The German Teacher Pt 02

"So you say you've been naughty?" Frank asked, looking at his beautiful darling wife right in front of him.

Sandra nodded, biting her lip in a sheepish and tipsy manner.

"What did you do? Did you have... sex?" Frank suddenly had to gulp.

Instead of giving him an answer, Sandra placed a finger on her lips, signaling him to stop talking. She took his hand into hers and gently but determinedly lead him to their bedroom.

As they were climbing the stairs, Frank had a magnificent view of his wife's firm ass, dressed in nothing but that tight, black skirt. Once more Frank became aware of her panties being gone since the tight fabric of the skirt didn't reveal their outline anymore. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened to them.

Once they were inside the bedroom, Sandra pulled Frank into their marriage bed, had him lie on his back and lay down on her side next to him. As he noticed the smell of alcohol in Sandra's breath, her hand quickly found the bulge his boner was forming through the jeans. Frank couldn't help but moan in pleasure as his wife started caressing it.

"Did you... did you sleep with him?" Frank managed to say as the sensations in his crotch were growing. "Did you sleep with Abam?"

"No, I didn't," Sandra answered. The disappointment in the air could be felt in an instant.

"What happened then?"

Sandra unzipped her husband's jeans, got his already hard cock out and started stroking it.

"Well, after I arrived at the refugee center, I was welcomed by Abam. He was so charming and gentle and kept looking after me the whole time. At first we just celebrated Bako's birthday in the common room, sitting on the floor around a table. It was all quite innocent, but I turned out to be the only white person there since Anna had dropped out because her son is ill."

The scene quickly invaded Frank's mind. He pictured his lovely wife sitting amid all those African revelers with her fair skin and her open, red hair in contrast to the others. His erection hardened, which Sandra met by a slight smile and a firmer grip around his shaft as she continued stroking him.

"The party progressed, and they kept serving incredibly delicious food, and -- as you can probably tell -- I had a few glasses of rum and coke," Sandra went on with a giggle. "It didn't take long for me to get quite tipsy, and as time went by, I found myself snuggling up against Abam behind me. I don't know why I did that; it was just an instinct. Abam gladly went along with that, put his hands around me and placed them on my tummy. Oh gosh, I can't find the words to describe the sensation that sent through my body!" Sandra exhaled dramatically.

"Were there other women, or were you the only one?" Frank asked, imagining his wife snuggling up against Abam, whom he could only envision as a mysterious, well-built black guy.

"I was the only one," Sandra answered, slowing down the movements of her hand but keeping up the firmness of her grip. "Some of the wives of the refugees are expected to arrive next week, but tonight, I was the only woman there. After a few hours that circumstance even began to bother me a little, because although those guys -- there were about 20 of them -- quickly got the idea that I was with Abam, they were constantly focused on me, chatting with me, offering me stuff and eying me up.

Sandra paused for a moment, and Frank could tell she was now coming to a far more delicate part of her report.

"When I was fed up with all the attention I got, I finally asked Abam if he wanted to show me his room," Sandra went on as her husband immediately adjusted his position to lie more comfortably. "He agreed with a big smile. Oh, Frank, he has such a beautiful smile with his bright teeth! Anyway, we got up, and -- under several protests of the others -- excused ourselves."

"So you really did go for it," Frank whispered. "Everyone of them knew what that meant..."

Frank had known all along what they were getting themselves into. However, the actual thought of Sandra actively taking the step to get intimate with someone else -- and an African refugee at that -- suddenly hit him with a cruel mixture of turmoil and arousal.

"Yes, darling, I know..." Sandra went on, "but although I'm very much attracted to Abam, my main motivation was to escape that overwhelming attention the group had been giving me."

Sandra's hand quickened the pace again. Her slender and loving fingers drove away her husband's worries in a heartbeat.

"So Abam took my hand and lead me down the corridor to his room, which he shares with Bako. I don't know what came over me, but as soon as I had closed the door behind me, I just put my arms around Abam's neck and kissed him. Maybe it was the joy of relief that he had 'saved' me from that situation, maybe my arousal finally took hold of me or maybe both, but my body simply took over, and I just made out with him."

Sandra's lips, her sweet innocent lips, on that African fellow's appeared in Frank's head. He pictured his darling wife's tongue dancing with that of her black partner. The thought was just as painful as it was arousing, intoxicating and enticing.

"What... What happened then?" Frank managed to say as Sandra's hands kept pleasuring him.

Sandra bit her lips. A tipsy gaze filled her eyes as she went on, "As we were kissing, Abam wasted no time and immediately caressed my whole body. His hands were exploring me. My breasts, my tummy, my ass and legs... just everything. It was so intensely exciting to have another man touch me there, Frank. It was a feeling I cannot possibly describe."

"Then he..." Sandra gulped. "Then he simply unbuttoned his trousers. He let them fall down and -- since he wasn't wearing any underwear -- revealed his cock. Frank, I've never ever seen anything like it. Neither of us uttered a word as he was just standing there in front of me with his cock sticking out. It was as huge as those you've shown me in those internet videos: incredibly long, thick, veiny and pulsing."

"Please! Please slow down, or I'm gonna cum right now!" Frank suddenly moaned. Sandra couldn't suppress a little smirk and complied.

"Well," she went on, "there I was, mesmerized by the biggest cock I've ever seen. We looked each other in the eyes, and -- it was so incredible -- no words were needed. Just as I was about to kneel down in front of him, he placed his large hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down. When I was on my knees, pure instinct took over. I opened my mouth, and although I had never handled anything that big before, my lips parted and I took his thick and musky cock in my mouth."

Sandra looked at Frank, "Are you really sure you want to hear this?" She was biting her lip.

"Yes!" Frank promptly answered. "Yes, by all means: continue!" Never before had he felt such an intense excitement taking control over his mind and body. It was as if he was just there next to them, witnessing what his wife had done.

"Ok," Sandra said and went on. "So I started sucking on his cock -- well, as far as I managed to - while I was caressing his balls with my left hand and his ass with my right. That went on for quite some time, when he suddenly told me in English that he wouldn't take long anymore and that he needed to have me."

"What... What happened then?" Frank asked like a little kid anxious to hear the rest of an exciting story.

"So I got up, took my thong off and raised my skirt. I couldn't help but feel a little proud of the horny look he got on his face when he saw me down there and my freshly-trimmed landing strip."

To Frank it all seemed like a story from one of his internet videos. There was the craving white wife with her sex exposed to the black man, ready to go and finally claim her.

"As I went on and unpacked the condom, however, he suddenly refused. I asked him in English what was going on, and he politely but determinedly told me that he would only have sex without a condom. He then presented me a new medical certificate to prove he was clean. Even when I told him I couldn't do it bare since I'm not on any birth control, he wouldn't put the condom on."

"But you didn't... Did you?" Frank anxiously asked, already imagining Sandra being taken bare by a large, black cock.

"No, of course not," Sandra answered. "Although he did try to convince me to do it without protection, I remained strong. However, I can't really say I wasn't tempted at all... Anyway, I didn't want the situation to turn sour so I quickly resumed sucking him."

"Oh god, thinking about you taking his black cock in your mouth is so fucking sexy, my darling!" Frank said, picturing his wife worshipping what her African student was offering her.

"I'm so glad, you're enjoying this, Frank," Sandra said with a smile on her face. "I wasn't quite sure if the decision to go for that was right, and you and our marriage popped into my mind quite frequently. Are you still sure you want to hear all of it?"

Frank, anticipating the big climax of his wife's adventure, just nodded. All too good did Sandra's treatment of his cock feel. All too eagerly was he looking forward to hearing about his innocent German wife's grand finale of the evening. Sandra smiled.

"So I kept sucking him, when he suddenly bent over me and took the condom I had opened. Although I was curious what he was going to do with it, I kept working on him as good as I possibly could. Finally I heard him moan heavily, and he shot a few jets of cum in my mouth. Suddenly, however, he withdrew himself from my mouth and directed his cock at the condom, which he must have had unrolled, and shot the rest of his big load inside of it."

"You... You swallowed?" Frank asked.

"Yes. At least a small part of it," Sandra answered with a sudden blush that gave her face a rosy complexion. "You know I've never wanted to try and swallow cum, but at that moment, it came without warning and I just gave in to the first reflex, which was to swallow. I hope you're not mad about that..."

"No, I'm not, darling," Frank put his wife at ease. "If you enjoyed it, it's totally fine with me."

In his wife's face Frank could see the relief his answer brought to her. A slightly sheepish grin and an even more reddish turn of her cheeks told him that it was the answer Sandra had hoped to hear.

"And then?" Frank asked. "What happened then?"

"Not much," Sandra answered. "When I noticed how late it was, I told Abam I needed to go home, which he understood. He thanked me for the wonderful evening, and walked me down to the street and kept me company while I was waiting for my taxi. If you're curious as to where my panties have gone: I gave them to him as a little souvenir. When the taxi arrived, we kissed briefly, and that's it."

The two spouses were looking in each other's eyes when, all of a sudden, Sandra reached in the nightstand, opened a condom and rolled it over Frank's throbbing cock with swift and skillful movements.

Holding her husband's surprised gaze, she said, "this is all too much for me. I need to be fucked right now! I need to cum!"

Within a moment, she swung her leg around Frank to straddle him, raised her black skirt and guided Frank's rock-hard cock at her opening. A passionate gasp escaped her mouth as she let her body obey gravity and sink down on her husband.

"Oh gosh, Frank, that's what I've needed!" Sandra exclaimed and started fiercely rocking her hips back and forth as her moans were getting wilder and louder.

"You wanted to do this, didn't you? You wanted to do this with Abam!" Frank didn't think. His words slipped out of his brain and immediately landed on his tongue.

"Uh-huh, honey!" Sandra answered with closed eyes. "I would've loved that!"

"And he would've loved it too," Frank went on, sensing his own horniness taking over. "He would've loved to enter you with his bare, African cock!"

"Oh god, this is so naughty, Frank! It would've been so risky!" Sandra moaned, but the pace of her movements never decreased a bit.

"I want you to imagine it, darling," Frank went on. "I want you to imagine his black, African cock going in and out of your innocent, German pussy. Imagine how he claims you, subdues you!"

"Uh! Oh honey, this is so intense!" Sandra moaned. "This makes me horny beyond belief!"

"You like the idea, don't you?" Frank went on, almost not believing his own words. "You like the idea of Abam fucking you bare while I, your husband, am only allowed to enter you with a condom."

Sandra's hips began to move harder and harder. Her moans practically pierced the air of their bedroom.

"Yes, baby!" Sandra managed to say. "Yes, I do like that idea! Letting him do it unprotected with me exclusively with your approval is so freaking naughty and thrilling! He'd have to pull out though. Before he cums."

"And where would you want him to cum?" Frank asked, sensing he wouldn't last very much longer as his wife's firm, little ass was rocking up and down his condom-covered shaft, pounding against his thighs.

"Let me show you!" Sandra said, and as Frank's curios eyes were fixed upon her, she stopped, bent to the side and took something out of her purse next to the bed.

Sandra's hand came up again and in front of her face she was holding a very large condom, filled with a good amount of liquid and tied up at the end.

Frank immediately realized it had to be the condom Sandra had talked about, and the liquid inside was Abam's cum.

As Sandra resumed fucking her husband, her other hand revealed a pair of scissors. With a tiny snap, Sandra cut the tied end of the condom off and threw the scissors on the floor.

"You want to know where I'd want Abam's cum?" Sandra said, raised the condom up and guided the open end between her lips. Frank couldn't believe his eyes as Sandra lifted the other end of the condom and let the load of cum run down into her mouth.

"Oh lord, this is so hot, darling!" Frank exclaimed.

Sandra couldn't hide a little smirk.

"Do you enjoy watching your wife drink the cum of her African lover?" Sandra teased him.

Frank nodded.

"Do you want me to get more of it?"

Frank nodded again, this time more eagerly.

"Should I invite him to come over tomorrow night?"

"Yes!" Frank answered. "Yes, please do! Oh god, I'm going to cum soon!"

Sandra smiled and rose the pace of her movements to full speed.

"Honey, I'm cumming any moment too!" Sandra said. "I love you so much! So very, very much!"

"I love you too, darling!" Frank replied, seconds away from his orgasm.

Both their climaxes started simultaneously. As Frank unleashed his cum into his condom, Sandra's body began to twitch and shiver while a powerful orgasm was rocking through her body.

They both remained in that position for some moments. Half-dressed and completely spent they were looking at each other.

"Did you really mean it?" Frank began, feeling quite less aroused in post-orgasmic clarity as his wife gently went off him and lay down next to him. "Would you really consider doing it without protection? I mean, he may have a medical certificate proving that he's clean, but he could still... you know... knock you up."

Sandra, still tipsy and aroused, just smiled.

"Oh baby," she answered, caressing her husband's cheek, "I don't know. It's so hot when we talk about it during sex, and I must admit that I'm quite tempted, but I wouldn't do anything we're not both comfortable with!"

Both Frank and Sandra turned on their side to face each other.

"Are you still okay with me inviting him over tomorrow?" Sandra asked, biting her lip.

Frank took a moment to think about it once more. He would be naïve to think nothing serious would happen if they went through with it. On the other hand, serious things had already happened in the refugee center.

"Well, it couldn't hurt to get to know him, could it?" Frank heard himself speak.

"I guess not," Sandra said with a loving smile.

Everything was happening so quickly. A few weeks ago, the lives of both Frank and his wife had been so ordinary and vanilla, and now he was lying beside his beautiful, young wife, who had given a blowjob to an African refugee just mere hours ago. If someone had ever told him that story, he most certainly would have laughed at the silliness and unlikelihood of the plot.

However: there they were.

The emotional ride, the anticipation and their actions had finally taken their toll on them, and it didn't take long until both Frank and Sandra just doze off next to the other.

Frank slightly opened his eyes. Saturday morning had already filled their bedroom with the light of a fresh winter's day. He looked to his side and found Sandra's place deserted.

Suddenly it all came back. Had his wife really sucked that Abam's cock? Was he really coming over that night? Goosebumps began to form on his arms, and he could feel the blood increasing the pressure in his cock.

"Breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes, honey!" Sandra's voice sounded from the kitchen, accompanied with the sweet smell of fried eggs and bacon.

"I'll be there!" Frank replied, thankful for the opportunity to take a quick shower and deal with his hardened issue.

Under the shower, Frank immediately started working on his cock. As the warm water was running down his body, he was stroking himself, imagining his naughty, little wife with her black lover. Her lips around his thick and dark shaft, her head bouncing back and forth while her hands were exploring his balls and ass.

Her petite, Teutonic body was there to serve her African master. All her focus and care was directed at his pleasure and delight.

Frank only lasted for about three minutes and spilled his seed in the shower. When his cum was captured by the running water, he watched it sink into the drain, and he grinned.

To Frank's pleasant surprise, Sandra decided not to bring up the night before during breakfast, and the married couple could enjoy their first Saturday meal as they always had. They read the paper and discussed recent political events and issues they were having at work.

"So about tonight," Sandra finally said. "I've texted Abam and asked him whether he was up for watching some soccer with us. He replied within a minute and said he would love that. He's coming over at half past eight."

It was happening. It was finally happening. Frank was going to encounter the African man who had taken his German wife's marital innocence.

"Ok." Frank gulped. "So this is really happening, isn't it?"

Sandra got up and went around the table in the living room towards her husband. Her lose, little white robe was swaying with her steps, revealing the little top and boxer shorts she was wearing.

"Move backwards," Sandra said with a sexy but assertive voice.

Frank, taken by surprise, did as his wife had said and pushed himself and the chair back.

Sandra wasted no time and knelt down in front of her husband, still sitting in his chair. She folded her arms on his thighs and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Yes, Abam's coming tonight," Sandra said softly. "If you're not comfortable with that, I can call it off at any moment. Do you want me to call it off?"

Frank was looking at his wife. Her blue eyes were focused on his, and the look she was giving him told Frank she was serious.

"Wi... Will anything happen tonight?" Frank asked. "Will there be more than just handshakes and friendly small talk?"

"I don't know," Sandra replied. "Do you want anything to happen?"

Frank's mind was running fast. Yes, the fantasy of Sandra and Abam was such a turn on for him, but when it came to actually making decisions, Frank felt himself hesitant.

"I'm not sure, Sandra. Listening to you talking about it is one thing. I don't know I could stand witnessing it."

"Imagine it, honey," Sandra said. "Imagine me, naked. Imagine me kneeling in front of him, offering my mouth to him."