You be dreamin' of it I know.
You be thinking of my eleven inch long, almost two inch thick, rock hard, dark chocolate black cock, with its angry purple head, stretching your wife's sweet little pink pussy lips tight around its girth, as I push myself inside her. That squealing yelp she lets out nearly kills you with mixed agony-ecstasy, and your little white dick jerks with excitement.
When you be licking your little white wife's sweet pink pussy, you be wondering just how faithful she really is. You know most white women got a fantasy about taking a big black cock, and in the back of your mind, a little tiny worm of worry tickles at your brain as you lick that pussy of hers.
"Her pussy's really wet tonight," you think. "Is it really just pussy juice I'm tasting? Or is that the salty tang of something else?" You know she work with that hot black stud at work. You heard her talking about him at the company Christmas party, where spouses are invited too, and when you came back from getting drinks at the bar she be sitting at your table with that blonde co-worker friend of hers--the one with the big rack, who always wears dresses that show off her cleavage. You're not surprised to hear that hot blonde, who's single, talking about how she'd like to get her hands on that hot black stud and find out if what they say about black men be true.
But then, you surprised as hell when you hear your sweet little innocent white wife say, "I know what you mean!" You know your wife been drinking more than normal but this is still a surprise, especially when she giggles leans closer to her friend, and continues: "And he does! Last Wednesday, I was wearing that outfit of mine that has sort of yoga pants--you know: the ones that you joke give me a major camel toe!--and I was working on that construction drawing for him."
You know that your wife draws up construction plans on her computer for her company, and you wonder where this is going as she says, "He was standing behind me, when I bent over to point something out on the plan on my computer, and I had to bend really low, which made my butt sort of stick out in back. And, suddenly, I realized I'd accidentally bumped my vagina against his leg. I automatically jumped forward, but at the same time I realized it hadn't been his leg. The thing I'd bumped had been too thin to be his leg. But it was still very thick."
Your wife leans farther forward then, placing her hand on her friend's as she speaks. "I knew this, because when I bumped it, it actually spread my labia open a little--like I felt my camel toe sort of open around the sides of his shaft. I mean, I bumped his cock hard enough that even through his suit pants, and my yoga pants, the side of that thick cock of his pushed just a little bit inside me and opened me up a bit."
"Oh, my God!" asks the blonde. "What did he do?"
"Nothing at first. He sort of acted like nothing had happened. But in that split second, when I realized that my pussy lips had been pushed open by his cock, I couldn't help it. I automatically found myself whipping around and looking down to see what had done that. Like when you trip over something on the sidewalk, and just automatically turn around and look down to see what you tripped over. And, you know how he wears his slacks sort of loose around the legs? Well now I know why: Because, when I looked down, I could see his cock standing out against his leg. It hung down more than half-way to his knee, and it looked sort of like he had a fire hose stuck down his pants. I couldn't help it, my gaze just naturally traveled down the full length of that huge rod, like my eyes had been magnetized by it, and then I noticed that it was growing thicker, and maybe even a little longer, as I watched. I looked up, and he was staring at me! He'd been staring at me, as I stared at his cock--and between my pussy rubbing, or bumping, his shaft, and me staring at it, he was getting excited. He had a hardon! Then I realized, I'm just standing there, staring at him, with my mouth hanging open in shock, and we're like inches apart, staring at each other eye-to-eye! And, of course, I realize my mouth is hanging open like I'm an idiot. So I close my mouth--and then I lick my lips!"
"You didn't!" exclaims her friend.
Your wife shakes her head. "I didn't mean to do it. I just sometimes lick my lips when I close my mouth. It's sort of a nervous tick of mine. My husband says he thinks it cute! But I'm like, 'Oh, shit!' I mean, I just scoped out this man's hardening dick--and it's a huge horse cock! I mean you can't miss it, even in those loose pant legs,--when it gets hard and starts trying to stand erect! And I not only stared at it open-mouthed, I licked my lips while we're staring at each other. I'm freaking out, thinking, 'What sort of signal does he think I'm sending?' And then I'm asking myself: 'What sort of signal did I mean to send? Is my body sending its own signals, all on its own?' I mean, my pussy was like hungry! Wet and hungry."
"Oh, my God! What did you do?"
"Well, I just sort of struggled to regain my composure and said something like, 'Is there anything else you'd like me to show you?'"
"Oh, shit!"
"I meant anything else on the plans. That's what I meant. I mean, we were in the office, and I was struggling to turn a very inappropriate moment into an appropriate one. You know?"
The big-boobed blonde looks skeptical. "Not what I'd be doing, if I'd just had my pussy lips spread by that muscular stud's huge black cock!"
The blonde laughs, and my wife joins in. Then she says, "So, I asked if there was anything else he'd like me to show him. And he kind of closes the distance on me. We're only a few inches apart, face-to-face, anyway! But he closes the distance. So I turn back around to face the computer. Then, I feel something lightly touching my right ass cheek. Not poking my ass cheek--just like something heavy is lightly touching it. And I can sort of feel the proximity of his body behind me, as he reaches an arm forward and points at the screen. He goes, 'I'd like to see a blow-up of that little thing, down there in the bottom right corner of the drawing. Can you blow that up for me real quick, so I can look it over for just a few minutes here?' I'm like, 'Sure!' and I'm about to bend over, when I realize that I don't really want to bend over right here. I'm thinking that the head of that massive horse cock is just flirting with my ass cheek, and as long as he wants to touch me with it, that's not really where I want to be touched."
