I shifted my weight slightly, attempting to relieve the familiar discomfort as my cock strained against the heavy fabric of my jeans. Ginger sat across from me on our couch. Well, maybe sprawled is a better fit. Her jeans were unbuttoned, but he hadn't gotten around to the zipper yet. She was mostly concealed by his body, but I caught a glimpse of a stiff nipple through the thin white tank top she still wore. Her sweater was piled on the floor next to the couch.
I let my eyes roam over what I could see of her. Her feet were bare, the flirty flats she'd worn to dinner on the floor near the sweater. The thin gold chain around her right ankle sparkled in the dim light. No cuck charms on this one, just a plain diamond cut rope chain, her everyday anklet, that she'd had me put on her Sunday morning. My eyes roamed up over her long legs. I could hear her moaning softly as his hands explored her. She is so responsive to touch, soft moans and gasps whenever my fingers, or anyone else's, glide over her skin.
His dark-skinned hand rested for a moment on her bare tummy, exposed as the tank top had ridden up a bit. I heard a moan escape my own lips, catching her attention. Her eyes opened, she smiled as she looked over at me, then watched me watch as she guided his hand beneath her shirt to engulf her breast. I shook my head slowly, spellbound. She smiled again, then moved her lips to his and kissed him deeply.
"How come you don't mind when they kiss on me, baby?" she asked one morning over breakfast. "Kiss on me" instead of "kiss me" in her soft southern accent, just one of the things that constantly draw me to her.
"I don't know..." I answered after thinking a moment. "Should I mind?"
"I think some guys do. At least it seems that way in some stuff I read."
I thought some more.
"You like it though, don't you?" she prompted.
"Mmmmm..." I said. "I do...but I like all of it. I guess...I don't know if this will sound right, but...I like having you "used", you know? And knowing some guy has been kissing your mouth before I get to kiss you...it's just another part of the turn-on."
"Well that was a nice answer." she said, smiling and leaning in to kiss me softly.
"Besides...I know how much you like to kiss." I added.
She blushed a little. "Well, yes. But I would stop if you asked me to."
"No need...no need..." I said.
She moaned in to his mouth as he deftly pushed her zipper down, then pressed his hand between her legs. She'd wrestled his pants open as I reflected. She let an open-mouthed groan out as his middle finger pressed inside her, simultaneously releasing his cock from it's confines. She ran her hand along it, sizing it up blindly, then glimpsed over at me with a wicked little grin. Pretty average sized...looked about the same as mine from my vantage point. She was making a little fun at my expense in our silent exchange.
Some months back we'd wound up in a hotel room with another black guy who was pretty big. Ginger isn't shy telling me that she enjoys it. Not too big so it hurts, but there is a right size that is bigger than me, for sure. She went crazy for the guy, so much so that I wasn't sure she'd have any left for me when he was through. She'd let him go bareback and held him in when he came, then stayed on the bed and let it leak out slowly while he dressed. She was feeling a bit dominant that night, some tequila downstairs where we met him hadn't hurt that, and had firmly told me to stay put until he was gone. I watched hungrily from the chair across the room as his cream thinned out and drizzled over her slit on to the sheets.
When he was gone, she stood, stepped across the room, perched her cute ass on the dresser, and told me to kneel in front of her and clean her up. I made quick work of it, then stood and pressed myself inside her. She was loose, incredibly sloppy. I pushed in to the hilt, withdrew, plunged in again.
She put her hands on my shoulders, dug her nails in, gave me a wicked look, and asked "Are you in yet?"
I went slack-jawed. She'd done some light humiliation before, but nothing like this. Something in me stirred. I was humiliated, but I liked it. I pulled back, thrust in again, harder. She only cocked her head at me, a thin smile on her lips.
Again, harder this time, rising up on my toes a bit so that I brushed her clit on the way in. I was rewarded with a small moan.
Locking eyes with her, I thrust again and again, pausing each time as I reached the hilt, eliciting a stronger response from her with every thrust.