Her boyfriend had wanted this. They had been trying different kinky things to spice up their sex life and he told her that he'd like to see her get fucked by a black man. She had never thought of fucking anyone except her boyfriend and wasn't sure if she could do it but Frank pushed and pushed and soon they were looking on the internet for potential partners. Most seemed very full of themselves. Some weren't good-looking enough. Some just scared her. Finally they seemed to click with one named Shaun. After many emails and a few phone calls Frank decided he liked Shaun. Jane wasn't so sure. So Frank asked her to just sit and chat one on one with Shaun. Jane reluctantly agreed.
So one night, sitting in her nightie before bed, while Frank watched tv downstairs, she called his number and a deep sexy voice answered the phone. Jane felt a wave of anxiety go through her. She'd never actually heard his voice before. Frank had been captaining this adventure. She had until now just been a passenger waiting to get to whatever destination he decided on. She admitted to herself she was only doing this to get it over with, hoping Frank would get it out of his system. Their sex life sucked but she would never think of cheating on him for her own pleasure. This was an opportunity to have sex with someone else. Yes, it was different and, yes, it was somewhat exciting but did she really want it? No. Could she live happily missing out on it? Yes. And then Shaun said "Hello?" and she felt a thin sheet of perspiration cover her forehead.
"Uh, Hello, Shaun? This is Jane."
"Ah, Jane. I'm so glad I finally get a chance to talk to you." Silky smooth, she thought. He probably works at a phone sex company. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Well, I, er, that is, Frank thought I should talk to you, before we meet. You know. Get to know you better."
"You're pretty nervous. Aren't you, Jane?"
"Well, yes. I-I've never done anything like this."
"And you'd be happy not to do this at all with me?"
"Well, I mean, it's not YOU. It's me. I just-"
"Relax, Jane. Take a breath." There was a slight chuckle and she realized how silly she was sounding. His voice eased her tension. "When was the last time you had an orgasm?" So much for easing her tension!
"I- er- well we did it last week and-"
"That's not what I asked, Jane. When was the last time YOU had an orgasm."
"Two days ago." He voice was soft. She couldn't believe she just told him that.
"A good one?" he asked.
"It was okay."
"And last week when you 'did it', did you cum? Don't worry. If you faked it I won't till Frank." He whispered the last part and giggled. She giggled too.
"Yeah, I faked it."
"You little minx!" he laughed. "Could be part of the problem."
"Huh? What problem?"
"Duh! Your sex life. I have a friend that has never faked an orgasm with anyone, even guys she really, really loved. She says, 'If they're doing something wrong I want them to know it! They'll never learn otherwise.'" And he laughed. She found herself laughing too.
"I guess you're right." She admitted.
"So what is it you really miss? I know you guys have tried role playing, toys, dirty movies, different locations. What do you want?"
"I don't know!" she exclaimed. "I want something. I just don't know what. I don't know what's missing. Frank loves me. I know he does. He shows me all the time."
"Maybe he shouldn't."
"What?"
"Some women are spurred on by not being loved or wanted. They rise to the challenge and do everything they can to make a guy want her even if otherwise they wouldn't have been interested in the guy."
"No, I don't think that's it. I want to be wanted."
"Badly?"
"What do you mean?"
"Has Frank ever come home and just attacked you? Torn off your clothes and fucked you over a table?"
"God no!" she gasped. Shaun picked up on it.
"Has he caught you coming out of the shower, still wet. Put you up on the sink and fuck you there?"
"No, we never-"
"When was the last time he looked into your eyes, deeply while you were fucking, and what you saw there wasn't love but lust, animal savage lust for you?"
"Oh god, I don't know. Since before we were married."
"Jane?"
"Yes, Shaun?"
"Are you wet, now?"
A shiver went through her. Her hand was reaching down between her legs but she already knew the answer. "Shaun, I-?"
"Are you? Tell the truth."
Her fingers felt the wetness between her legs. "Yes."
"Are you feeling it now?"
"Yes."
"Play with yourself while we chat."
"Shaun…"
"Play while I paint a picture."
She hadn't stopped playing since she felt herself.
"You're at a bar with your friends. A man, not Frank, just a man, sees you. You lock eyes for a moment and he smiles. You feel a smile coming to your face and turn away. You dance and drink with your friends and every now and then spot the man by the bar staring at you while he has his beer. He wants you…badly…he makes you feel it from where you are. And you smile back every no and then. You sum him up and decide he's pretty good-looking. If you weren't married he might actually have a chance. But you are married, so he doesn't. Nevertheless you laugh a little more, wiggle you ass a little more and a couple buttons on you blouse open before the night ends. You know who it's for. After the bar closes you say good night to your friends and walk around to your car. It's around back of the bar. You stayed so late you're one of the last ones out. As you walk around the corner to the back of the building you walk right into him. He smiles at you and pushes you up against the wall. His hand covers your mouth so you can't scream. 'You've been teasing me all night.' He whispers. 'Now it's my turn.' His other hand tears open your blouse and pushes your bra out of the way. His mouth envelopes your tit and starts to suck on it. His teeth bite it and you gasp. You try to hit him but he shrugs it off and grabs your hands pinning them above you on the wall. His eyes lock onto your. Desire is there. Pure lust. This man wants you. He picked you out of all the women in the bar. You're the only thing on his mind. His only want."
Jane fingers were working frantically on her clit. She let out a moan as her body shuddered and her first orgasm, a very small one, came out.
Shaun continued, "He starts to kiss you. You feel his tongue enter your mouth. He holds your hands up with one hand and the other disappears. You soon feel it up your skirt, pushing your panties away and entering your pussy. 'I knew it.' He says 'You're soaking.' His fingers play with your pussy and move up to your clit. He kisses your mouth, your neck. At some point you think of kicking him but you legs instead widen to give him better access. Again his hand disappears and this time you feel a small sense of loss. Then you hear his zipper opening. You gasp. You don't want this. But you do. You feel his cock at your opening. You squirm side to side but only seem to be helping him get inside you. Soon he is halfway in. His head pulls away and looks at you and smiles. 'What do you want be to do, lady?' Well, Jane? What do you tell him?"
"Uh-" was all she could get out at first. She was lost in the story and her orgasm was building. She body was shaking and she was sweating lightly. And when there was only silence she knew it wasn't just the story, it was his voice. She couldn't just imagine the next part. She needed to hear him say it.
"Fuck me." she said breathlessly, "Please."
"He shoves his cock deep inside you. His hand lets go of yours now that he knows you want it. You hug him close and push your hips into him. You match his rhythm and feel his cock move in and out. You know you'll cum soon. You want to. He whispers to you how sexy you are, how fucking amazing you feel, how he wanted you from the moment he saw you. And then you feel his cock grow as the cum fills it. He lets out a groan and fills your pussy. He doesn't stop pumping because you haven't cum. He wants you to cum too. Are you cumming Jane? Are you?"
"YES!" she said as it hit her. She bucked and dropped the phone. It was strong and unexpected. She never came this hard playing with herself. She eased herself down and picked up the phone. "Ummmm, I really don't know what to say."
"Say you didn't fake that."
"Oh god, no! That was amazing!"
"Have you and Frank ever role played like that?"
"No. Frank's to, um, timid. We've never had rough sex. In fact he usually suggests that I be the aggressor."
"Ah. The problem is you're both subs."
"Subs?"
"Call me tomorrow. Same time." And he hung up. Jane sat holding the phone wondering what the hell just happened. The chair she sat on was soaked.
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She called him the next night and the following and the next. Each night a different fantasy. Each night a strong orgasm. Some better than others but all better than she'd had in a long time. Shaun started to test her limits of the fantasy and her submissive nature, telling her she was tied up, spanked, forced to give a blow job. He called her a bitch and a slut, he told her she could only play when he let her and he soon even had her calling him, Sir. Sometimes she hesitated with each new task or element but she eventually went with it. Shaun knew the key was making her feel wanted, desired, a sexual object. One thing was certain. She liked him rough, forceful, commanding. She loved to be taken. He told her how to play, what toy to use, when to switch. To her it was like he was there instructing her. Frank never saw any of this. She was too shy to do anything like that in front of him. She sent him downstairs each night while she played. Afterwards, as Shaun instructed, Frank came in naked and kneeled at the door as she lay on the bed with her eyes closed.
