Wendy looked over at her husband affectionately as she lined the thick dark head of Jerome's massive python up with her dripping pussy. Tom was a good husband, even if he had his flaws. Even at that, sometimes his flaws had led them to incredible discoveries. She fondly recalled how insistent he'd been, and how long he kept up suggesting to her that it would be hot if she'd try black cock. There had been a lot of trepidation on her part. They had a good sex life, she had her place in their little community, it just didn't seem worth it.
Then Jerome had come along, and little by little she had lowered her defenses. He was young, buff, and just made her feel so... milfy. At first, it was just how he always complimented her when they'd run into each other. Soon she found herself thinking more and more about him, and about Tom's ask. Then there was the night when he asked her to dance at the Church gala, and Tom encouraged her to acquiesce.
Jerome had held her tight out on the dance floor and she'd felt his tumescent bulge, unmistakable as they moved to the music. A slow number. She couldn't get Tom's clothes off quickly enough when they got home that night, and they fucked like rabbits. She even came once from Tom's cock, and that was a rare occurrence, indeed.
And Jerome had a way of showing up in the right place at the right time. So, bit by bit Wendy's objections had eroded, and she found herself speculating what it would be like, having Jerome's ebony spear between her lily-white married legs. It became a theme of her masturbatory sessions. Increasingly so, almost to the point of obsession.
And as luck would have it, on a summer night when they'd hired a babysitter and headed down to the lake house, they'd run into Jerome at the package store, and Tom had asked him to drop by for a drink. She hadn't objected. By the time J had showed up at the lake house she'd had a couple drinks and was feeling relaxed.
She remembered Jerome's compliments, sitting next to her on the couch. How he took her tiny hand in his and how her head was spinning from the novelty of it all. She remembered their first kiss, her eyes darting nervously over to Tom, the feelings of guilt, melting away as desire overtook her sensibilities, and she began to return the attentions of Jerome's tongue in her mouth.
How he'd teased her tits and later her pussy, melting her into a hot mess as Tom just looked on thinking about how sexy she looked. How she'd gasped when J disrobed and she saw his cock for the first time, thick, massive, powerful, and black as midnight. She was unsure that it would even fit partway into her tiny pussy but in short order she'd gotten the opportunity to find out otherwise.
Jerome fucked her four times that night, and Wendy lost count of how many orgasms she had had. He was patient and methodical, opening her up bit by bit until he was womb fucking her. It was transcendental. She looked over to see Tom sitting on the sidelines wanking his little cock, and she didn't care. She felt Jerome unload deep in her unprotected pussy four times, and she didn't care. The sheer amount of cum he produced was unbelievable. Jerome was her sword and she was his sheath, and that's all that mattered. She had surrendered unconditionally.
Tom had headed back home to pay the sitter somewhere after round three, and Wendy slept soundly and securely with Jerome, waking in the morning to a text from Tom asking about when she was going to be home. Jerome woke up about the same time, hard. So, they fucked once more. And again after that. She couldn't get enough of his ebony rod, and it wasn't until late afternoon that Jerome had dropped her off at home, her ovaries thoroughly drenched in his virile sperm, which leaked endlessly from her stretched pussy.
Tom wanted her as soon as she walked through the door, and soon had her in tow, leading her to the bedroom. She was tired, but felt obligated as Tom mounted her, his dick sloshing around inside her lubed by Jerome's jizz. She moaned encouragingly and Tom came with a squeaking whimper a minute or so later. Wendy decided then and there that while she wouldn't say no to Tom, she was going to be fucking Jerome a lot from there on out.
And she had. Tom had objected at first, but only mildly as it became clear that Jerome had his wife in the palm of his hand, and anyway, it wasn't like he didn't get to have her too. They had tried to be discreet about it around the kids, but Wendy was so damned loud when Jerome was fucking her and vocal in a way she had never been in the past with Tom. Jerome brought a whole different side of her out.
And Wendy, always so conservative and straightlaced now had a roll to her hips and dressed more provocatively, her collection of sexy lingerie ballooning although she seldom wore any for Tom. So, he had come to accept it. Typically, Jerome would pick her up Friday and drop her back off Sunday morning so they could make it to church. Then once or twice a week more they'd hook up either up at the lake house or over at Jerome's place.
One day when J was dropping her off, Tom looked out to see a couple guys in the back seat of Jerome's car.
"Who are those guys?" he'd asked.
"Oh, them?" she said innocently. "That's Jamal and William, they're friends of Jerome."
She had said it casually, but she knew she was blushing, and that Tom noticed.
