He should have known Linda was bad news before he married her. More than one person had accused him of thinking with his "little head", and the moment he walked in his door to find the tall blonde naked and bent over the couch with another man pounding her furiously from behind, Dustin would have agreed with them.
Dustin really should have seen it coming. It wasn't that he was a bad husband, or a bad provider, in fact, the twenty-six year old had a great job and positively doted on his bride. He'd done so since the night he'd met her, in fact, just two short years before. He'd seen her dancing at his local club, grinding her curvy body between two hulking black guys. When she'd stopped to catch her breath, he'd swooped in and did his best to charm the panties right off her. He the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, and hadn't been intimidated by her dance partners like most white guys would have been. That fact had seemed to impress her, and she'd come home with him that night.
After that, they dated every chance they got. She was energetic, bright, and saw the world as one big adventure. No matter the activity, sport, or game, Lina was up to give it a try. Her attitude was infectious, and before a week was out, Dustin had fallen for her, hard. She worked as a leg and foot model, and had a lot of time to explore her hobbies of painting, graphic design, and reading books on a hundred different subjects. The woman was bright, and seemed to know just about everything about everything. His family thought she was delightful, but it his friends had other opinions. Whether they'd seen her around town, or just got a feeling from the sexy way she dressed or the brazen way she flirted, most seemed to think she was a slut.
When it came to sex, Dustin had to concede his friends may have had a point. He'd never had such an eager, experienced lover. She had tricks he'd only read about in mens' magazines, and a few he was sure were all original. Linda was insatiable, coaxing his cock to erection after erection, as if she were starving for his seed. Though a couple years older, she had the energy of a teenager, wrapping her long legs around his face or body at the slightest provocation. Dustin had fallen instantly in lust with her.
It wasn't long after they'd moved in together that they started watching porn together. Once or twice a week they'd sit side by side on their couch, watching one racy flick after another. She'd introduced him to interracial porn almost right away, claiming to love the contrast of the male actors' ebony skin against the porn stars' creamy white bodies. He'd felt strange about it, of course, and said so. After all there was more to interracial porn than skin tone; those actors were enormous!
"Every girl wants a big black cock from time to time!" she'd giggled at the time, between slurps of his hard cock. She'd finally gotten him to admit it was sexy to see those huge, chocolate dicks spearing busty blondes, brunettes and redheads, and before long, interracial porn was the only porn they ever put in their DVD. Over time, he found himself liking it more and more himself. Those black guys really were impressive, and the actresses didn't seem like they had to fake it their screams! The thought of going back to plain vanilla left him feeling flat.
Still, Dustin couldn't forget who'd he'd seen her dancing with that first night, two big black studs. It was obvious that his perfect, bubbly blonde girlfriend had a thing for black guys, especially their BBC's, or Big Black Cocks. Still, when he got down on one knee and proposed at their favorite Indian restaurant, she'd squealed in glee and shouted "YES!" so loudly they'd almost gotten kicked out!
Three months after the wedding, the young couple's sex life was still as frenzied as ever. Sure they watched a lot of porn featuring black men on white women, and sure a lot of that porn even featured a whimpering cuckold watching his "wife" get her first taste of black dick. He looked forward to their mutual evenings of interracial porn as much as she did, but he couldn't help but worry that she'd stray. It was just a fantasy, he kept telling himself. Surely she really wouldn't go back to black guys, would she?
"Oh my God, Linda!" he cried, dropping his briefcase by the door. "You really did it!" Linda bent over the back of the couch, perched on sky red stilettos. She pushed her round little rump up as the naked black man standing behind her slapped her ass as he ground his pelvis into her body.
"Honey!" Lina yelped. "You're home early! Meet Jerome!" Her breathe came in sharp little pants, and it was obvious they'd been at it for a while. Her pale golden tan skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. The black man, Jerome, seemed to have been carved from deep brown stone. His muscles flexed taught on his powerful body as he pulled back and slammed in hard.
"You must be the hubby," he grunted and nodded at Dustin.
"What the hell is going on here?" Dustin cried. He didn't know what to do. Should he belt the guy in the mouth? Should he yell and scream? Or should he just leave and never come back? He stood as if poleaxed as the big man kept at it, working his muscular rump back and forth.
"Your birthday present," Linda said excitedly. She gave him a sheepish look. Her big, round breasts wobbled back and forth, her long, pink nipples hard as pebbles. Neither of them looked like they were planning on stopping any time soon!
"What are you talking about?" Dustin shook his head, his eyes glued to the scene. He could just make out the thick black shaft, glistening with his wife's juices, as he pummelled her hot pussy from behind. Dark as licorice, it looked as thick as his wrist!
"Well," she gasped suddenly as Jerome's cock seemed to touch something particularly sensitive inside her. "Jesus, keep that up, just like that, you big stud!" she moaned at her lover, her voice throaty and full of lust.
"Linda!" Dustin protested.
"Sorry, honey, his cock just feels so damn good!" she licked her lips slowly, seeming lost in the moment. Her whole body shuddered, her back arching. She shook her head, he long blond hair swishing around her shoulders in golden waves.
"I don't think your old man likes his present, Linda baby," Jerome snorted. He paused deep inside of her and gave Dustin an apologetic look. "Shit, she said you'd be into it. I wouldn't have messed with your lady if I knew she was just cheating!"
"Oh Dustin," Linda gasped. She pulled herself together, taking a deep breath and pushing her ass against her black lover to force him back. She pulled away from him with a deep sigh. She crossed the room quickly, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
"Linda," he began, but she cut him off by covering his face and mouth with kisses. In her four inch heels she was a bit taller than him, and she pressed her lean, naked body against his. She pulled his jacked off his broad shoulders and quickly unbuttoned his shirt.
"I'm sorry this happened, honey," she cooed as her slim hand fondled the growing stiffness in his pants. "I was going to ask you first, but I wanted to have everything set up and ready to go when you said yes," she explained between kisses.
"Ask me what?" he whispered, wishing he wasn't sporting such a throbbing hard on moments after catching his wife with another man.
"I know how much you love interracial porn," she whispered as she nibbled his ear. "I thought I'd arange a live show just for you. I dated Jerome before I met you, and he said he'd do it. One thing led to another though..."
"And you started fucking right here?" he pulled away from her seductive lips and hands, but it wasn't easy. Even after two years, he still couldn't get enough of her amazing body.
"I'm sorry, honey. I really thought you'd like to see your favorite fetish in the flesh, you know?" she bit her lip and lowered her head, giving him that little girl look that always shattered his resistance.
"But it's really your favorite fetish, Linda! You're the one who wanted to watch that kind of stuff!" Dustin pulled his shirt closed, hoping the loose tails would hide the size of his erection.
"Really? Didn't you thank me not too long ago for introducing you to it?" she asked with a giggled.
"Yes, well, that doesn't mean-"
"And didn't you tell me that you never wanted to watch white on white porn again?" she closed the distance between them, backing him into the front door. She unbuckled his pants and slipped her hand into his shorts. Dustin had had his share of lovers, but none of them seemed to know what to do with a cock in their hands, none but her anyway. She squeezed and pumped him inside his pants, her fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to just the right spot.
"Sure, but, that doesn't mean I actually wanted you to fuck a black guy!" His voice trembled, and as his brown eyes met her sparkling blue, he felt himself start to give in.
"You know I love you, honey," she purred as she nuzzled his neck. Her little tongue flicked against his neck, just touching his earlobe.
"You say that now?" he wondered, "when there's another man in our house?"
"Oh honey, that's just sex!" she rubbed her nose against his, looking into his eyes. "Nothing would ever replace what I have in here, for you," she took his hand and guided it to her bosom. Her skin was so soft, he had to stop himself from moving lower to grope her big, firm breast.
"Well, that's good to know," he said softly. "I love you too, baby."
"So let me do this for you," she offered, watching his face.
"Oh it's just for me, is it?" he chuckled.
"Well, and for me too. I really do love Big Black Cock," she actually blushed a little when she said it. "That's why I thought you'd like it so much. You always comment on how the girls in porn really seem to love it."
"Yeah, that's true."
"Think of it as another adventure. Don't you want to go on an adventure with me?" she pleaded.
"Jesus, what the hell are you doing to me, woman!" he growled.
"Turning you on? Letting you experience your darkest fantasies?" she suggested as she tugged expertly at his cock, nearly brining him to the brink.
"You're some kind of witch, aren't you?" he shook his head and gave in with a laugh. "Fine, go fuck Jerome, Linda. What do you want me to do?"
