Abbey and George had been together since high school and married almost twelve months ago. They had always been open about sex and explored dominance and submission, various positions and toys. More recently, they had been playing with sharing partners, never actually having done it. They would talk out their fantasies in bed. Abbey noticed that George was particularly amorous when she described herself fucked by a black man or a stranger.
One night while she sat atop George, she decided to pry further. "You really like the idea of a black man fucking your white wife, don't you?"
George moaned, "I know it shouldn't be taboo in this day, but the idea of a black man fucking you, the contrast against your pale skin, it does something."
Abbey slowly gyrated, grinding against him. "Tell me your fantasy, please."
George reached up and wrapped his hands around her waist. "I imagine a black man going down on you, his head between your thighs as you beg him to fuck you, as you beg him to make you cum." He began. "Soon enough, you are sucking on his big black cock," he continued before Abbey interrupted.
"Does he have big balls? You know I like the feeling of balls slapping against me when I fuck," she dragged details out.
"Huge, swollen balls, ready to fill you," he confessed.
Abbey moaned, "He's not wearing a condom?" George shook his head, and Abbey moaned again. "What if he cums in me?"
George bucked up into her and groaned, "It's just a fantasy."
Abbey smiled and leaned forward, so she was sliding up his body. This position, she knew, always brought George to climax quickly. "Is it?" she asked him, "Is it just a fantasy?"
George planted his lips to hers, and after a short passionate kiss, he said, "If it weren't would you get him to pull out?"
Abbey panted against him, her orgasm close, "Would it matter what I wanted? Would he pull out if I asked?" George and his wife both groaned at the suggestion. "Or would he cum in me, knowing he could knock me up?"
Abbey felt George tense and her orgasm bubble over. They came together in rigid pleasure as he filled her.
After several moments of panting, Abbey said. "Wow, that was a strong orgasm. I think you like this game. I think you like the idea of a black man actively trying to get me pregnant." She felt him throb within her and start to get hard again. "Oh wow, honey."
She didn't get to finish as he rolled her over to look down at her as he started to fuck her again. "You liked it too, and I felt you squirt all over me."
She nodded, "It's a naughty game. So is my black lover going to cum in me again?" she asked her husband.
"As often as you desire," he replied. Slowly he picked up speed as they continued to talk, their suggestions getting lewder as their lust rose.
"What if he wanted to share me?" she asked at one point.
"I think you would love that," George replied. "And what if he wanted to mark you, give you a spade tattoo?"
Abbey moaned, "What's that?"
George continued his motions as he explained, "Queen of spades tattoos are given to women who fuck black to show they are owned."
Abbey squealed, and her legs pulled him closer as George filled her cunt for the second time that night. Afterwards, as they lay in bed, Abbey asked, "So I think we have a new chapter in our games."
George laughed, "Yeah, I guess we will be sharing some fantasies about a black man fucking you."
Abbey rolled over. "And you fucking black women, maybe partner swapping, knowing we could get each other pregnant."
George moaned, "Should I buy you a big black dildo?" he asked.
Abbey smiled, "You let me handle the plans. I will make sure you are well pleased."
They fell asleep in each other's arms, satisfied and happy. Both of them dreamt of different things, other fantasies, and where this new path would take them.
George went to work the following day to teases from Abbey. She asked him if he was going to be late home because he would be visiting a glory hole or if he would be bringing a black man home for her to fuck. She knew she wanted to spend the day teasing him, sending him suggestions the whole day. As she kissed him goodbye at the door, she said, "I'll try and not get knocked up today, dear, but no promises."
While George was at work, Abbey started planning. She looked up stories about slut wives and black men, researched the queen of spades tattoo and found herself getting increasingly turned on. She imagined herself in the position of those women, her large tits swaying as a black man fucked her doggy style. She imagined black men fucking her tits and mouth.
She couldn't keep her mind off it, and as the morning hours progressed, she got increasingly horny.
She decided, around lunchtime, that the best approach was to rip the band-aid off in one go. To delve into this fantasy headlong and see where it would take them. She needed a way to explore it with safety lines in case either of them said it was too much, but she wanted to. She needed to see where this would take them.
She phoned a local print shop and asked them if they could print temporary tattoos. When they confirmed they could, she sent through a couple of files. A sizeable tribal-style tattoo and a queen of spades, a black spade with a 'Q' void in the middle.
An hour later, Abbey picked them up, and she spent part of the afternoon thinking about how best to use the tattoos before she applied them to her body. She put the queen of spades tattoo on her hip just above her thigh and applied a tribal-like pattern to one breast. She then wiped them with a wet wipe that the woman at the print store said would make it look more genuine and last longer.
By the time George got home, Abbey was excited. She had decided she wanted to dive into this and suspected George would readily agree. She was dressed in a short white skirt and a pink tube top, and it was obvious to George that she wasn't wearing a bra when he stepped inside.
"Hello," he said, looking her up and down. Abbey's nipples hardened at his hungry stare. "And what is this outfit for?"
Abbey smiled. "We're going out," she told him. He raised an eyebrow in questioning. "Well, I thought we could go and have a bite to eat at a pub before swinging by an adult store."
George started, "You serious?
She smiled and licked her lips, "Maybe we will just buy a nice big black dildo, or maybe you want to see a hard black cock pursed between my red lips?" she asked.
George found he couldn't argue and also found he was hard as a rock. He reached over and opened the door again before holding his arm for Abbey.
They went to a nearby pub for a simple meal and a drink. Abbey ordered cocktails to help bolster her nerves. She wanted to try this but was feeling butterflies. George pointed out the men checking her out as they ate, and she felt her nipples harden with each mention.
They were there for an hour and a half before Abbey said. "Are you ready to continue our night?"
George was quick to agree, and they left. George followed Abbey's directions to an adult store a little out of the way. As he parked, he turned to her, "You sure about this?" he asked.
Abbey bit her lip. "You can see how hard my nipples are, and I can see how hard your cock is."
George couldn't help but agree as he opened his car door and came around to help Abbey out of the passenger seat. Slowly, hand in hand, they walked into the store.
It was dingy and cluttered and smelt. Being Friday night, and there were a few people there. Abbey and George were the only white people. Abbey smiled at him and asked, "Would you like to watch a movie?"
George found himself short on breath and turned to feed a note into a nearby token machine. As he bought the tokens, Abbey watched as several men craned their necks to watch them. Even as they entered the hallway, the other customer's eyes followed them to see which booth they took. She gave them a nervous wave before George led her into a booth.
Abbey's heart was pounding as the door closed, and George asked. "Are you sure about this?" Abbey smiled and grabbed the bottom of her tube top, pulling it over her head to free her tits. "Oh my God, Abbey, is that real?" George asked. His hands went straight to her breast with the new tattoo and groped her. His touch was electric.
"Just wait," Abbey said as she slid her thumbs into her skirt and pulled it down.
George stood wide-eyed and started at the little spade on her hip, so close to her cunt. "Oh, my God. I want to fuck you right now." His wife was wearing only panties and high heels in an adult booth. Ready to play with strange cock.
