Our Loving Marriage

OUR LOVING MARRIAGE

Mike and Jenny O'Neill have been married now for four years and were quite happy in their marital life together. Mike was 40, working as an engineer in Silicon Valley. He met his lovely wife at a friend's party six years ago. Prior to that, Mike loved to date beautiful women but somehow Jenny had captured and tamed him down.

His lovely wife Jenny, a beautiful woman who was six years younger, stood at 5'2" and 110 lbs. Tall and beautiful, with 34C breasts, Jenny looked no more than twenty-two years of age in her natural beauty and enjoyed her job in interior decorating. Blonde hair and pretty green eyes, her slim waist and firm small tight butt had men's eyes turning whenever she passed by.

One thing Mike loved about his beautiful wife was the fact that she just loved having SEX! Lots of SEX!

Married and in love with each other, Mike trusted his beautiful wife and knew she would never cheat on him.

One evening, they stopped off at a bar for a drink, Mike went to the restroom leaving his beautiful wife standing at the bar. Returning from the restroom, Mike spotted a couple of black guys passing the bar and saw their heads turn to check out Jenny's beautiful sexy tight butt. Heart pounding in his chest, Mike froze in his tracks, wondering what Jenny would do if the two men made a pass at her.

With the bar filled except for the space saved for him, Mike saw the two men reluctantly make their way over to a booth. Calming down a bit, he then made his way back to the bar to rejoin his beautiful wife.

Gulping his drink, Mike looked at his beautiful wife. But in the background, he could see the two men still eyeing up Jenny's sexy body. He felt his heart pounding in his chest once again, wondering just how she would have reacted if the two black men had tried to hit on her. He knew she would have flatly rejected their advances but then he began to fantasize his lovely wife being accosted by them.

Though his beautiful wife loved having sex with him, Mike wondered just how Jenny would react to having a big black cock forcing its way up between her long sexy white legs.

"God, I wonder if the old myth is true about black guys?"

His cock twitched and throbbed in his pants at the thought of seeing a big muscular black stud spreading Jenny's beautiful lilly white legs apart to shuffle up between them. That night, upon getting home and in bed, they had fantastic sex as never before.

Jenny had commented to him that she had never seen him so gung-ho and energetic, referring to him as her "gung-ho stud."

Mike felt a bit guilty at the comment, for in the midst of fucking his beautiful wife, he had closed his eyes and made believe his beautiful wife was moaning and cooing as one of the black studs at the bar fucked her, filling her with his black baby making seed.

Ever since that night at the bar, Mike could not help but fantasize about his beautiful wife being accosted by a big black stud, watching her try to fend him off as he hit upon her.

His fantasies varied, from where Jenny would fend off her would-be suitor to where she was brutally raped by the guy. Such fantasies got him to keep his name as Jenny's "gung-ho stud" when he fucked her. But many such fantasies occurred as he lay in bed next to his wife when she had already dozed off, forcing him to get out of bed to wank off in the bathroom.

With no children to worry about or care for, they would often go out for dinner after work and have a good time before heading home. Besides dining out, they enjoyed doing different things, even walking the mall or going to a theater for a movie. But every time a muscular black guy passed by; Mike could not help but wonder what it'd feel like to watch Jenny being accosted by the guy.

However, working tirelessly on a project for the past few months, Mike was so glad that it was finally done. He felt bad at having neglected his beautiful wife during this recent period, knowing that she must now be climbing the walls as he had been just too exhausted to have sex, something they both enjoyed

tremendously.

The project had been so grueling that, on a couple of occasions, he couldn't even get it up.

Jenny understood the pressures that her husband had been under during the project and now that it was over, she excitedly looked forward to the super weekend, her husband had promised, in the big city to make up for lost time.

Jenny was excited at the prospect of the four-day adventure that her husband had promised, she went out ahead of time to Victoria's Secret and Frederick's for some sexy new clothes before making the trek.

Though truly in love with her husband, the past few months had been quite trying and frustrating for Jenny. From her late teens, after her introduction to sex, it was something that she craved with a guy she had feelings for. Once she had married Mike, she sincerely intended to keep the vows she had exchanged at the altar.

True to her vows, Jenny felt a bit guilty during the past few months, having allowed thoughts of having a brief affair creeped into her mind. But she had managed to fight off those temptations. Still, just the thought of cheating on her loving husband to get a quick thrill to satisfy the nagging itch between her legs made her feel quite guilty.

One occasion kept coming back to Jenny, the one where she had been driving over to the small strip mall. At a stoplight, a tall young black fellow was crossing the street in front of her while bouncing a basketball.

She recalled how she had to squeeze her thighs together to stem the flow of juices from leaking into the crotch of her panties. Jenny could not help but wonder about the old myth, of how black men were so well endowed.

Instead of going straight ahead to the mall, she found herself circling the block and passing the young man once again. Tempted to stop and offer him a ride, Jenny had managed to find the willpower and step on the gas to keep on going. Should she have stopped, Jenny knew exactly what the outcome would have been.

Having checked in at a five-star hotel, they first unpacked and rested up a bit from the long drive. Then they showered and dressed to go out to a fancy restaurant for dinner.

As he drove, Mike moved his hand over the console to Jenny's soft thigh. He playfully moved his hand over her clothed mound, telling Jenny, "Let's pull out all the stops this weekend! Take a walk on the wild side so to speak! Do some things we have only read about other people doing!"

After dinner that night, they were on their way back to the hotel when Mike had to stop at a red light.

"Look honey, there's that skin flick theater that's always in the newspaper! Let's be naughty tonight and go to a skin flick! Please, honey ...............I've never been in one of those gaudy theaters before! Pleaseee!"

Turning off at the next intersection, Mike looked for a parking space, anxious to take that walk on the wild side.

The Palladium Theater was not located in a ritzy location but in the older part of downtown where one would expect to find a theater playing raunchy skin flicks. The sidewalk was filthy as one would expect in such an area, but it seemed to add to the excitement for Mike and Jenny.

But what was on the sidewalk made it that much more interesting as they watched the various hookers and pimps ply their trade.

Looking like two naïve teenagers at the box office, not wanting anyone they knew to see them entering such a raunchy establishment, they quickly purchased tickets and entered. They had not even bothered to look at the title of the skin flick that was playing.

Entering the dark theater to the loud 'Ohhhh's and ahhhhh's' coming from the screen, they let their eyes get adjusted to the lighting.

Seeing a lot of men in the front, Mike looked back and saw an empty section. Grabbing Jenny's arm, he led her into the upper middle section of the theater that was vacant. Watching the raw fuck scenes taking place on the screen, Jenny grasped his hand.

"God, that big black stud's going to nail that little cutie!" Staring at the screen, Mike replaced the image of 'that cutie' with his beautiful wife, causing him to have a massive hard-on in his pants.

Jenny was evidently all caught up in the skin flick and asked him if he could buy them some popcorn and cold drinks.

"Sure, hon! I've got to go to the john first anyway!"

As he got out of his seat and made his way down the stairs and out to the theater's lobby. Standing in the corner and relieving himself in the urinal, Mike froze as a big black guy came to take a whiz in the urinal next to him and another guy was standing immediately behind him, even though other urinals were available. His heart pounded in fear, thinking that he was going to be robbed or beaten up.

"Hey, Linus! Ain't this the dude that brought in that beautiful blonde chick sitting in the upper section?" the guy behind him asked loudly.

Mike could see the guy next to him turn towards him laughing.

"Yeah, this is the dude! Anybody bringing in a beautiful chick like that to this dive needs his fuck'n head examined!"

"She yer girl friend, dude? Yer wife?" the guy behind him asked.

Panting for breath, Mike stammered out "My ...............my ...............she's my wife!"

Scared shitless, or more like scared pissless, Mike realized that both guys were at least 6'5" and over 250 lbs. apiece. At 5'9" and a mere 180 lbs., Mike knew that he was no match for these big brutes and was about ready to meekly hand over his wallet to them.

"That there is Linus and I'm Marcus! What's yer name, dude?" the guy behind him asked.

"MMM ...........MMM .............Mikeee ............Mike O'Neillll!" he stammered in reply.

"Mike, this is not the safest place to bring a pretty lady ..................more so leaving her all alone up there! Linus and me are regulars here and we sure as hell hate to see ny newcomers like ya and yer pretty wife get harassed! How about us joining ya and yer pretty wife to make sure no one bothers ya!"

"Uh .............uh ...............I'm supposed to get some popcorn and cold drinks!" Mike stammered, hoping that he could talk his way out of having these two big low-lifes brutes accompany him back to where Jenny and he were sitting. His heart is thumping.

"Hey, that sounds great, Mike! Marcus and I would love some too!"

Out in the lobby, with Linus and Marcus at his sides, Mike ordered popcorn and four large drinks. Struggling with a box containing the four large drinks and two boxes of popcorn, Mike made his way back into the theater and up the stairway. Behind him were Linus and Marcus, each munching from their box of popcorn.

Mike knew that Jenny would be naturally stunned and nervous when he saw Linus go around to sit on the opposite side of his wife. With Marcus sitting in a chair directly behind him, Mike could feel his presence lingering above, especially with Marcus' knee brushing up against his shoulder.

"Hon ............honey ..........this is Linus and Marcus!"

Jenny was shaking with fear in the presence of these strange men, leaning over to express her concern.

"Mike ..................Mike .............I .......I'mmm scared!"

Reaching over, she clutched at his hand for security. Her fear was not relieved at all when her husband meekly handed her a drink and a box of popcorn. Then she swallowed deeply upon watching her husband pass out drinks to the strange men, drinks that he had bought for them.

"Hon ............honey, they ...............they're regulars here and and ...............just want to make sure no one bothers us!" Holding his wife's hand, he felt her shiver.

"Damn, Linus look at them two black guys fucking that tiny white woman. They gonna stretch open that tiny pussy, sure she aint ever had cock like that before!"

"Mike ..............Mike ............!" Jenny shuddered.

Jenny was wearing a navy blue dress. He could see where her dress ended on her thighs. Glancing down towards his wife's lap, he could see that Linus had boldly put his hand on Jenny's thigh and was caressing her, pushing the hem of her dress further up to bare more of her thighs.

Jenny didn't know what to do as she clenched her legs tightly together. She had called out for her husband, sure that it was loud enough for him to hear but he did not respond at all.

"Mike ..................Mike!" she whispered again.

As the searching hand got bolder and slipped under her dress trying to force its way between her legs. Squeezing her husband's hand tightly, Jenny shuddered as the exploring hand neared her panties.

"Mike ...............Mike .....................oh God, Mike!"

Jenny shuddered as a finger traced her moistening slit along the outside of her panties. It was as if the magic button had been touched as Jenny relaxed her legs and parted them a bit, allowing the searching hand further access.

"Mmmmmm ....................mmmmmm!" she moaned softly, not wanting her husband to know that the man next to her had slipped his middle finger up under the leg band of her panties and had it inserted into her slick juicing slit.

Holding his wife's hand, eyes glued to the movement under her dress, Mike knew that Linus was more than just touching Jenny's leg at this point. He could sense that Jenny's stiffening in her seat as she clutched his hand tightly, along with her stifled moans, were telltale clues that she was being finger fucked. Then the sudden shuddering of her body as Jenny clutched his hand even tighter, Mike correctly suspected that Linus had just finger fucked his wife to a climax.

Then, feeling a finger twisting and pulling the back of his shirt collar, Mike shuddered in fear.

Marcus whispered "Mike, boy! Why don't ya come up here and keep me company! It's a better view from up here and I jest hate sitting alone!"

Heart pounding madly, George swallowed nervously as he picked up his drink and box of popcorn, then walked to the aisle to go up to the next row for a seat next to Marcus.

Sipping at his cold drink, Mike watched as Jenny looked back nervously for him. Then he observed Linus leaning over to her, whispering something in her ear. Then Jenny looked back in his direction once again. His wife appeared to hesitate a bit, then turned forward before sliding down off the front of her chair.

Mike could not help but emit a gasp as he observed his beautiful wife turn and move to her left, her silky blonde hair now visible just above the seat cushion where Linus sat, right at the level of his crotch.

Mike swore that he heard a zipper being undone, then blinked his eyes as he thought Jenny's blonde hair was moving. His suspicions were totally correct especially when Linus moaned loudly.

"Oh, Mrs. O'Neill .................yeah ..............suck it .................suck it all the way! Oh, fuck .................oh, baby ...................ya sure give good head!"

Mike was beside himself as very rarely, and only after having to beg Jenny, would she go down on him. But here she was, readily going down on a complete stranger in this sleazy theater while he sat no more than five feet away.

Then, portions of Jenny's blonde head were darkened. Mike blinked rapidly to get his eyes focused better, realizing that Linus had his hands at the back of Jenny's head and was now face fucking her.

Mixed in with the loud 'oohs and ahhs' from the screen, Mike heard Linus moaning!

"Oh, baby ..................suck it ................suck it! Oh, Mrs. O'Niell ................gonna cum ..................gonna cum in yer sweet suck'n mouth! Ahhhhhhh ..................ahhhhhhhhhh ......................fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Staring down at the scene taking place just a row below and to his left, Mike saw Linus slump back in his chair as his hands now rested on the armrests.

There was no doubt left in Mike's mind that his beautiful and faithful wife had just sucked off a complete stranger with him watching.

Trying to think rationally, Mike knew that he should be totally pissed as his 'faithful' wife had not been really forced to do what she had just done. Still, he himself had not done anything to prevent it and it was he who had brought these despicable men to where they were sitting.

Mike found that deep down he had really enjoyed watching his lovely wife go down on another man, as evidenced by the rock-hard cock throbbing in his pants. It was as if one of his many fantasies had just come true to life. Then he was startled back to reality when Marcus nudged him.

"Mikeey, boy! Take off your jacket!"

When he turned towards Marcus.

"C'mon, get yer jacket off! The floor in this fuck'n theater is covered with shit! You don't want yer beautiful wife lying in all that crap, do you?"

Taking off his jacket, he handed it to the man next to him, Mike watched as Marcus hopped over the row of seats. Then an exhausted Linus slid out of his chair, making his way to sit where Marcus had been. In the row beneath him, Mike saw that Marcus was now kneeling behind his wife.

Trying to focus his eyes in the dark setting, Mike then heard the sound of a long zipper being undone. It was obviously Jenny's navy blue dress being undone as her ivory white back became bared by the parting of the back of her dress.

A moment later, Mike felt something soft land partially on his foot with the majority landing atop the head of the chair that he initially had been sitting in. Reaching down in the darkness, touching and feeling the material, Mike swallowed deeply, realizing it was the dress Jenny had been wearing. Blinking his eyes, Mike then could make out the small white strip that was now dangling atop the head of the seat two rows below. It was the lacy white bra that his wife had been wearing. A couple of small thuds on the cement floor below told Mike that Jenne's heels had been removed and discarded.

Then, another strip of white fabric came floating down towards him. Just as it was to land in his hands, it was snatched in the air from him. Mike turned and saw the shiny white fabric in Linus' black hand as he held it up to his face. Mike did not have to guess but knew just what garment it was that belonged to his beautiful wife. More rustling of clothing could be heard from the row below him, but it must have been Marcus disrobing as Mike could not make out the outline of his black body in the darkness.

Mike wished the ongoing flick would be more lighted, wanting to get a better view of what was taking place in the row below. All that he could make out in the darkness was his wife's blonde hair, her trim white arms encircling the black man atop of her, and her sexy white legs that were waving straight up in the air a few feet away. Mike swallowed as he heard his wife's voice.

"Oh, God ..................oh, my God ..........it ...................its so bigggggg! God ...............it won't fit .............it won't fit!"

"Oh, baby ....................Mikee must only use his little finger to fuck ya with .................damn yer tight!"

"Ahhhhhhhh, Mrs. O'Neill ....................spread yer legs wide so I can get it in ya! God ..............yer fuck'n tighter than a virgin ..............spread yer legs wider for my foot-long black dong!"

Staring in awe at the scene unfolding on the floor of the row below him, Mike could not stop the pulsating throb of his cock. He was mesmerized by the exciting fuck about to take place less than four feet below him. With the seat below him automatically folding up when he had left the chair, that was the only way for Jenny to spread her legs as the upright back of the chair on the other side would prevent her from doing so.

"Oh, God ................its too bigggggg, iveeeeeeee neverrr had one that bigggggggg...................I'm scared ................it won't fit!"

Mike heard his wife's frantic voice from below. Then Mike did the unthinkable as he leaned forward and reached out to grasp Jenny's trim white ankle as her legs flailed out in a panic. He pulled her outstretched leg towards him, essentially helping Marcus spread her wide so he could accomplish his objective.