It was winter, and even in Atlanta it gets cold, but my London Fog overcoat cut the chill down quite nicely, thank you. I naively assumed I could just fly up to Boston on business, but I hadn't paid any attention to the weather. They were snowed under, and that meant a week's delay at least, which I confirmed by phone. My wife had already driven off toward home. I could wait another hour for her to make the round trip, or I could take a cab home and surprise her. Since it was on the company, I decided to take the cab, a decision that would change my life.
I walked up to our house, carrying my suitcases, and I saw people in the living room out of the corner of my eye. I stopped to look, tied of carrying my heavy bags, and was shocked so hard I'm sure my heart stopped beating. My lovely, petite blonde wife Jane was completely naked, on her knees, sucking my best friend Jerome's thick dick as he stood above her. Her head bobbed back and forth, all along his length, as his hands guided the back of her head. His head was thrown back, and he gurgled as his hips thrust forward. I could see his balls jump, as he pulsed, spurted, and squirted his jism in her mouth. Jane
never
let me come in her mouth. "Only whores and sluts do that." It had been hard enough to convince her to go down on me in the first place. Now she was another man's slut, as she did anything he wanted. They were now talking animatedly back and forth. I couldn't hear what they said through the window, and the impact of it all made my knees give out. Luckily, I ended up squatting on one of my bags. I couldn't move. The shock was just too much.
Jerome had Jane got up on the sofa, doggy style, and he started pounding into her tight rear. Her arms gave out, and she buried her tits in the sofa. Her face was turned right towards me, but her face was slack, drool dripping out of her mouth, her eyes closed. Jerome was really putting the boots to her now, fucking her with a ferocity I'd only seen when we played football in high school together. Our builds were pretty-similar, especially where it counted. I noticed that one of Jane's hands was now between her legs, and her slack expression had turned to one of sheer lust as she came, shuddering, shouting "Ah-Ah—Fuck!". Jerome kept pounding into her, and her eyes snapped open, but they were glazed. I don't think she saw me. I was out in the dark after all, and she had other things on her mind and body at the time.
I left the suitcases by the side of the house. I started walking, at first I didn't know where, then with a purpose. I had to tell Charlayne. His wife had to know what I had just seen. I went to their house, right around the corner. The kids were already asleep, and she was knitting quietly in the den. I knocked on the screen door, and she waved me in. "What the hell are you doing here, Carl? I thought they'd banished you to the frozen Northland for a week, at least!"
"Charlayne, you've got. to come with me, right now. Please." I begged her.
"OK, what's the gosh darned hurry?" she got up from her easy chair.
"You need to see for yourself, and there isn't much time! " I told as I grabbed her hand, nearly yanking her arm out of the socket as I flung us out the door. I hurried out of the yard, and she ran to catch up with me as I strode down the street. We got to the house, and sure enough, they were still locked cunt to cock, but the pace was much slower now. Charlayne gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Then she went berserk, as I pulled her waist, locking my arms around her as I dragged her away from my house.
"I'm gonna kill that Nigger!" she screamed. "He has no business burying his bone in that white trash slut! Oh my God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that about Jane! Please, I really didn't..."
"Charlayne, it's OK. She sure is acting like a slut." Through the window, I could see them back in the same position they were when I arrived, as Jane licked her cream and Jerome's jism off his half hard rod. Charlayne sobbed as she watched, and I held her close. Needless to say, Jane would
never
have licked my dick after I fucked her. I felt Charlayne's devastation at learning about his cheating on her, to see it in black and white, so to speak. I could also feel her soft body pressing against me, her smooth mocha skin peeking out from under her soft, simple cotton print dress.
"My God, My Lord, I will not let this
motherfucker
turn my babies into victims of a broken home! How could he do this to me? How could he be stepping out with his best friend's wife? How long has this been going on? Oh..." Her sobs turned into wails, and she hugged me fiercely, wrapping her body around me like a little girl might. As Jerome and Jane padded upstairs, to continue their fuck fest in my own bed, I turned to start to leave. The extra pressure on Charlayne pushed her large, full, soft breasts even deeper into my chest. All of a sudden, she went from being a hurt little girl, into being a sultry, sexy woman. Her entire demeanor changed, as if- she had resolved something.
"Come back to my house. I've got something you need to see." I walked her back to her house, my arm protectively around her shoulder, and she stepped smartly, so we were at their house in a flash. She went out to the locked cabinet in the garage, and came back with Jerome's brandy snifter.
"That's mighty kind of you Charlayne, but everybody knows you don't drink. You don't have to get that out on my account.", I noted how kind she was being to me.
"Everybody don't know
shit
about what I'm gonna do or not do. You drinking with me, boy, or you just gonna stand there and flap them gums?" She poured two drinks, in small tumblers, and drank hers down before my hand had even reached mine.
"Hoo-EE that burns! Makes me feel hot all over!" Reaching for the zipper of her dress, she slid it down, dropping it at her feet.
"Charlayne, you don't have to do this..." I started to tell her, but she cut me short.
"Nonsense. I have to do this if I want to keep my family together. I can't just let him do anybody he pleases and not pay for it! Besides, I've always wondered what you'd be like in bed. So I have to do it and I want to do it! If you've got any damn balls or backbone, or whatever you white folk call it, you know you've got to do it too. Kiss me
good
, and then tell me you don't want to
fuck me
." She came to me, in just her slip, her full dark lips wet with brandy, and she took her hands, intertwining them with mine, as she took my breath away with her kiss. I too, had fantasies about Charlayne, fantasies I'd never admitted to anyone.
But the reality of her was even hotter than the fantasy. She took my hands, and placed them underneath her slip, sliding them up onto her bare ass cheeks, and pressing them into her flesh. Her large buns were finely muscled, which was a surprise to me. I'd always thought she would be soft like an overstuffed chair down there, as big as her butt seemed to be. Her breasts poked into me, insistent and erotic, as she rubbed herself on me. Her tongue was kissing me like no woman I had ever been with before, laying in wait for me to move, then dancing all around my tongue and thrusting deeply into my mouth. I lost track of time as I explored her body with my hands, and she was making "Mmm-Mmm-Mmm" sounds as I caressed her.
Her legs enclosed my right leg, and she rubbed her thick thigh against my crotch. Her hands were all over me, playing with my hair, teasing my ears and neck, grabbing my ass (she moaned then), and pulling me even more tightly into her body. Her so full breasts were spilling out the side as her nipples drilled into my chest. I could smell the scent of her arousal, as her wiry bush did a brillo pad impression on my leg. As I started to take off her slip, she said "Not here.", grabbed up her dress, and took me up the stairs to her bedroom. It was frilly, -frufru- lacy, with flowery wallpaper, and dark wood furniture. Their four poster bed had another set of flowers on it, with two simple night tables on either side. She danced into the restroom, and popped back out with a jar of petroleum jelly.
"What's that for?" I asked even though I could guess.
"For later. Now kiss me again, I've cooled down since we came upstairs." I didn't have the nerve to call her a liar, but we both knew that wasn't true. She turned
on the lamp on her night table, as she bent over, I saw her wide rear framing her wiry snatch forest. She was a very hairy woman, she quickly flung herself into my arms, saying "I'm all yours. I'll do anything you want. Even the stuff Jane won't do for you. I'm your slut, from now on."
I stripped the slip from her, sliding my hands up to her big, heavy breasts. Her nipples were still as hard as drill bits, and I twisted them and tweaked them without mercy. Her kiss was hotter, more insistent, less passive than before. Being an equal opportunity kind of girl, she wrapped her legs around my left leg, but now she was leaving a trail of pussy slime wherever she rubbed. I had to know what she tasted like. I pulled her on the bed, not even bothering to roll the covers back. I rolled until she was on the bottom, nearly smashing my family jewels in the process. I kissed my way down to her breasts, and spent several minutes trying to figure out which one I liked better, then which one turned her on more.
Neither of us seemed able to decide. As I slid down her body, she cried out "Carl, I didn't wash. Nobody's ever done that to me before... "
"Now's a good time to enjoy it. Just relax and if you like what I'm doing, just tell me, OK", I tried to put her at ease, since I was sure her pussy was going to taste just fine.
"OK!" she said, as she took in a gasp of air.
My hands had been exploring her thighs and pubic mound the entire time I had been kissing her breasts. Her wiry hair was wet, and mashed down from all the rubbing she had been doing. It occurred to me that her rubbing herself on my leg was probably all Jerome allowed her to do. Boy, was she in for a surprise! I saw she was milk chocolate on the outside, pink felt inside. She was the softest woman flesh I had ever felt, which reminded me of a creamy strawberry yogurt I once had. Her flavor was strong, very fishy, and I liked it at once. I started very slowly, kissing all around her thighs as I spread her open with my hands.
"Oh, yeah! Do that.! You're so good. Do me!" With this kind of reaction to my foreplay, I wondered how she would react once I started in licking her clit for real. I started licking up and down her wet slit, and she started going off on me.
