The three most slippery words in the English language are: "Just one time". For example, that's what my wife said when I took her to Vegas for our ten-year anniversary. And for six months, I thought those words were true. But then a conversation made me realize they might not be.
We (my wife Linda and I) were sitting on the couch relaxing, watching TikTok on our big-screen. I was rubbing her thigh through the blanket. She was absently rubbing my half-erect dick.
"Honey, do you remember that thing I did for you in Vegas?"
I nodded.
"Do you remember how I said it was 'just one time'?"
I nodded, and leaned over to give her a little kiss on the cheek.
"Well... there's this new guy at work, see..."
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Let me pause at this point to paint a few details.
Linda and I are a typical couple here in the village of Cherry Hills. One look at me, and you can instantly see I work in finance in the city. One look at Linda, and you can tell she was a sorority girl in her youth. She's got long, straight, natural blonde hair, huge natural tits, and a skinny little body. "Sex On A Stick", that's what we used to call girls like that. We met through playing volleyball. Picture a girl like Linda in those tiny little hot-shorts, with a top that you can't tell if it's supposed to be a shirt or a bra, jumping around playing volleyball. Is it any wonder I put a ring on her?? The only mystery is how another man didn't do it sooner!
As for 'one time only' in Vegas, well, let me warn you, I'm a little bit crazy. See, almost as soon as I grew up and discovered girls in general, I also discovered interracial cuckold porn. I may be 6'3" and I may be ruggedly handsome and ripped like a pro athlete. But in my *fantasies* you'll find me in the corner watching! Or better yet, staying home while Linda goes out God-only-knows-where, to come back God-only-knows-when, after being out all night with Mr. God-only-knows-how-anyone-could-be-that-BLACK. Yep, that's right, I'm that guy who's constantly spamming 4chan with 'Built for BBC' threads. Guy like me are why reddit's BNWO subs have so many subscribers. I'm that guy liking and subscribing to all the wife-goes-black porn vids, making sure they come up on your porn feed, and on your wife's porn feed. Yep, I'm that guy. But not Linda.
Linda was actually really conservative when I married her. She married me DESPITE my perverted fetish, not BECAUSE of it. And for an entire decade, she flat-out refused to make my fantasies real.
"I'm not into cheating", she would say. "And I'm not into black guys."
It wasn't until our ten-year anniversary that Linda gave in to my pleading. She agreed I could hire one of those black male hookers so popular at the Vegas strip. She said, "Just one time," about a million times. It was her ten-year-anniversary present to me. And damn was it a good one.
In the end, she was so shy, she didn't even let me watch. And yet still, I was in heaven, just listening! The sounds of my pretty little wife moaning and whimpering as her big black hired lover mounted her were exquisite. I almost passed out when I heard that hotel bed start squeaking.
"Oh!" I heard her say. "It's so big!" And then I heard her moaning.
But it was "Just one time," Linda swore up and down.
And until that conversation on the couch six months later, I believed her.
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"There's this new guy at work, see..."
Linda had this look on her face that she always gets when she's nervous or shy about something.
"His name is Jack. He's one of the new claims adjustors. He's been talking to me and hitting on me. He doesn't care that I'm married. He wants to take me out dancing. Well of course I say 'No' every time. But he's actually really good looking. I think I have a crush on him."
"Wow," I said. My dick was getting harder. Linda could feel it, and she picked up the pace of her rubbing.
"What does this Jack guy look like?"
"He's tall like you," said Linda. "Real muscular. He has the most amazing sense for fashion, baby. He smells good. He's got really great posture. He's really intelligent, too. I even know he has a huge cock: one time I could see the outline through his pants. Oh, and you'll love this next part, hun. He's... like... super... super... DARK... black."
My penis swelled up to full mast. Linda giggled.
"I thought you might like that," she said.
"Maybe he's just teasing," I said. "You're married. Maybe Jack just likes flirting with married girls. Knowing it won't go anywhere."
"That's what I thought," said Linda. "But I found out he's been intimate with two other girls at the office. Both married!"
"Whoah," I said. "Wait, how long has he been working there?"
"Less than two months!" Linda gushed.
"And he's already seduced two married women??"
"Three, if you count me."
"You mean...?" My heart fluttered.
"Well..."
Linda fidgeted nervously.
"I really do kind of like him... would it be okay if I went out with him, just one time, honey? I really mean it. Just one time."
I had to force myself not to pounce on Linda and over-enthusiastically encourage her. There was nothing in the world I'd love more than for my sexy little trophy wife to take a black lover!!
"Is this something YOU want to do? For YOU?" I said.
Linda nodded.
"You're really attracted to him?"
Linda nodded.
"Babe," I said, "if you like Jack, I would LOVE you to go out with him!"
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There's something else I should mention about that Vegas anniversary trip. It'll become relevant in the story later.
It's about that male hooker I hired for Linda. I didn't just pick him off the street. I hired him through an agency. You know: all professional and above-board.
The agency had insisted we both sign a disclaimer.
"The parties agree to waive all legal liability against the Agency in the event of any unforeseen consequences of this contract..."
I was reading the disclaimer out loud to Linda in the hotel room.
"...to include, but not limited to, the following. The Agency will not be held liable if Party 2 (the Wife) becomes addicted to Big Black Cock. The Agency will not be held liable if Party 2 (the Wife) becomes so obsessed with BBC that she goes BBC-only and makes Party 1 (the Husband) go permanently pussy-free..."
"Does that sort of thing really happen????" Linda asked the male hooker.
"Oh, yeah," said the male hooker. "It's not that unusual. That's why we make every couple sign this disclaimer."
"Well, it won't happen to us!" my wife said confidently. "I'm only doing this as an anniversary present. It's strictly a 'Just One Time' thing, Jamal."
"Whatever you say," Jamal chuckled.
He had probably had this same exact conversation with a thousand previous customers.
We signed the disclaimer, and the rest, as they say, is history...
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Two days after the conversation on the couch, I was helping Linda get dressed up for her date with Jack.
Linda was in the bathroom humming to herself while she finished her makeup. I was going through her wardrobe picking out clothes for her.
"One last time," said Linda, floating into the bedroom. "You're absolutely SURE that you're okay with this?"
"Baby, I think it's unbelievably erotic," I said. "You KNOW I always wanted you to have a black lover. That night you got blacked in Vegas was the most intensely erotic night of my life."
Linda took the thong I held out for her. It was a sexy little black number, my absolute favourite one, the one she would wear for me on my birthday or on Valentine's.
"Ooh!" said Linda, when she saw which thong I had picked for her. "I guess you really mean it!"
She slipped the thong on and sidled up to me. She reached down and rubbed my aching hard dick through my pants.
"Just don't get your hopes up TOO much." She whispered into my ear. "Remember, this is 'Just one time'."
It was sheer agony that night, waiting for Linda to come home. She swore she'd be home by midnight... but she wasn't.
It was after 3am when my wife finally staggered through the door!
I was still awake, reading in bed, with the blanket on. I was expecting my conservative wife would want to shower right away.
I was wrong.
Linda was a whole new woman.
She immediately peeled off her ravaged dress. The spicy little thong I loved so much? It was nowhere in site. (I found out later that Jack kept it as a trophy.) Linda's whole body was covered with hickies and bruises. But ESPECIALLY her breasts, and ESPECIALLY her mound (which I had helped her shave for her new lover).
Without any preamble, Linda pulled the blanket off me. She climbed onto my chest and started rubbing her pussy against me. Her pussy was GAPING loose and GUSHING with her lover's sperm. I guess Jack is really a lady's man, because it looked like pumped a couple gallons of seed into Linda!
In no time, my conservative faithful well-behaved wife was crouched over my face, grinding her well-used pussy into my lips. There was no time to think, no time to negotiate. All I could do was activate muscle memory. I opened my mouth and started devouring Linda's pussy.
"Oh baby, thanks so much for letting me do this," said Linda.
She was moving her hips and her big black lover's cum was just POURING out of her. I could hardly even swallow it, there was just so much of it. The alternative would be to drown in it! I had never even tasted my own cum before, much less another man's. And yet there I was, feasting on what felt like a RIVER of nasty black DNA.
I would have been disgusted to lick my wife's lover's sperm off a plate or something. But somehow it seemed natural, even erotic, to swallow it from her pussy.
"Baby, as soon as I started dancing with Jack, I knew I could never say no to him."
My wife's body went into a little mini-orgasm and she thrust her pussy down hard against my face. By this point I had Jack's cum all over my face. I was in pure animal instinct mode, licking and sucking my wife's ruined sex. Like some primal competitive part of me was trying to suck out all my rival's sperm. To keep it from reaching my wife's unprotected womb.
"Fuck that feels good when you eat me," said Linda.
"Darling, Jack took me to his place and it was magic. I never knew sex could ever feel so good. I just totally lost it, baby. He put me in some kind of sexual trance. He just kept fucking me and fucking me. I never wanted it to stop, baby. He was kissing me and biting me, and I was scratching him with my fingernails... Honey I completely forgot everything. Jack was the only thing in my world. I wanted that big black cock of his to ABSORB me. I wanted him to keep thrusting that thing in me until every last ounce of me just rubbed off onto him and there was nothing left of me!"
I grunted and started tongue-fucking my wife. She was still so flooded with her lover's cum I could hardly believe it. I was working out thick globs of cum with my hungry tongue. I swallowed greedily. The SMELL had me locked in a hypnotic trance. My penis was practically humming, I was so horny.
When I came out of my trance, Linda was somehow under the covers with me. We were tenderly embracing.
"I guess you had a good time..." I said, dumbly.
"Mmmmm..." said Linda. *kiss* *kiss*
"Was his cock as big as you thought it was?"
