Game Night 35

John and Samantha watched the moving van roar off before looking back at their first house. "This is so fucking perfect," Sam sighed, "the lawn, the neighborhood, the kitchen, the pool..." she said.

"The bedroom, the hot tub, the game room," John added. He admired the lawn, the porch, the tall maples...the perfect house.

The young couple had received a loan from Samantha's parents right after they graduated from college and got married. They both found jobs outside the city and this house was just 20 minutes from John's job and 30 from Samantha's.

"Well, we can't use any of those until we finish unpacking," The cute blonde sighed, "We'll use the hot tub as a reward when we are all unpacked."

John thought about the future opportunities with the secluded backyard. No neighbors could see in unless they climbed one of the many trees. They could get naked and do whatever they wanted without worrying. Samantha was not just beautiful with an incredible body, she wanted John to enjoy her body as much as he wanted.

They met in their Freshman year and have been inseparable ever since. Perhaps the one downside was she might be too beautiful. Men were constantly flirting with her, often right in front of John. Long straight golden hair, full breasts, tight muscular abs, tight ass, and long slender, yet muscular legs. All that on a slender, lithe frame. Many times her driver's license was scrutinized when she went into bars.

He hated that he was the jealous type, hated that Sam was overly friendly with the guys, hated the guys didn't try to hide their attempts to seduce her. More than once, he'd almost come to blows with his friends. He wished she weren't so damn friendly or he weren't so damn jealous. College is tough as you see hundreds of people your age. But out here in the country, this should not be an issue. Their neighbors were all in their 50s and 60s. Not a threat to flirt.

It took a week to unpack everything and even so they found time to have sex. Perhaps without the periodic breaks, they could have unpacked in three days but neither complained. Finally, they finished and felt that they could relax.

John came home with takeout and a bottle of wine. "Tonight, we break in the hot tub," he said, "Naked. We can actually get in naked," he smiled. "...and just the two of us." In college, they had a communal hot tub and wanted just once to have sex in it but even though they were often alone, it wasn't the most private place on campus.

They went out to the back patio in their robes and even though they knew no one was around, they still looked around. No one spied on them in the trees. Then, they dropped the robes onto the chairs and climbed in.

"This is incredible," John sighed as he admired Sam's breasts floating in the roiling waters. "No one around, no horny guys putting the moves on you." The night before, they went to try out what looked like the local bar. It reminded John of the pubs he found in England.

Samantha shook her head, "They were just being friendly. You know none of the guys would ever do that to you. I think they were just baiting you because you always bite."

John nodded, "Jim told me the same thing though it seems like they were pretty overt when they thought I wasn't around. Anyhow, water under the bridge, and right now all I want is for you to get on my lap,' he said.

Samantha giggled as she straddled her husband's lap. He was already hard not that that was anything unusual. He was hard against her a half-dozen times a day. She rubbed her pussy against his hard shaft. She loved how huge his cock got, even though it always took a few minutes for her to get used to him stretching her out.

John cupped the perfect tight globes as he kissed his wife. She was rubbing her nipples against his chest while her slick slit was sliding up and down the length of his cock. Damn! He had to be the luckiest man in the world. You can have those cinematic sex stars or the supermodels. Samantha Evers was the hottest, sexiest, most virile woman he'd ever seen and she was eager for his cock..

Sam was feeling electric shocks run from her erect nipples to her throbbing pussy. She often felt that giving a lap dance might be a lot better since John's cock always hurt when he first entered her, and this always felt great.

Samantha was panting into his mouth as she ground onto his cock but he wanted to get inside her. He lifted her up and bent her over the edge of the tub. His favorite view of her. Her ass glowed under the lights and her swollen slit was flared and waiting for his cock. He pressed his plump head against her and pushed. He listened to her deep grunts when he slid inside. It was so primal, so animalistic it sent a rush through him every time he heard her respond.

Samantha groaned as she felt the slight pain as the plump head popped inside her. 'Fuck!" she gasped as he pulled out and pushed in again. With each insertion, the pain faded and the wonderful feeling of being fucked grew. Soon, she took over and slowly pushing back against him, took him deeper inside her pussy.

For no reason, as she felt John's cock fill her up she thought of the three men who unloaded the moving van. All looked like former NFL players, probably linebackers. As it was a hot day, they didn't wear shirts and their ebony bodies glistened in the sun. Whenever John wasn't around, the men would make lewd suggestions. At first, one of the men commented on how great she looked. When she didn't take offense, the comments became more and more brazen. One of the men even told her that she made him so hard he could carry her to the upstairs bedroom without using his hands. Then she looked at the long snake in his pants before nodding and saying with a smile, "I'll bet you could." Then his buddy grabbed his crotch and added, "If he needs help, I can help out from behind." That thought made everything inside her boil up.

She ensured that John was nowhere around as she feared he might get one of his jealous fits. This was purely flirting and she might be tempted but she'd never cheat on him...though as she flirted, their fat shafts became a lot more pronounced.

John was pressed against her back groping her huge tits. He had large hands but he couldn't cover more than half of each tit. His wife's grunts were getting deeper in her throat and she thrusting back rapidly. As he pulled on her nipples she cried out she was cumming. She always came and usually fairly quickly but this was almost a record. The record was their first session in the new house. The sound of the moving van was barely gone before he and Sam were naked on the couch in the living room. He couldn't have been inside her for more than 30 seconds before she came. That was when he knew for sure that buying this house was the right move.

Samantha's head was filled with long fat black cocks as she came for a long time grinding her body against John. When she felt the last orgasmic wave fade she wondered where these fantasies about black men came from? She knew tons of blacks in college...was it their sweaty glistening bodies? Their bold, confident sexual suggestions? The outlines of their huge cocks? That was it, she thought as she pressed her face into the ledge. John's cock was fat, the thickest she ever had but thick and long? It was just a fantasy but so powerful she could almost feel those men inside her.

John pulled out and turned Samantha around, sitting her on the edge. He slammed his cock back into her pussy and then pressed his mouth onto a fat tit. His thighs plowed through the hot water as he thrust into the small woman's tight pussy. He could hear his wet ballsack slapping against Sam's ass. The aching in his balls increased as his wife let out a deep groan.

Just as John slammed once more into her pussy, Samantha had another image of those glistening bodies which triggered another intense explosion. They held each other as their simultaneous orgasms swept through their bodies.

After they both came, John pulled out and collapsed into the water. Samantha lay back panting. Ever since those movers came to the house, her orgasms were so powerful it was as if they might injure her...but if this is what being injured feels like she might take more risks.

That night, they made love once again and once again, Sam came twice and each time with more graphic images of naked black men. She wished she could tell John about her latest fantasies but she knew he'd react by making sure she was shielded from any potential temptations. One time she commented how one of their friends was hot and John started distancing himself from him.

The young couple settled into their new environs, John joining a group that met for golf twice a week, Samantha hitting the local gym three days a week. As a former gymnast, she took pride in her fitness and flexibility. Her career was derailed when she developed her 32DD breasts. Her coach sat her down and told her she should look into cheerleading or something less violent. When he said that, his eyes looked directly at her massive breasts. She couldn't argue. Her floor routine was thrown off as her boobs flopped around, and she swore the judges were so distracted by her chest that they downgraded her scores.

Their work schedule allowed them afternoons as both started early in the day.

"You know, you could come to the gym. You're starting to get a little soft," Samantha said as she patted his stomach.

"'I know. I think it's the beers on the course and after," he sighed, "I'm just 25 and I feel middle-aged. Playing golf and sipping beer with these guys."

Samantha laughed, "We're not there yet. Come with me on Friday. You can meet my workout partners. We push and spot each other. You'd like them," she said. Actually, she prayed that John like them. These guys were smart and funny, and never once made a single suggestive comment. They were becoming friends. She was surprised when John agreed to come.

"You've mentioned Tony, Charles, and David. I would like to meet them," he said, "plus," he patted his stomach, "I need to tackle this before it gets to be too much." He assumed Samantha's workout partners would be middle-aged men attempting to reclaim their tight bodies from their early adolescence.

That Friday, John changed into his workout clothes and saw what Samantha was wearing. 'Holy crap! You wear that every time you work out?" he asked.

Samantha looked down and shook her head. "I have a few different ones. I have to wash them before I can wear them again," she said.

'John shook his head, "I mean...you look almost naked." His wife had on a lavender Lycra body suit and he could see every curve as if she were naked. She wasn't wearing panties or a bra.

Samantha sighed, "Not much different than when I competed. Come on, let's get going. I have an hour-long routine I want to get through."

John had always imagined Samantha was wearing grey sweatpants and a tee shirt over a thick sports bra but this was almost bedroom wear. He really hoped these workout buddies of hers were 50 and 60-year-old men, otherwise...he could feel his pulse quicken as twinges of jealousy hit.

Sam led her husband into the club where she signed him in as a guest.

"Sir? Before you can use any of the equipment we require a quick physical assessment. Can you come with me? Sam, your partners are on the treadmills warming up," the man said as he admired her body. If only every client they had looked even half as good as she did, he thought. "My name's Drew and we'll make sure we get you started off right," he smiled.

John wanted to see Sam's 'friends' but he could hear the treadmills around the corner. He followed the powerfully built man to a room with a variety of equipment. He took off his shirt, which he hated to do since it had been a couple of years since he had much definition.

Drew connected some sensors to him and had him go through a series of low-resistance exercises while checking a monitor against the wall. The entire process took just 15 minutes and when he was done, he was worn out. If he felt like this with just a few easy tasks how would he feel after an hour?

Drew handed him a printout, "OK. Here are a few machines along with weights and reps I recommend. These are starting points and I don't care if the weights seem too light, stay with those for the first couple of weeks. You can increase the weights as you feel you need it. I'm always here for a reassessment so keep that in mind." He pointed to the elliptical, "I recommend starting there."

It was another half hour before John found Samantha. She was bench-pressing 125 lbs. with a tall, very muscular black man spotting her. The man didn't look as though he was ogling his wife's body but there was no avoiding how hot she looked lying on the bench. His crotch was just above her forehead as she flexed her pecs. John hated how long he looked at the mass stretching the lycra shorts. Her legs were spread on the bench and her camel toe was quite pronounced.

Samantha saw her husband just as she strained out one last rep. She sat up massaging her chest muscles and grinned when she saw John walk over. "Hey Babe!" she said as she stood up. "Charles, this is my husband! Normally, he's out on the golf course but I hope he'll be joining us regularly."

Charles had a wide toothy smile as he put out his hand, "Welcome. The more the merrier. Your wife talks about you all the time. You really rebuilt a 63 Vette? The split window? Man, you're my hero."

At first, John was pissed that Sam had latched onto a great-looking fit partner but if she were talking about him that had to be a good sign. "Yes. My dad's, and he kept it in mothballs but I had to completely rebuild the engine." He looked at his wife, "we'll have to drive it here next time. You can take it out," he said. He looked around, "Where are Tony and David?"

Charles looked over his shoulder, "Working on their abs. Come on, I'll introduce you."

As he turned away, John looked again at the long snake running under the Lycra shorts. He looked at Sam who also checked him out before looking up quickly. This explains a lot. Every night after Samantha works out, they have sex more and she has multiple orgasms. The other nights, she's quieter and cums just once. Does she have fantasies about black men? Black cock? Or, are these more than fantasies?

He numbly followed Charles and Sam around a few machines until they saw two black men, one doing sit-ups with what looked to be a 50 lb. weight on his chest, and the other spotting him.

"Guys. This here is Sam's husband. Too bad you're being a pussy with such a small weight," he said with a smile. "This guy is Tony," Charles indicated the tall man spotting. He indicated the muscular man straining to do one more sit-up, "this is David. Come on, man. You can do another," he urged.

David groaned and John could see the veins bulge in the man's neck and temples as he grunted loudly. He didn't give up and was able to do one more. As soon as he sat up, Tony pulled the heavy weight off his chest. John's ribs would have been crushed under the weight but David grabbed it effortlessly before putting on the rack.

The two men came over, putting out their hands. "Any husband of Sam's a friend of ours," David said.

Tony's hand engulfed John's but didn't use much force, "You really rebuilt a Stingray? Classic...man, I'm envious...well, even without the car, I'm envious," he grinned as he looked at Samantha.

John watched the foursome as they went to various machines with weights that would kill John. He excused himself and went over to the machines that Drew suggested. He was warring with himself over whether to join the club and get himself back in shape. The problem was that he'd never be at the same level as Samantha's friends but on the other hand, he did need to get himself back in shape.

When the group finished, they found John doing his leg presses. No one commented on how few plates there were but instead asked if he wanted to be spotted. He wanted to hate these guys but they were friendly, helpful, and non-judgemental. When he finished, his legs felt wobbly but tried to hide it.

"Sam, Andrew's? We're going to shower and change. Meet you out here?" Tony asked.

"John? You up for a beer? We reward ourselves with one drink after a good workout," she said. Samantha picked up his sheet and looked at it, "This is pretty good. You did all of these?" she asked.

John had felt humiliated that his routine was barely 10% of what these guys were doing, "yeah. Not very impressive."

Sam handed the sheet to Charles who shook his head, "Your first time out in a while? I'd cut back a bit. You'll be hurting tomorrow. This is an aggressive routine for your first time," he said shaking his head.

John was feeling better about these guys as he followed them into the changing area. He stopped feeling better about these guys when they got naked to head to the showers. A good 8 inches of fat cock dangled between each of their legs making his soft 3 inches seem like it wasn't even there. To make it worse he swore he could hear the loud slapping of cocks against thighs. If his 3" became 6" when erect, how fucking big do these guys get hard? he wondered. Then he wondered why of all the things to look at were their cocks?

John's brain was spinning as they headed out to the car. Tony came with him and Sam while Charles and David climbed into David's Range Rover. He wished they were alone as he had questions. All these guys were great but he still had questions.

He'd never heard of a place called Andrew's but the theme was apparent as soon as he entered. He guessed the owner was former Air Force as the entire bar was filled with Air Force paraphernalia, especially from Andrew's Air Force Base. They found a table in the back by a pool table.

"You play?" Charles asked John. "Sam doesn't play and totally sucks," he smiled.

John chuckled. Charles overstated his wife's pool skills. "No shit. I had her as a partner a few times back in college but she tries, I'll give her that." He picked up a cue and sighted down the shaft before rolling it on the table. Shockingly, it wasn't warped. "I do play. Been a while so I'm rusty but I can hold my own."

"Cool, Sam, you can cheer us on. Lag for break? Closest and farthest pair up?" Charles asked.

The waitress came around and the 4 men ordered beers while Samantha asked for a glass of white wine. Charles and John teamed up against the other two and it was soon clear that John was the superior player.

Samantha became Charles and John's cheerleader which resulted in both Charles and John getting hugs. It had to be John's imagination but Sam seemed to hug Charles a bit longer but Charles never let his hands stray. He had no reason to feel jealous but his stomach hurt just the same.

During a break, he found he was alone with Samantha. She looked at him, "What do you think of these guys? They're great, aren't they?"

John nodded, "I like them, they are nice guys," he said.

"But. You are thinking, but..." Sam said.

He shook his head, "I'm just wondering. Why are they black? I mean, why work out with black guys?"

Sam laughed, "I assume their parents were black. Do we have to send you back to school? Basic genetics?"

"What did he just ask?" Davis said from behind them. "Why are we black?'

John stepped back, "That wasn't exactly my question. It was more, 'Why didn't you find another woman to help out'...or, 'a middle-aged guy.' I wasn't trying to sound racist."

Charles came over, "Well, you failed. If you're questioning why Sam paired up with us, I approached her on her first day. I asked if she needed a spotter and since I was there with David and Tony we became a workout team."

John blushed, "I feel stupid. I was wondering about whether..." he trailed off.