen take this whole thing?"

"Yeah, usually. It sort of depends upon her time of the month. There are times when I can't 'bottom out', because she doesn't fully open up. But usually she can. But she is a much bigger woman than you are," Demarcus pointed out, referencing Jen's five foot ten inch stature versus my five foot four inch frame.

 I kissed the large, mushroom shaped, glans. It arched upward in response. I took the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, paying particular attention to the very distinct ridge that separated the glans from the veiny shaft.

In a matter of seconds, Demarcus was fully erect. I rolled over onto my back and beckoned him to mount me.

"Would you like a warm, wet place to put that?" I asked coyly.

Demarcus answered by climbing between my legs, and positioning the large head at my opening. Unlike my first coupling with this large, stiff, black snake, I was no longer fearful. I knew it would fit. I had been trained to accept this very large black guest into my vagina.

Although I was sore, my vagina was very wet. All the semen that he had pumped into me last night was still present, inside me, ready to lubricate the way for my one last encounter. I lay there, my heels near my butt, my knees separated, ready to accept my lover.

He grabbed the shaft and rubbed the head between my labia lips and over my clitoris, getting the glans wet from a combination of the spent semen that was seeping from me and my own female secretions. 

He positioned the head against my opening and slowly pressed into me with a slow, rhythmic rocking of his hips. He did not rush the process. Rather he slowly eased his way into my wet, dilated pussy. My vagina was still stretched out from the pounding it received the night before. He slid in without the struggle and resistance we had endured previously.

I wrapped my legs around his torso. After several in and out cycles, I felt his balls press against my upturned bottom, telling me I had all of him inside me. I felt full, but the pain was not present as it had been last night, the first time he entered me.

I wondered how Tom's normal sized cock would feel inside me now? Would I even feel my husband?

I placed my heels on Demarcus's butt to 'spur him on' while he fucked me. 

Demarcus was picking up the pace, slapping into me with a nice steady rhythm. I could feel the head of his erection deep inside me striking my g-spot.

Although I had climaxed multiple times within the past twelve hours, I was sufficiently aroused that it was possible I could cum again if Demarcus could keep this up. But it was going to take some work on both our parts for me to climax.

With my legs wrapped around him, I said, "Kiss me. I want to make love, not just fuck."

 Demarcus leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I sucked his tongue into my mouth as he teased the nipple of my left breast.

"You feel good inside me. You are hitting the exact right spot with the head. Aim high," I instructed.

We fucked like this for six or seven minutes. I could feel my arousal continue to build, but I couldn't quite get there. I was close, but my orgasm continued to evade me. 

Without disengaging, Demarcus rolled over on his back, pulling me on top of him straddling him. Being on top, I was now in control of our love making.

I looked over my shoulder and saw our image in the mirror over Jen's dresser. I could see his dark purple-black erection going in and out of me. It was a very sexy sight indeed. I looked good astride him.

I felt so naughty as I rode him like a porn star.

The milky white coating of the sperm he had previously pumped into me, and my own secretions, was quite noticeable on his dark shaft. It looked like someone had painted the dark purple-black shaft with a thin coating of cream.

I started rocking my hips faster, forcing the glans of his erection to strike my g-spot more firmly. I wanted to cum again, on his cock. My movements became more pronounced as my excitement grew. 

Demarcus then pulled me forward, forcing my breasts into his chest and began arching his hips, slapping his cock into me violently. I started to moan louder as I felt my orgasm building. I was so close.

I was humping back, meeting his thrusts, trying to get over the edge that seemed to be just out of reach. We were both panting and moaning. I was afraid he would climax before me, but I could not seem to get over the edge.

In one final act of desperation I hissed, "Touch my backside... please... touch me back there... please."

I could not bring myself to say what I wanted to say which was 'finger my ass'.

Immediately, Demarcus's right middle finger touched my tight sphincter. He pressed the tip inside my anus, only a fraction of an inch but that was enough. The anal stimulation thrust me over the edge.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," I hissed. His finger wedged deeper into my backside.

I bucked wildly as orgasmic wave after orgasmic wave quaked through me. I continued to hump against his thrusts and grind my clitoris against his shaft while he fingered my backside until I simply had to stop. I gave into the inevitable exhaustion.

I collapsed on his chest, panting, trying to catch my breath.

The sweat from my chest made my breasts feel slippery against his muscular pectoral muscles.

But Demarcus had not had his orgasm yet. He rolled me over on my back, never withdrawing from my vagina, and he began to fuck me slowly.

"Please cum inside me... I want you to cum for me... you made me cum so hard... it was wonderful," I panted.

As if on queue, he stiffened, drove himself as deep as he could, pinning me under him, and ejaculated.

I remember watching his face when he climaxed. His eyes sort of rolled back slightly and his lower lip quivering as his penis pulsed inside me. The expression on his face, and he throbbing of his large cock, left no doubt, my handsome, black lover was pumping me full of his sperm.

"That's it... good boy... give me every drop... cum inside me," I encouraged as I clenched and unclenched my vagina, milking his cock.

"Christine, that was wonderful. You are beyond words. You are the sexiest most sensuous women I have ever met. Thank you."

"No, thank you. You made me cum so hard. Thank you," I said, clenching my vagina again. I felt his erection pulse in response.

We lay there coupled together cuddling in post orgasmic bliss for some time. I think he even dosed off to sleep for a few minutes with his penis still inside me, heavy and firm. Upon waking from his brief nap, Demarcus started rocking his hips. I could feel him growing rigid again.

"Are you going to fuck me again?" I asked, not at all opposed to the idea.

"I think so."

"Take me, I'm yours. This one is for you. Don't worry about trying to make me cum. Just make love to me."

Which is exactly what he did. He fucked me slowly for about ten minutes before grunting and climaxing inside me one last time.

 I looked at the clock on the night stand. It read 10:37 a.m. 

 "It's midnight, Cinderella. It is time to turn back into a pumpkin. I need to get ready to go home," I quipped.

"Do you want to shower and clean up first?" Demarcus offered.

"No, I'll clean up when I get home. But I would appreciate a cup of coffee."

Demarcus withdrew from my swollen pussy and stood up. His magnificent penis swayed in front of him as he walked towards the bedroom door.

"I'll go make you some coffee and meet you on the patio downstairs, okay?"

"That sounds wonderful. But be sure to wash that finger before you make my coffee. You know, the one that you stuck up my backside. I really liked that. Thank you," I admitted. 

Demarcus smiled and said, "I could tell. You seemed to like it a lot."

"Yeah, it was just what the doctor ordered to push me over the edge. Thank you again."

I felt deeply conflicted as I sat on the back patio. I had borrowed Jen's robe. I was still naked underneath. Demarcus had made me a espresso. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts but remained bare chested. He had a marvelous physique. 

It was a few minutes after eleven. I realized that I was playing a role that while exciting and pleasurable, was not truly me. For the past eighteen hours, I pretended to be Demarcus's partner, his wife.

It was a fun fantasy, but it was rapidly coming to a close. In a matter of minutes, I would return to being whom I truly was, Tom's wife. I felt a combination of comfort and sadness in that realization. Demarcus had made me feel more desirable and sexy, and more alive than I had in years. Yet, I really had no desire to abandon my husband or my marriage. I belonged to Tom, and he belonged to me, of that I was sure.

"Demarcus, last night was wonderful. Thank you."

"No, thank you Christine. This was my best birthday ever."

I turned to look at him and said, "I will never forget being with you. It's going to be difficult just being neighbors now. Do you think we will ever be together like that again?"

"I think that depends upon you, Tom and Jen. There are four people involved here. It's not just up to me."

"Well, I am not prepared to sacrifice my marriage, or yours for that matter, but I do hope we get to enjoy each other again. It was a special night," I confided honestly.

"I hope so too. And I agree, there are four people involved here, and we cannot sacrifice anyone's marriage just because you and I connect," he agreed.

"I wonder how Jen and Tom made out last night?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.

"I am sure they had a great time as well. Jen may have taught Tom a few new tricks."

I started to ask what Demarcus meant by that, but decided not to.

I nodded and said, "I guess I better get dressed and get home."

I gathered up my clothing from the bedroom. Since I had given Demarcus my panties the previous evening as a memento, I decided that it made no sense to don my bra, or garter belt and stockings. I simply put on my red cocktail dress and remained naked underneath.

Demarcus zipped me up, and I gathered up my bra, stockings and garter belt. Demarcus walked me out his backdoor, across my driveway and together we snuck in through my backdoor that led us through the laundry room, into my kitchen.

Jen was coming around the corner as we entered the living area. She was dressed in her black and white sundress. Her hair was wet and pulled back into a pony tail, indicating she had recently stepped out of the shower.

I could hear the shower running in the master bedroom, indicating that Tom was still back there.

"How was your evening?" I asked, genuinely curious whether or not Jen had received even a fraction of the pleasure Demarcus had given me.

“It was wonderful. He was wonderful. God, we had a great time.” Jen was beaming. "How about you?"

I smiled and admitted, "Demarcus and I thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, too. So I take it Tom met your expectations?”

“Met them? He exceeded my wildest dreams. There are some things I can do with Tom that just don't work with Demarcus. I am crazy about your husband.” 

I thought about asking Jen exactly what she meant, but I decided to wait and ask Tom about his evening before getting her accounting of the evening. I felt a twinge of jealousy at the enthusiasm Jen was exuding over how wonderful my husband was, but I said nothing.

She turned to Demarcus and said, "Thank you for letting me do that. We really did have fun."

Demarcus took Jen's hand and said, “We need to get home and let these folks get on with their weekend.”

We said our final goodbyes, and thanked each other one last time. Demarcus kissed me on the cheek and Jen hugged me goodbye. As the door clicked shut, I turned and walked back into the master bathroom. 

Tom was drying off as I entered the bathroom. He stood there naked, his flaccid penis hanging down in front of him.

I immediately went to brush my teeth to eliminate the stale taste from my mouth. I thought to myself, a more experienced 'spouse swapping wife' would think to bring a tooth brush and some clean underwear with her on her overnight tryst. I wondered if I'd ever have the opportunity to use this newly found wisdom in the future?

After brushing my teeth and gargling, I turned to Tom and said, “How did it go? Did you and Jen have a nice evening? She seemed to be walking on cloud nine when she left moments ago. It appears you ‘did her some good’. I think you have a new member of your fan club.” 

I realized I was talking too much, perhaps out of nervousness, or perhaps out of jealousy. I decided to shut up and let Tom speak.

“We had a very nice time,” he said in a noncommittal tone. "And how was your evening with Demarcus?"

I took a second before answering. I wanted to be honest without making my husband feel threatened, or inferior.

"Let's take a bath together and we can each tell the other everything, okay?" I said as I bent down to fill our large, oversized, two person tub.

I turned my back towards my husband and said, "Would you unzip me?"

Tom unzipped my dress and it fell off my shoulders, leaving me completely naked. The fact that I was completely naked under the dress caught Tom by surprise. "Where are you bra and panties?"

"Well, I gave Demarcus my panties. He wanted them as a memento. My bra and stockings are on the bed."

While the tub continued to fill, I stepped into the shower, turned the warm water on, and squatted. While Tom watched intently, I held my labia open with my left hand and reached up inside myself to retrieve my diaphragm. A flood of semen flowed out of me, as I pulled the beige, latex barrier free. Large globs of Demarcus's sperm spilled onto the shower floor and ran down my legs.

I handed Tom the concave latex device and said, "Tom, please put this in my sink."

"My god, Christine, how much did he pump in you?" Tom said with astonishment.

"As you can see, quite a lot."

"Your pussy is all red and swollen. It looks absolutely raw."

Tom's penis was growing erect as he watched Demarcus's sperm continuing to seep out of my vagina and down my inner thighs.

"Tom, the man gave me a real workout. I'm pretty sore."

"Did you climax?"

I nodded sheepishly, and said, "Uh huh, I did, several times."

I directed the shower spray to rinse Demarcus's sperm from my legs and from the shower floor. Tom was now fully erect.

Looking at Tom's rigid penis, I asked, "Do I need to put the diaphragm back in place?"

"I think you better. And then tell me everything."

"Okay, I will. And then you tell me everything about your evening with Jen. Deal?"

Tom got a strange look on his face, which concerned me. He looked like there was something in his story that I might not like.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing... well, there might be something," Tom answered nervously.

"I turned the shower off. Nodded towards the tub, which was approaching being full, and said, "Turn off the water to the tub. Go clean my diaphragm and fill it with spermicidal jelly and bring it back to me. Then you can tell me your deep, dark secret."

Tom did as instructed, and returned the prepared diaphragm to me. I inserted it safely in place, preparing me to let my husband enter me, if the mood so moved us. But he had lost his erection.

We climbed in the tub together. I climbed between Tom's legs and I leaned my head back on Tom's chest, and placed his hands over my shoulders so they were cupping my breasts.

"Okay, big boy. Tell me what you and Jen did that I might not like," I commanded, trying not to sound too angry or jealous, despite the fact that I was a little of both.

“Okay, I guess I should just tell you," he said sheepishly.

"I think that would be for the best."

Tom's penis seemed to deflate further as he prepared to make his confession. After a moment's hesitation, he blurted out, "We had anal sex."

“Oh my god!” I screeched. My minded raced to the image of my husband fucking my best friend in the ass. “Did she put you in her backside? I can’t believe it. I guess I know what she meant when she said that she was able to do somethings with you she couldn't do with her husband, huh? So you fucked her backside?”

I understood Jen's comment from earlier. I knew that that monster cock Demarcus possessed would never fit into Jen's backside. So she used my husband's normal sized dick.

“We didn’t start out doing that. We had regular intercourse at first. And she really seemed to enjoy it.”

"So she climaxed from vaginal intercourse?" I was trying not to sound angry, but truthfully, I was jealous and angry that Tom had done something with my best friend that he had never done with me. We had tried anal sex a few times early in our marriage, but I found it far too painful and we never completed the act.

"Christine, please don't be mad."

"You are right. I did give you permission to enjoy each other any way you wanted. But I am a little jealous. So just answer my question, did she climax from regular intercourse?"

"Yes, many times. She has no trouble reaching an orgasm. She climaxed with my fingers inside her, she climaxed when I went down on her, and she came several times while we were making love."

I really did not like Tom using the term 'making love', despite the fact that within the past two hours I had told Demarcus to make love to me. I know I was being hypocritical, but I cold not help myself at the moment.

"Fucking. You two were fucking. You and I make love. You and Jen fucked," I corrected him sternly. Try as I might, I could not hide my irritation.

I know it was irrational to be mad or jealous. But honestly, many human emotions are just that, irrational. I was jealous. I was jealous that Jen had climaxed so easily with my husband, and I was jealous that she had taken him on a tour of her backside; something that I was unable to do.

I knew, while Jen was sharing this experience with Tom, Demarcus was stretching my pussy to its limits, making me cum harder than I ever have before. Yes, I know I had no right to be mad, or jealous. I knew that neither Tom, nor Jen, did anything wrong, at least they did not do anything wrong under the rules Jen and I had agreed to when this weekend tryst began. Nonetheless, I was had an attack of jealousy and anxiety as I formed a very vivid picture of my best friend giving something to my husband that I could not; anal sex.

"Okay, you are right. And yes, Jen came several times while we fucked," Tom admitted.

Even as I was doing this, I knew I was wrong. I was treating my husband like a prosecutor treats a hostile witness on the stand. But I could not seem to stop myself.

"So then what happened?"

“After we made love again this morning, I mean fucked. After we fucked again this morning, she asked me if I wanted to try something different.”

“And of course, you thought ‘why not?’ Right?” I asked rhetorically.

By my tone, it was clear that I was not pleased with this development.

“Yeah something like that. Don’t be mad. Christine, I did not know what she was going to do at first. She got on all fours and told me to move up behind her. She took a tube of lubricant from her purse and she put some on my dick. I thought she was just getting sore from all our fucking. I really did not know what she was going to do. I thought she was going to have me do her doggie style; but when she put the head of my penis on her anus, I understood what she wanted.”

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“I don’t know. In a way I did. It was wickedly naughty. She was very tight back there; and that kind of felt good. Remember when you and I tried doing this years ago?" Tom was stammering a bit now.

I shook my head and said, "How could I forget?"

"Well, the pain was too much for you. You made me stop. Well Jen was different."

"Different how?"

"It was obvious that when I first started to enter her, it hurt; but it seemed to hurt her in a way that she seemed to like. She kept telling me that I was too big, not to push, that it hurt. She would whimper 'oh god, hold still...shit, you're are too big...don't push...wait...' And I would remain still."

"So what happened next?" I asked.

"Christine, she would make me stay perfectly still as she panted and tried to adjust to the pain. But after a few seconds, she would start pushing back against me, driving me in a little deeper into her ass until the pain got too much and she had to stop again.

Then she would beg me not to move, to remain still again." 

Tom took a deep breath and continued, "But after a moment or two, the pain seemed to subside and she would grimace and try to force a little more of my cock into her bottom. It took a long time to get the head past her sphincter. It made me very hard too. And every time she would push back, she would tell me to be still and that it hurt; but she seemed to like the fact that it hurt a little bit. It was like she was determined to take me back there no matter how bad it hurt. I did not really understand why.”

Tom paused to see how I was handling this disclosure. His penis was throbbing against me back as he recalled the efforts and gyrations he and Jen went through to enter her tight sphincter. The memory obviously aroused him.

“Tom, a strange fact about human sexuality is that there is often a very fine line between pain and intense pleasure. And a lot of women are very aroused by having their anus stimulated," I said.

I was not sure if I was ever going to tell my husband that I virtually begged Demarcus to finger my ass earlier this morning to push me over the edge and to make me cum.

I felt Tom's dick continuing to pulse against my back as we lay in the tub and he recalled fucking my best friend in the ass. I decided to ignore my husband's growing arousal for the moment.

Tom hugged me and almost like he was talking to himself, he said, “It was strange. It obviously hurt her. In fact, at first, I thought it might be hurting her a lot. She acted like it did and had me hold very still for a while at first. But she wanted all of me inside her. And I did not move much at all, but she had an orgasm almost as soon as I got inside her really good.”

"So she climaxed like this? She came just from having your cock in her butt?" I asked, surprised that Jen could get off this way.

"Not exactly. Once she had me all the way inside her ass, she moaned, reached up between her thighs, and rubbed her clit with her fingers. Christine, it only took just a couple of seconds and she came. And I mean she really, really came. I am surprised you didn't hear her next door. She buried her face in the pillow to try to muffle her screams. But she had the biggest orgasm I have ever witnessed. But she did have to rub her clitoris to get there."

"Did you cum in her ass when she came?" I asked.

I had to admit the description of Jen's reaction was arousing me, and I could feel my jealousy slowly melting away.

"Not the first time she came. I was not really able to fuck her back there. It seemed to hurt her too much if I pulled out and pushed in. She made me stop moving when I tried to fuck her. So I kind of just remained motionless, while she made herself cum with my dick in her backside."

“First time? She had more than one orgasm with you in her backside?” I was having trouble believing that she came once, much less twice, from having Tom's dick in her ass.

“After she had her first orgasm, with me in her backside, from touching herself, I remaining still, because it hurt her too much if I tried to stroke in and out. I flexed my penis, making it arch. And every time I would flex my penis, it stretched her anus and she made a sounds like it hurt but hurt in a good way. She would groan and grunt, and she would beg me not to move until she could get used to my size. All I had to do was ‘pulse’ my penis and she would moan and bury her face in the pillow.”

"Christine, I liked the feeling of power and control. I liked being able to excite her and make her moan so loudly, just by flexing my cock. I liked making her bury her face in the pillow and having her beg me to be still."

Tom paused to see how I was reacting before continuing. His penis was fully erect now as he told me of his first anal experience. He obviously enjoyed reliving it.

“I kept doing it, flexing my cock in her ass and that really aroused her. Christine, she was whimpering, no she was almost crying, into the pillow from being stretched open like that, but she also got more and more excited.

"She was moaning and whimpering, as she alternated between begging me to hold still and pushing back to force me deeper inside her ass. Finally, she got so turned on that she started moving herself but forward and then pushing back on my cock. She was whimpering as she fucked me. It only took about five or six strokes and she buried her face in the pillow again and came."

"Shit Tom, you're getting me all wound up here. She came again?"

"I swear, I am not exaggerating. And when she climaxed, I plunged all the way into her bottom and ejaculated. It was wild. She said she loved the fact that I ‘came in her ass’ We remained coupled together for a few seconds. It seemed to hurt her as much when I finally withdrew as it did when I went in."

"What did you say to her afterwards?"

"I thanked her. Then she took me to the shower and we washed each other. I washed her bottom really good while she scrubbed my penis."

"Well you certainly got hard just thinking about it," I said in reference to the rigid boner pulsing against my back now.

"Are we okay? Are you mad at me?" Tom asked nervously.

"Yes and no. Yes, we are okay. And no, I'm not mad. I will admit, I am a little jealous that Jen could give you that, and I couldn't. But I'm not mad." I reached behind me and grabbed Tom's erection, "So how well did you wash this thing afterwards? You better scrub this cock absolutely raw if you ever want to get it back inside me with it again after it's been in Jen's ass!”

He shook his head, “I am thinking that maybe I should not have told you about this. And yes, I scrubbed it really well in the shower."

"Tom, I'm sorry I got a little testy. I had a momentary surge of jealousy, that's all. I am over it now. Honestly. But don't ever think we that it is better to keep things from me. Let's get out of the tub and dry off. I have just the place for you to put that boner of yours... and it is not my backside," I joked.

I leaned forward and released the drain, allowing the bathtub to start to empty. We got out and dried each other. Tom was fully erect.

"So how was your date with Demarcus?"

"To be honest, it was so good I was worried that you'd get jealous. I never dreamed that I'd be the one that would fall prey to the 'green eyed monster'. But Demarcus and I had a fabulous time."

"Well, tell me about it," Tom encouraged.

"We went to dinner at a really nice Italian restaurant down in the Galleria area."

"The Galleria? That must be fifty miles from here?"

"Yes. I wanted to make sure we did not run into any of our friends and neighbors."

"I see your point."

 "It's a good thing we did too. Once we got to the restaurant, Demarcus convinced me to remove my panties and he insisted that I sit with my bare bottom on the leather seat. Tom, I do not know why, but taking off my panties, and wearing only my garter belt and stockings under my dress, and putting my bare ass on that cold leather felt really naughty and sexy."

Tom led me to the bed, where he had me lay down. Climbing next to me, he reached between my legs and started teasing my clit as I talked. I took his erection in my fist and stroked him slowly.

"Did anyone see you put your bare ass on the leather?" Tom asked anxiously.

"Not in the restaurant, but Demarcus ordered me to do the same thing when I got into his car for the ride home. He was holding the door for me, and the valet attendant was right there. That young kid sure got an eyeful when I got into the car."

"How old was he?"

"I don't know. He looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old."

"You are so bad, flashing a teenager," he said with a tone of admiration.

"I know. I felt so naughty lifting my skirt while that teenager watched. Tom, Demarcus drove all the way back to the Woodlands with his hand between my thighs, barely touching my twat. I got so aroused. I would try to slide forward to make him touch me, but he would remove his fingers and tease me. Tom, he teased me like that all the way home. I left such a puddle on his car seat. Jen is going to get a whiff of my scent the next time she gets into that car!"

"So what happened when you got to his house?"

"First he had me stand on the first step to the stair case going upstairs. We necked some and he 'fiddled' with me under my dress..."

Tom interrupted, "Fiddled?"

"Since I didn't have any panties on, just the garter belt and stockings, I was pretty accessible. He played with my clit while we kissed. Tom, he had me so wound up. I was really close climaxing right there. I was rocking my hips, humping against his fingers. But just when I would get really close, he'd slowly pull his hand away. I was so frustrated. I would moan and beg him touch me, to let me cum. But he wouldn't. He was playing me like a puppet. I was almost crying from frustration."

"So he didn't let you cum on the stairs?"

"No, he kept getting me close and teasing me. I would have done anything to cum. He owned me at that point." 

"Finally, he unzipped my dress and took it off of me. I was standing there, in my red, shear bra, red garter belt and stockings and my heels, nothing else. Oh yeah, I was also wearing the diamond pendant you gave me, this one," I said, pointing to the pendant around my neck.

Tom was arching his hips now, as I pumped his erection slowly in my fist. The mental images I was creating were clearly arousing him. I slowed down. I did not want him to 'go off' prematurely.

"Fuck, Christine, that is so hot."

"Tom, I felt so exposed standing there like that, my shaved pussy on display. The garter belt made me feel more exposed than if I had been naked."

"Do me a favor. Put your garter belt and bra on for me and then finish the story. I want to see you dressed the way you were for Demarcus last night."

I smiled and nodded. The bra, garter belt and stockings were right there at the foot of the bed. I did just as he asked. When I clasped the final garter on the stocking, I posed for him, turning around slowly.

"This is exactly what Demarcus saw last night on the staircase."

I looked at myself in the mirror. My nipples poked proudly through the thin material of the red, shear bra. The darkness of my areolas was plainly visible. The garters framed my round ass and shave vulva nicely, drawing attention to them. Yes, I did present an erotic image.

"Girl, you are fucking smoking hot. You are wicked.

"Thank you, sir. I know you like your women a little bit naughty. Tom, while I stood there, dressed exactly like this, Demarcus stripped for me." 

I watched Tom's expression. He wanted to ask the obvious question, 'How big was he?'. I paused momentarily to tease him a bit. He waved his hand in a circular motion as if to say, 'Go on, go on'.

"Tom, you would not believe the size of that man. His cock is absolutely huge. I was amazed at his size and girth. It poked straight out. Unlike your penis, his cock doesn't stand straight up when erect. It's like his cock is too heavy to stand up. It seemed that it's size held it down slightly, keeping it more horizontal. But it sure gets firm and rigid."

"And I swear, I could barely get my tiny little hand around it. It felt very heavy in my hand. I was intrigued with the coloring as well as the size of this huge cock. It was not really black, like I was expecting. It was sort of a deep, deep shade of purple. It was a shade of purple that I had not seen before, and it was strangely beautiful to me at that moment. The enormous head was slightly lighter in color than the shaft. It looked almost like a deep shade of pink or pinkish-purple."

Tom interrupted me again, "How long was he?"

"I honestly don't know, I didn't measure him, but I would estimate eight and a half, maybe nine inches. He is at least two inches longer than you are, maybe three. And much thicker. Honey, I swear he's almost as thick as my wrist. It is the biggest goddamn cock I have ever seen, including those we saw when we watched those videos."

Tom's breathing started to quicken, so I released his cock and stopped stroking him.

"Baby, don't cum yet. You need to hear what I had to do to wedge that huge, black, monster of a dick into my tight white pussy. Baby, I don't know if my vagina will ever be the same again. Honest I don't."

Tom started to place his own hand on his erection. I grabbed his hand and stopped him, "No baby, be patient. I want you to hear what he did to me, okay?"

"Shit, Christine, I'm ready to go off without touching myself," he sad with a moan. But he did not attempt to touch himself again.

"Good boy. You'll be glad you waited," I assured him. "Tom, I really did not think I could take that huge cock inside me. I thought I might just have to let him rub the head against my clit or something. But Demarcus promised me that he would go slow. He laid on his back and let me get on top so I could control the action. Baby, I was so aroused and excited, but I was really scared too."

"I climbed over and straddled him. I wanted to do this, as a matter of pride. I wanted to show Demarcus, and to show myself, that I was woman enough to handle that large, scary erection."

"Balancing my tiny frame with my left hand resting on Demarcus's muscular chest, I leaned forward, and took a hold of the massive tool with my free right hand. Lifting myself as high as I could, I directed the pulsing head towards my wet and dilated vulva. "

"Tom, as I touched the cockhead to my opening, I was amazed at how very wet I was. My juices were literally flowing out of me. Once I had him lined up at my opening, I felt him arch his hips slightly and the head passed into me about an inch. It was too big, it hurt too much. I had to have him stop, and remain still. I was panting, trying to adjust to his girth as I felt the thick ridge of glans wedge just past the outer ring of my opening."

"I was trying to convince myself that I could do this, that I could get at least part of his cock inside me, if not all of it. Then I caught our reflection in the large mirror over Jen's dresser. Demarcus and I were quite a sight. The contrast of my tiny white frame astride his dark black muscular one was stark."

"Tom, he only had approximately two inches of his erection inside me. Six inches or more remained outside my pussy and looked sexy and scary. I could feel the large head throbbing inside me."

"Honey, I tried to lower myself down on him further, but the pain was too intense. I had to stop. It was stretching me too far and too fast."

"I looked at Demarcus and told him, 'I don’t think I can do this. You're just just too big.' I was almost crying. It was actually more painful than I was expecting. Demarcus was very patient. He let me take my time. At one point he said, 'You can do this. Just work it slowly. Just relax and go slowly.' Then he slowly raised his hips, forcing himself deeper inside me. I felt a spike of pain shoot up through my core as the large head wedged further into me, suddenly prying my vagina open."

"Tom, I yelped, 'Oh shit, fuck, it hurts… stop… don’t push… it hurts too much… I can’t do it.' I was ready to quit, to give up. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes from the sudden and unexpected pain. With this huge dick stretching me to the point of pain, I started to cry a little."

"Then he said to me, 'Christine, don’t move… let yourself adjust to it right there. Give yourself a chance to adjust and to open up. Just hold still.' I held myself motionless for maybe a minute, maybe longer, nearly half of his large penis inside, and half outside my tightly stretched vagina. I panted, as I had during child birth, attempting to relax and adjust to the pain. I panted for a minute or two, as I remembered my Lamaze training. I thought to myself 'if I can deliver a baby, I can take this huge dick inside me'. I waited as the pain slowly subsided, and was replaced with a sense of fullness that was not unpleasant."

"Baby, I slowly raised myself about two inches, and ever so carefully, I lowered myself down again. I seemed to have gained a half inch or so. I repeated the motion; raising myself up and lowering myself as far as I could without experiencing intense pain. This time I was sure of it; I had taken him deeper inside me, without the searing pain. I repeated the process, each time forcing him slightly deeper. I glanced over at the mirror and saw there was three inches of ‘unused cock’ remaining outside of me.

"Tom, the large glans of his penis was pressing into the front wall of my vagina. I was able to grind down on him and force the pressure into my g-spot. The fullness had aroused me like never before. I knew I was going to cum just like this. There was little question in my mind, I was going to cum soon; I could feel it building inside me.

"Demarcus was rocking his hips now, stroking in and out of me, but he was careful not to impale me with too much too quickly. He was obviously used to allowing women to come to grips with his size slowly. But he was fucking me.

"Honey, as I raised up and pulled most of him out of me, I looked down and could see a thin white coating covering the first six or seven inches of his shaft, displaying precisely how much of his cock I had been able to accommodate to this point. The milky white coating was quite distinctive against the deep purple-black color of his large erection. It looked like someone had painted the first six or seven inches of this thick black cock with a thin coating of skim milk. Tom, I had never noticed the white milky lubrication from my pussy on your cock before. I assumed the dark contrast of the dark skin color made my lubrication much more obvious now."

Tom was rocking his hips, literally humping up against the air in his excitement of my description of how Demarcus had wedged himself into tiny, white vagina.

"Baby, I want you to climb on me and fuck me while I finish the story, okay?" I instructed as I rolled onto my back and spread my legs.

Tom slid right in without resistance. I was very wet and aroused. But as I had expected, I barely felt him after being stretched so thoroughly by Demarcus's large cock less than an hour ago. I wrapped my legs around my husband's torso and used my heels on his ass to spur him on.

"You feel good, baby. Does my pussy feel different?" I told Tom as he slowly slid in and out of me.

"You do feel more open, you really do," Tom confessed.

"Well, then Demarcus pulled me forward, pressing my breasts against his chest and began to fuck me while he held me tightly. With each stroke he would grind the head of his penis into my g-spot. I started rocking my hips, grinding my clitoris against his rigid shaft as he slid in and out of me. Honey, I was getting so close. I felt my orgasm building inside of me, and my movements became faster and more dramatic. I started fucking Demarcus with a passion, pushing myself down as far as I could, grinding the head of his penis deep inside me."

"Tom, I can't explain it, but suddenly, I felt my vagina simply open up. And I came violently, with a large and long series of convulsions rocking my tiny frame. I have never had an orgasm like that one. It went on and on and on."

"As I came, Demarcus arched his hips up, fully impaling me, I felt a surge of pain mixed with intense pleasure as his cock pulsed deep inside of me. Demarcus hugged me tightly, holding me against his chest as his loins stiffened. I heard him grunt as a series of spasms quaked through his body. I knew he was ejaculating. I could feel his penis throbbing deep inside me, shooting ropes of his sperm into my pussy."

Tom grunted and stiffened, "Oh shit, I can't hold back."

I felt his entire body shake as his penis pulsed inside of me.

"Oh that's it baby. Cum for me," I said encouraging him.

I clenched my vagina trying to milk his cock as he ejaculated, but I was too stretched out to be very effective.

We lay there panting for several minutes, silently caressing each other, my husband's erection still inside of me.

"Tom, remember earlier when I chastised you about saying that maybe you should not have told me about Jen taking you into her backside?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, in all fairness, there is something else I need to tell you. It is not important, but if the situation was reversed, I would expect you to tell me."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Well, Demarcus fucked me countless times last night and I came over and over again. But this morning, he fucked me and I was having trouble getting there."

I paused to select my words.

"And?" Tom said impatiently.

"And I was on top. I was really close, but could not get over the edge; I could not climax at first. So I asked Demarcus to touch my bottom."

"Touch your bottom?" Tom asked with a puzzled tone.

"I asked him to finger me back there," I confessed.

 "You had him finger your asshole?"

"Well, that's a little cruder than I would say it, but yes, he fingered backside. And it made me climax."

Tom smiled broadly.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Well, I guess I like the fact the Demarcus's magic dick does not work on you one hundred percent of the time. You needed something to push you over the edge. I was feeling a little threatened by that huge black cock."

"Don't be silly, I still like your penis best," I said to reassure him. It was a harmless, white lie. The truth is, I loved my husband, but Demarcus's penis was magical.

We took a two hour nap, cuddling together. I sensed we were both trying to assure ourselves than we each still belong to each other, completely. We did.

That night we sat in the den, listening to music and sipping our drinks. Tom was having a scotch, I was enjoying a glass of chardonnay. We had the gas log turned on, burning in the fire place for the atmosphere it created. We also were running the air conditioner simultaneously to keep the room from overheating. Silly, huh?

I looked over at Tom and said, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine. You?"

"I'm feeling a little antsy. Do you regret what we did last night?" I asked, not exactly sure where I was taking this conversation.

"I don't think so. Why? Do you?"

"No. But things are a little different. We both had wild sex with our neighbors; people we will see day in and day out."

Tom thought for a second before answering, "I guess it will be a little weird talking to Demarcus knowing I was in his wife's backside, and he gave my wife the best orgasm of her life."

"Do you think we'll ever do anything like that again?" I asked nervously.

"Would you want to?"

I thought for a minute and responded, "I don't know. Maybe. Would you?"

Coming soon: Demarcus's birthday present - Chapter 3 - Dinner with the neighbors.