Personally, I hate these preambles giving away some of the main events of the story but be noticed that there will be explicit and pornographic descriptions of bi-sex (mmf) and gay sex in the story.
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Her eyes were round and her forehead wrinkled as she was raising her eyebrows in astonishment. The suggestion I made to her had to sound crazy. She leaned in very close to me at the prison's visiting room table and asked in a whisper if I was somehow forced or blackmailed into doing such a proposal to her.
"No no, it's nothing like that. My cellmate is just someone I had gotten to know really well and you and I can help him out if we want." I told Amy. And in many more words, I assured her that I would never do anything that would put her in some sort of danger.
"But a strange man? Living with me maybe even for three months before you will come home? Are you really sure about it?" she shook her head at it.
"Well yes. And I didn't mention it yet but he is black." I added as I knew it had to be said.
I would have paid a thousand bucks for all of her thoughts as I saw this new information sink in. For a moment she then thought that I was pulling her leg. In her opinion, I just could not be serious about such an outrageous idea considering our history. When she realized I was not kidding she nervously laughed about the whole idea and still resisted,
"Honey, please. Are you sure this is a good idea? And I have to ask do you have some sexual angle in this? I mean the reason you are here in the first place is that you had this thing for a black woman and everything that came with it."
I must have blushed when she mentioned sex but if she noticed she did not say anything. As calmly as possible I explained to her that first and foremost I thought that Xavier really needed our help. And I did not mention anything about sex but I did comment that he was a really nice guy and she and he would probably get along really great. After all my reasoning she promised to consider it.
Why did I do it? During the months I had spent with Xavier it had become absolutely clear he had formed a fetish-like interest in Amy. He had never seen her in person but looking at her pictures was one of his favorite thing to do whenever I was fellating him.
To myself, I explained it so that Xavier just really needed help but some small forbidden compartment of me probably wanted something to happen. Even Xavier had asked me if I was sure about this when I told him. But he did not require as much convincing as Amy. He also thought that it was much better for him to start a new life than to return to his old ways. Boldly he even stated that it would be good that he would be there making sure Amy would not feel lonely.
After we agreed on it he just thanked me elaborately and even gave me a small daytime kiss on the lips which was still a rare occasion between us. And then when the lights were out he gave me a hard fuck with his powerful cock making me bite the pillow.
On Xavier's last night, he had fixed us a hall pass to the conjugal visiting area once more. There he made love to me. Both of us favored some sort of doggy-style position but during that night, we spend a long time in missionary just kissing and embracing each other. His cock was naturally inside of me the whole time but it was still much more sensual fucking than we would usually do.
Amy had finally agreed to the plan and I tried to visualize how the two of the most important persons of my life would meet outside the prison walls. She would be there picking Xavier up.
I was able to restrain myself in the daytime but when the evening came I masturbated thinking of them. There were no longer any excuses for me. As well as I had accepted my lust for black cock I was starting to accept the fact that it excited me a lot thinking about some big and powerful man taking my girl from me.
There had been no open discussion about it either with Xavier or Amy. I did not give them permission to do it or anything like that. And I had not told them I fantasized about it constantly. But to myself, I was no more lying. As some part of me was gay so was some other part a cuckold.
In my mind, I was sure that Xavier would at least try to get into Amy's bed. That was part of why I loved and lusted for him. He was THE alpha male. As weird as it is I expected him to make a move on my girl.
About Amy, I was not sure. There was a decent chance she would like Xavier a lot as he was a gorgeous man and intelligent enough to make a good conversation. But maybe she would resist the temptation, who knows? It all depended on what she thought about my motives for sending a big black man to live with her.
My final guess was that she would not go for it if she didn't think that it was something I would approve of. But if there was even a small part of her estimating that it was something I wanted there was a chance she may go along with it. Based on all the times we had role-played and talked about Booker while having sex it had to be evident to her that the cuckold fantasy was something I enjoyed.
Now that Xavier was gone I could no longer suck and fuck his cock each night. I had to settle on tugging my penis while visualizing them fucking at my house. In my bed. Maybe Amy would be between his legs sucking him off just like I had done for such a long time.
There still were some feelings of jealousy involved in it all. And it went in all directions. Thinking that Amy would prefer Xavier's cock and love-making skills better than mine was painful but also when I thought that I could never give pussy to Xavier as Amy could was just as horrible thought. My worst nightmare would be if they would fall in love with each other and I would be left alone. But most of the time I thought that no matter what happened they would always love me in return.
The fresh fish status did not suit me anymore and I had now some contacts and even some sort of inmate friends. Still, I did wonder if I would have to watch out for potential rapists. Some inmates probably had guessed correctly that I and Xavier were doing it but it was a private thing between cellmates and I was not a publicly known prison bitch. So I expected that nothing would happen on that account.
Unfortunately, I was wrong. The gangbangers from the very first days of my imprisonment cornered me in the yard. What they had to say to me was pretty much the same as they had said to me before. They even sneered at me asking if I remembered them and stating that my boyfriend was not there to protect me anymore.
Once more I had no idea what to do about it. And strangely enough, once more I was saved. As they were bullying me and telling me to meet them in the showers that evening a skinny American-Italian guy called Mickey "the Stick" came to us. Widening his hands he talked to us all,
"Boys, boys, boys. I'm afraid there has been some sort of unfortunate misunderstanding. Xavi may have left the building but you nitwits are sorely mistaken if you think his boy here is a free game. Oh no not at all."
