Author's Notes: This is another chapter in my story about Eve. Please read the previous chapters for background on the characters and story plot before reading this chapter.
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It was about six months after I became a shared wife that Frank came for his regular visit. I'd had sex with Frank several times, and still had problems accepting his large cock into my pussy. But I still loved to fuck that cock, that wonderful, large cock with the bulging veins.
After Frank had fucked me for over an hour, and had given me at least five orgasms, we were finished for the night. I lay on the bed, legs spread apart, my wrecked pussy tingling in pleasure, and aching in pain. It was such a different feeling that I had with no other man.
Frank sat at the end of the bed, turned, and spoke to me.
"I hate to say this Eve, but this may be the last time." Frank spoke slowly and seriously. "Or maybe the last time for the next year or so."
"What?" I exclaimed. I tried to sit up, but my body was too exhausted to even raise up.
"I've been hired for a yearlong project back on the East coast. It is a great opportunity, and pays a ridiculous amount of money. I don't see how I can arrange our monthly hookups from that distance." He said. I could tell he was sad to give me this news.
"So just a year?" I asked, hopeful that he would then come back.
"If the job works out, it may become permanent." He replied.
Tears of sadness filled my eyes. "I will miss you, and your fabulous large cock. You know I really love the way you fuck me."
He dressed and left. I never did see Frank again. I didn't know it then, but the job back East later became permanent and he never returned to our town.
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Three days later, I was having sex with Bill at bedtime. Earlier in the afternoon, I'd had a quickie 'afternoon delight' with our neighbor Jerry. This had been my first sex since Frank on Saturday.
As was our custom, Bill and I were having sex while talking sex; my last sex with Frank, my afternoon quickie with Jerry, and tonight's sex with Bill. I love Bill so much, and sex with him is always an amazing experience. Maybe he doesn't thrill my pussy like some other men. But he makes my heart sing. And that makes him my most favorite lover, even after all these other men and sexual encounters.
"You're going to miss Frank, aren't you?" Bill asked. I knew that he knew the answer already. Bill knew every ounce of my body and could guess almost every thought in my head.
"You know I'll miss that cock, that amazing, large cock." I said. "I just have some sort of addiction to having my pussy painfully stretched every once in a while. I can't explain it. It hurts so bad, and yet feel so good."
"Babe, you've told me that a hundred times at least." Bill said. "The real question is do we need to find another such cock for you?"
The thought perked me up. Bill was willing to help me find another big cock to wreck my pussy once a month or so.
"You know I do." I answered him. "When do we start? Where do we look?"
"Eve, I'm sure you heard the rumors about big black cock. I can't say it's always true, but I remember those days in gym class in high school, and the showers afterward. The black kids had the biggest dicks. I know you're not racist. Want to look for a big black cock?"
I looked up at Bill with hope. He was on top of me, missionary position. Maybe a big black cock would fill this special need. My pussy throbbed at the thought and squeezed Bill's cock a bit tighter.
Bill looked down at the union of our bodies. He had felt the squeezing on his cock.
"I think I have your answer." He said with a laugh and began pumping his cock into me a bit quicker. "I may know someone already."
"Who?" I asked with some urgency.
"Let's finish and then I can tell you." He replied.
It didn't take long for me to orgasm, especially with the prospect of new big cock to fuck. Bill came shortly after I did. We lay there and cuddled in the afterglow of our sex, and then he sat up in bed next to me.
"I know you've seen that young black man that jogs down our street almost every morning. A big young black man." Bill started.
"Yeah, I've seen him. But we don't know who he is, or where he lives, do we?" She replied.
"His name is Sam. He's 25 years old. And he is big, six foot five inches, 255 pounds, and all muscle. He was a football player in college. He played linebacker. Now he's graduated, has a great job, he's single, and he lives several blocks over. He runs every morning about two miles as part of his daily exercise routine to stay in shape."
"So how do you know so much?" I asked.
"I asked him. He came by Monday morning and I was out there to meet him. I ran with him a short while and asked some questions. I couldn't keep up with his pace, so he slowed to a walk for me, but only for a short distance to answer a few questions. Then he sped up and left me in his dust."
Bill then suggested a way I could meet him and judge whether he might be interested in what we wanted.
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Early the next Saturday morning I was dressed in skimpy running shorts, a tight crop top that barely kept my 36D breasts in place, and some running shoes. I knew I couldn't run at Sam's pace, so I needed a way to get him to stop and notice me. I was pretended to be pulling weeds along the curb when Sam came by.
"Hello there." I said sweetly, but loud enough that he could hear me.
"Hello." Sam said. He had taken one look at me and came to a complete stop. Step one accomplished.
"Hello." I repeated. "I've seen you running out here often. You must live around here. My name is Eve." and I stuck out a hand in greeting.
"Hello Eve. I'm Sam." he replied as he shook my hand. I held the handshake a bit long, to hold his attention. I needed worry as his eyes were locked on my big tits.
"Yes, I live several blocks over. I run out here almost every day. However, I don't think I've seen you out here. I would have remembered." he said with a nod towards my breasts.
"I'm not usually out this early." I replied, which was misleading as I am almost never outside. I changed the subject.
"Care for some water, or something to nibble upon?" I asked as I gently shook my tits in front of him.
He couldn't resist the bait.
"Uh, yes I would." he replied.
I led him to our door and we went inside. Then I lead him back to our kitchen and breakfast table. He sat at the table while I fetched a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Bill and I had intentionally left my photo book on the table. He noticed the book, but didn't touch it.
As I handed him the bottle of water, I stood next to him and put my arm on his large muscular shoulder. God was he big and strong. I hoped that all his 'equipment' was in similar shape.
"Want to see my pictures?" I asked. "My husband likes to take photos of me and he created this book for me. Open it. Take a look. Maybe you will like some of my photos."
Sam opened the bottle of water and then opened the book. He quickly flipped through the first few pages of me in party dresses. He spent a little longer with the lingerie pictures, and almost stopped completely with my nude photos.
