"I'M NOT DOING THAT!!"
"Com'on Kari. You said our marriage could use a bit of spice. Maybe we could swap."
"Swap what?"
"Spouses."
****
Married to Chuck for twelve years, our sex life had become boring. Chuck complained, "Same ol' hole, same ol' way, day after day."
I was a curvy brunette with chubby tits. Head turning tits. Lots of guys wanted to fuck me. But my hubby was bored. Probably too much internet porn. He watched endless screwing with endless orgasms. Only porn stars have a thirty-minute, pussy clenching, screaming orgasms.
To spice up things I bought sexy lingerie and shaved my twat. Chuck loved it but still suggested swapping. "Kari don't be a prude."
"I'm not a prude. There's nothing wrong with sex between a man and a wife. But this is you screwing another man's wife, and me getting fucked another wife's husband."
A week later, Chuck said he'd found a sexy couple. "No strings, just screwing. Oh, and they're a black couple.
"No. Yes. Maybe."
They met us at a restaurant. Jamal and Jonique. They looked just as tense as I was. My husband broke the ice with his stupid joke. "Hey Jamal. Did you hear about the girl who went fishing with three guys?...She came back with a red snapper! Ha, ha, ha!"
Chuck winked at Jonique and I was tickled to see the Black girl blush. After we ate Jonique whispered something to my husband. "Chuck, what did she say."
"The chick's eager to swap." Chuck laughed. "Yep she's got an eager beaver."
That night, we had a great sex. Chuck pounded me so hard that we fell off the bed like we were newlyweds. But I knew his boner was thinking about Jonique's chocolate twat. Oh well. I had a toe-curling climax. In the morning Chuck called Jamal, and we agreed to a second meeting. I knew the second meeting meant screwing.
Saturday night I dressed to impress... Wearing a red sweater stretched ferociously tight over my 44DDs.
Jamal was already at the club. Jonique bounced in wearing a leather skirt and low-cut blouse, flashing an acre of chocolate cleavage. This was the kind of girl I hated in college. The hot black chick that every guy wanted to bone.
She wiggled and jiggled as she talked. Soon Jonique and Chuck were chatting away. She had her long red nails in my husband's lap, rubbing his lump. I wanted to slap the bitch.
Jamal saw my death stare and touched my thigh.
"Kari, don't be jealous. You have a dynamite smile, curly red hair and tits the size of pony kegs. Hell, your knockers could beat her to death."
"True." I laughed. "So you like my boobs?"
"Hell yes! I can't wait to suck them." He licked his lips, and my pussy tingled. "Nervous aren't you, Kari?"
"Of course I am. Feels like I'm offering my body to a stranger."
"Then let's don't be strangers." Jamal's hand slid under my skirt. "Kari I want to know you. To explore every inch of your sexy body." I was speechless and aroused.
Jamal smiled. "Do you want to explore every inch of me?"
"Um, maybe. H-how many inches, exactly?"
"Ten."
"Oh. My. God." My knees trembled as I looked at Chuck. "Hubby, if you really want to do this, I'll take Jamal home with me." Chuck nodded, flashing half a smile.
Jamal kissed Jonique goodbye, and then we walked to my car. "Kari are okay with this?"
I started the car. "No, I'm not. I feel like a pussy delivery service. Driving a strange man home to fuck me... But I told Chuck I'd fucking do this. Fucking. " At my house, I pulled out a bottle of wine. Jamal drank from a glass. I swigged from the bottle.
Jamal knew what I was thinking, "Yep, my wife is a wildcat. Jonique's probably already on top, riding you're hubby like a cock-crazed vixen."
"And you're stuck here with me. The plain jane wife."
"Nonsense Kari. You're gorgeous." Jamal hugged me tight, squished my tits against his chest. I resisted at first...then melted into his strong arms.
Jamal kissed my neck. I turned my head and our lips met. It felt good. His tongue explored my lips. Soon my mouth opened and we tongue-kissed like horny teenagers.
As we kissed Jamal's hard lump pressed against my belly. His hands slid up, gripping my tits. "Wait a minute." Pushing back from Jamal's grasp. I rushed to the bathroom and stared at mirror, talking to myself.
"Kari, you know there's no going back." I pictured my husband fucking Jamal's hot wife, Jonique... and my pussy grew jealous. "Dammit Kari, you're acting like a scared virgin. Put on your big panties."
I went back to Jamal. "I'm ready to do this."
Jamal pulled his shirt off. We kissed as my hands roamed over his dark hairy chest. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. Jamal undid the bra clasp, releasing my proud beauties. They bounced out, plump and jiggly with my hard nipples poking out in the cool air.
I stepped back into his arms, kissing him with our naked chests rubbing together. Jamal's black hands fondled my white tits. The guy suckled my aroused nipples, while his hand slid down... I jumped when his long finger shoved into my pussy.
"Not here guy, take me to bed." Carrying me to the bedroom Jamal tossed me on the mattress like a cheap whore, and my pussy frickin' loved it...Jamal let his boxers fall and I came face to face with his black boner. "That's a monster."
I couldn't resist grasping his thick girth. "I hope your wife isn't disappointed with Chuck. Your fuck-stick is twice the size of his."
"Yeah baby. I got a pussy splitter!" Jamal grinned and climbed on the bed with his erection bobbing. He yanked off my skirt and panties. "Time for a snatch snack." Jamal's mouth fell between my legs, crushing my pussy.
"Oh my God. " I moaned as his wicked tongue stabbed into my twat." Stop that you animal!" His lips pressed against my pussy.
Jamal sucked on my squirming mound, pushing in two fingers. His mouth found my clitty and sucked it. "Ohh...I never..." I shivered and twisted on his lapping tongue... "That tickles!"
