Veronica Gets Fucked

Veronica gets fucked

Veronica's sister set her up the be Blacked

I was looking at a text from my younger stepsister Ashley. She wanted to go out. I sighed inwardly. We go out about once a month. Ashley is my best friend. I kind of knew why she was single. She was the wild one. She loved black men. The idea of her and settling down and getting married was not an option.

My name is Veronica. I'm 32 years old and I've known Ashley for 20 years. However I'm not single like her. I've been married to Sam for 10 years now. I love Sam. We've been together for 15 years all through school. I like going out and reliving some of those memories.

Not that I had a bad marriage. I had a great marriage. Sam treats me well and loves me. He is attentive, loving, and enough of a bad boy to keep things interesting in bed. I love him and love being married to him.

On the other hand going to clubs was fun. At 32 I was often mistaken for a younger woman. I got my share of looks. I was 5'5" and about 135lbs I kept in good shape. I have brown and a slim 34c figure. It was flattering to know other men were interested in me.

Ashley of course was no help. Although not as pretty as me she is much wilder. She often attracted groups of men and then I'd be fighting them off all night. Flattering but exhausting.

Sam had mixed feelings when I went out. It's not that he didn't trust me. He did. He even encouraged me to have a good time. On the other hand, he did not trust Ashley. He thinks the world of Ashley and they get along great, but he is always apprehensive when she and I went out together.

Sometimes Sam would tease me when I got home. He'd ask me if I'd danced with anyone. If I did, he'd want a description of who they were. I felt a little uncomfortable describing my interactions with other men while having sex with Sam, but somehow he got off on it, and I admit, so did I. It always led to great sex.

Sam also liked to ask me about my past sexual experiences. We had no secrets. I told him I had none, but at some parties things got out of hand and ended in a kind of group grope. Maybe four to eight people in the group. No intercourse but a lot of making out with each other and touching

After we got married, I still went out, but I was completely faithful to Sam. I guess that's where this story begins.

I returned Ashley's text, checked with Sam and then made plans.

Ashley and I met at a club about thirty minutes from my house. We always had a blast there. I loved dancing and letting guys think they had a chance. There were these two guys hitting on me and dancing with me. I love to dance, and I've got some moves, plus, I'm not against a little dirty dancing. I think it's hot to feel a guy's cock get hard over me.

I know what you're thinking. I'm a tease, and I guess you're right, but I was having fun. I could feel these two guys competing over me. Two friends, trying to figure out which was going to take me home. Both were trying to impress me. It was such a turn on and was making me wet.

Ashley wasn't helping.

"You know they want to fuck you?" She said.

"All guys want to fuck," I replied laughingly.

"I know, but these two studs want you. Admit it, dancing with them is turning you on". She went on.

"They're not bad," I admitted.

"Not bad?" She went on. "Admit your pussy is wet."

"I'll admit no such thing," I laughed.

"Oh, you're going to deny it?" she teased.

Truthfully I was pretty turned on, but I wasn't going to admit it.

"I plead the fifth," I laughed.

"What about you?" I said trying to change the subject. "That guy buying you drinks all night wants a piece of that ass as well."

We both looked at the bar.

"The difference is," she smirked, "he might get some."

We both laughed. As we did my admirers approached us with drinks in their hands. One of them said, "Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?"

I guess they figured out who was going to get me.

That was my cue. "I'm sorry guys. My husband is home waiting for me and I promised I'd be home in twenty minutes."

I loved watching their faces as I said it. Like I said, I love being a tease. They always looked so confused. I picked up my purse and headed to my car.

On these nights I took all that pent up energy and focused it on Sam. This night I was exceptionally horny. Ashley was right. My pussy was wet. Something about having two hard cocks wanting you was a turn on.

I walked in the front door.

"Honey, I'm home," I purred as I walked through the door. Sam was on the couch.

"Hi babe, did you have fun?" He asked.

I looked him in the eye. "Uh huh," I nodded.

As I did I reached for the zipper of my skirt and pulled it down. I let the skirt fall to the floor and stepped out of it.

"Ooooo," he said. "How much fun did you have?"

He grabbed me in his arms and kissed me. I loved the way he kissed. I kissed back. I felt his hand slide down my back and slip under my panties, he squeezed my ass as he pulled me into him.

"Mmmmm...," I moaned.

He turned me around and started kissing the back of my neck. I leaned my head back and moaned again.

His hands cupped my breasts. I was still wearing a bra but it felt nice. I turned my head to kiss him. As I did his hands slid into my panties. He grazed over my clit. I gave a sharp intake of breath.

"Oooo," he teased. "Sensitive tonight."

"Shut up," I replied and kissed him again.

As I did a finger slipped into my pussy.

"Mmmmmm, you are wet," he whispered.

"What are you going to do about it?" I moaned.

I felt his fingers in the bands of my panties. He pushed them to the floor. They got stuck around my ankles.

"I'm going to fuck that wet pussy," he whispered.

He pushed me to my knees on the floor. My panties still around my ankles. I heard a rustling behind me. Then he pushed my head and chest to the floor.

"What do you want baby?" he asked.

"You," I responded.

He placed the tip of his cock against the lips of my pussy. I could feel them just starting to spread. I tried to push back onto his cock, but he wouldn't let me.

"What do you want?" he pressed.

I knew what he wanted. We'd played like this before. It turned me on.

"I want cock," I said. "I want to be fucked by a cock."

"Oh, are you a little cock slut tonight," he almost sneered.

"Yes, yes, yes, I want cock. Fuck me," I hissed.

He rammed his little cock into my pussy and started fucking me, hard, the way he knew I liked it when I was horny.

As he fucked me he started asking about my night.

"So, what made you such a horny slut tonight?" he teased.

"Shut up and fuck me," I moaned.

He stopped fucking me. "Nope, not till you tell me," he teased.

I whined, "Please." I tried to push back on his cock.

"What happened?" he insisted.

He started pumping me with long slow strokes. My ass was still in the air my face and chest on the carpet.

"Tell me," he repeated.

I started to tell him about my night. About the two men.

"Anything else," he prodded.

I started to tell him how I made the guys hard. How I knew they wanted to take me home. How it felt to be wanted like that.

As I did he started pumping me harder and faster. I pushed back and met every stroke.

He took over.

"So you like the thought of making two cocks hard," he said.

"Yes," I moaned.

"Knowing two cocks wanted to fuck this pussy," he went on.

"Yes, yes," I breathed.

"Two strange cocks taking turns pounding you," he teased.

I could feel my orgasm building. Yes I loved the idea. He knew it. We'd role played this before.

"Yes, God, fuck me, yes," I hissed trembling as I came.

As my orgasm started so did Sam's. I felt his hot cum squirting against my pussy walls. It just extended my orgasm. I fell on my stomach exhausted.

Sam turned me over and kissed me. "You're so hot," he said.

We made out a little on the floor then headed for bed. As we cuddled in bed Sam made me recap the entire night for him. As I told him he got hard again. This time we fucked like lovers. Slow and tender. I had a nice orgasm and he came in me.

As we lay there in each other's arms I asked him. "Would you really like to see me with another man?"

"Yes," he replied.

"And you wouldn't be jealous, or hold it against me?" I went on.

"Not at all. I think you're the sexiest thing on earth. I'd love to watch you,"

He'd told me this before, but I always asked him.

"And you don't want another woman?" I asked.

You know the answer to that," he said.

I knew the answer. I knew how he felt.

The day after my night out with Ashley, she and I met for lunch. For some reason I couldn't get Sam's fantasy off my mind.

"You seem distracted," she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, just thinking about Sam," I replied.

"Uh Oh, trouble at home?" She asked.

"No not really," I said.

"Come on, we've been best friends forever. You are my older sister. We don't keep secrets. What's up?"

I opened up about Sam's fantasy to Ashley. I so needed someone to talk to about it.

Ashley reaction was not what I expected. I thought she'd be horrified and call him a pervert. Instead she asked questions, she sympathized with me. She also asked me how I felt about it.

When I didn't answer she looked at me and said, "Want to know a secret?"

"What?" I asked.

"I think the idea is hot too. I'm as bad as Sam. I'd want to watch too" she answered.

"You're a pervert," I laughed.

"I know, but for some reason the thought of sweet little you fucking another man in front of Sam turns me on. Especially because he wants it too," she said.

"Well, to be honest," I bit my lip wondering if I should tell her. "Well, the idea kind of turns me on too," I confided.

I told her about the great sex Sam and I had when we role played. I told her that the idea excited me but I didn't want to risk my marriage.

Ashley was sympathetic but also encouraging. She asked me how much the idea turned me on. I was honest and told her it was one of my biggest fantasies. The conversation went on and then we drifted off to other topics.

The next time Ashley and I went out we were having fun as usual. There was a guy who seemed specifically interested in me. As usual I flirted and led him on a bit. I'd let him touch me as we danced and then dance away to arms length.

As Ashley and I caught our breath at the bar she asked me, "What do you think Sam would say if you fucked that guy."

I snorted my drink out my nose.

"What?" I asked laughing.

"You heard me," she said. "What would Sam think?"

"He'd probably want to watch," I replied.

"That'd be kinda cool," said Ashley.

"Don't you start," I joked back.

Ashley went on, "Come on, he's kind of good looking. You'd give Sam a thrill. What do you think his cock looks like."

I laughed, but I had to admit he was good looking.

We stayed a while longer and danced a bit more. I don't know what was going on, but I couldn't forget what Ashley said, I looked at the guy differently.

I wondered what kind of a fuck he was. I wondered what his cock looked like. I let the guy get a little more hands on me than I normally let men. At one point I let the guy slide his hand under my dress and grab my ass. I'd never done that before.

Ashley saw me and gave me a thumbs up. I got bold. When the guy tried to kiss me I let him. I may have even kissed back.

Soon, the night was over. Ashley was kissing some guy goodbye. My guy looked at me and came in for a kiss. What the hell I thought, it was only a kiss. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. He put his hands on my ass and pulled me close. I felt him pulling my dress up and didn't stop him. I was wearing a thong and felt his hands on my ass. I let him cop a feel then I broke the kiss.

He tried for more but I told him I had to go. He was disappointed when I wouldn't give him my number but I managed to escape.

When I got home I was feeling a little guilty.

"Hey baby," I said as I walked in the door.

"Hi, have fun?" He asked.

I could never lie to Sam.

"Maybe a bit too much," I replied.

"Oh? Do tell," said Sam.

I recounted the story of the evening. Not leaving anything out. Sam started stroking his cock as I told him about the guy groping me.

"Did you like it?" he asked.

"Yeah I did," I replied.

He reached over and started caressing my thigh as I went on. When I told him the guy groped my ass while kissing me, he kissed me and groped my ass. I moaned.

Sam pushed me back on the couch and started caressing and kissing me. He reached under my dress and pulled my panties off. I lifted my hips to make it easier for him.

Sam slid down to the floor and with his head between my legs started eating me. He made me tell him the whole story from the start while he ate my pussy. He had me squirming the whole time.

Just as I was told him the part about kissing the guy good night Sam raised himself up and pushed into my soaking wet pussy. I came with a whimper. He started pumping me.

"So, you do like kissing other men," he pushed.

"Yes," I replied.

"It felt good to have his tongue in your mouth, didn't it," he pressed.

"I liked it," I admitted.

"And did you like him grabbing your ass?" he asked as he thrust into me.

"Fuck yes," I said as another orgasm washed over me.

As I came he filled my pussy with cum. We both lay there for a while. He was the first to talk.

"Is Ashley trying and get you to fuck someone" he said.

"Don't be silly," I said, but I knew it might be true. He also didn't sound too mad about it.

Sam fell asleep. My fingers found my pussy and I thought about Ashley forcing me to have sex with the black guy in the club. I brought myself off and fell asleep.

The next day Ashley called. She wanted to know what I told Sam and how he reacted. I told her everything.

"Sounds like Sam wants to see you fucked," she said.

"Don't be silly. It's all role playing," I replied.

"I don't know. Sounds a bit beyond role playing to me," she said.

This routine went on for a few months. I'd go out with Ashley once a month. The teasing seemed to be getting a bit further but, as Ashley egged me on, I justified it as just teasing. I'd gotten as bold as to stroke guys cocks through their pants. I let a guy play with my tits. One charming guy even got a finger in my pussy.

Ashley would egg me on. She'd tell me how handsome they were. She'd always try and bring up how Sam would feel.

"I wonder if he has a big cock," she'd say, or, "Do you think Sam would like seeing you fucked by a big black cock?

"Would Sam like to watch you go down on that guy? I wonder what he'd say. Do you think Sam's cock would be hard?"

When I got home I'd be hot horny and waiting to tell Sam the nights story. I couldn't wait to fuck him while telling him what a bad girl I'd been.

On Sam's part he couldn't wait to hear what happened when we got back. He'd fuck me like a madman some of the best sex I ever had.

While fucking me he'd ask me why I didn't fuck the guy, or if I wondered if he had a big cock.

With his cock pumping me hard Sam would ask, "Why didn't you fuck him?"

"Because, I love you," I'd reply.

"Really? You didn't think about fucking the guy?" He pressed

As he fucked me I started whimpering, "Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes."

"Yes what?" He pushed.

"Yes, I thought about fucking him," I hissed.

As I admitted it I came. "Fuck yes, I thought about it," I whimpered.

"Good girl," he'd say.

With all this reinforcement the seed was planted in my brain. As soon as Ashley would call I'd start wondering about the men we'd meet. I wondered if they'd be handsome.

I thought about letting them fuck me. In the days leading up to going out with Ashley I'd fuck Sam like a madwoman.

Knowing I was going out made me horny as hell. I'd finger myself to orgasms if Sam wasn't around.

Sam kept fueling my fantasy. Ashley and I would make plans. I'd get horny and want to fuck. While fucking Sam he'd be asking me questions. Making me think about other men and telling me how much he wanted to watch me get fucked.

I didn't mind, after all it was just fantasy.

"Going out this weekend, are you?" He'd tease. "Why don't you find a good looking man and bring him home. Do you think you could convince one to come home with you? Do you think he'd let me watch him fuck you?"

These sessions always led to amazing orgasms.

" Sam," I'd say after the sex or when I was going out, "you know I'd never really do it, right?"

Sam would always replay with, "I know."

One weekend Ashley called, "You free Saturday night?" she asked.

"I don't know. Let me ask Sam and get back to you," I replied.

I asked Sam if he minded if I went. As usual it was fine with Sam. He was going over to a friend's home to watch football.

Like usual the plans led to great sex. That day all I could think about was going out. As I looked in my closet I tried to decide what to wear. I pulled out a short low cut dress and laid it on the bed. I went and got a black lace panty and bra set and laid it on the bed on top of the dress.

I must have not been careful because the dress and underwear fell off the bed and pooled on the floor. I looked at it for a second and then I giggled. I pictured a man, besides Sam, seeing me naked like that with my clothes pooled on the floor beside me.

I picked them up, put them back on the bed, and headed for the shower. I started soaping up. As the hot water ran over me I thought about the dress again. I pictured myself kissing a man as he unzipped the dress and it fell to the floor.

I started to soap my breasts and nipples. I pictured his hands on my breasts as he pushed my bra up to get to my tits. My nipples were hard as I imagined him unhooking my bra and it falling to the floor on top of my dress.

The hot soapy water felt good on my breasts. I leaned against the shower wall. My hands slid down my belly as I imagined him hooking his hand in my panties. The water washed the soap off my hands. I pictured him pushing my panties down over my hips. I thought about wiggling a bit to help him get the panties over my hips.

As my fingers found my clit, I pictured the clothes on the floor as I kissed the man, his hands grabbing my ass and pulling me tighter. I moaned in the shower as I imagined myself moaning as he kissed me.

I then pictured myself on the bed, him on top of me, about to enter me. All of a sudden an image of Sam, sitting in a chair, beside the bed, came to mind. As it did I jammed my fingers in my pussy and my orgasm spread over me.

I stood there in the shower, letting the water cascade over me, for a few more minutes. I shook my head at myself.

You slut, I thought to myself. What are you thinking?

I dried off and started dressing. As I put the clothes on, the images from the shower kept going through my brain. I looked in the mirror. I looked hot. A pair of come fuck me shoes completed the outfit.

Just as I finished dressing I heard the doorbell. I knew it was Ashley. She let herself him. As I was finishing getting dressed Ashley was downstairs playing on Sam's computer.

I headed out of the bedroom fast.

"Wow, you look great," she said.

"Thanks," I replied. "Ready?" I said to Ashley.

"Let's go," she said.

"Well you look good enough to fuck," Ashley said as we got in the car.

I laughed. "No one's going to notice me next to you," I replied.

It was true. Ashley was wearing a bright red sheath that hugged her every curve.

"Are you even wearing underwear under that thing," I asked. I couldn't see any bra or panty lines.

"No, why?" she answered. "Do you think I need it?"

We both laughed and made small talk all the way to the club.

We valet parked and went inside. We got our share of looks as we went in. The club was basically a singles club for people looking for interracial hook ups. A lot of divorced women and men a few cougar hunters.